Misfits With A Chance Of Love | Private | Zoe And Jayce

LET'S MAKE THIS FLEETING MOMENT LAST FOREVER

there's no regretting anymore.

“So pretty!~” Chirpiness bounced off the voice of the light-blonde haired female whose countenance was brimmed with elevation as her sapphire hues glided upwards, fixated upon the dark blanket spread in masses above the heads of those below. However, within that pitch-black blanket lay an enigmatic array of luminesce stars which glistered vividly providing illumination within the dull expanse of darkness above. Paired with that illumination; coruscating assortment of spectral light emitted from the lacrimas that danced their way gracefully through the vicinity of the area, lustre sprouting from its roots. The eccentric patterns of illumination were heavily laden with animated chatter on par with that of the light-blonde females as it reverberated from the lips of many; those of age and those who were mere toddlers. There was a mixture of light-hearted laughter that echoed through the area along with screams of excitement that gonged through. Harmonized with the whirrs of the machinery and contraption being initiated by magic only created for the purpose of providing enjoyment and delight to those who entered it certainly left no doubt as to what the place could be.

Yes, it was an amusement park.

Amid the massive magnitude of individuals that made their way to the park – each one either accompanied by their family or friends or lovers – stood one female. Her light-blonde hair cascaded down in a graceful flow which was tied to the side of her head as a ponytail as it shimmered due to the luminosity thrown its way, her sapphire hues shifted from one corner to the other – excitement clear in them – as her lips held upon it an ear-splitting grin at the sight of the park. Wearing upon her frame a white-coloured shirt whose sleeves reached till her palms coupled with a black coloured skirt and tights as her feet were laden with brown-coloured boots; the female did look what you would call ‘cute’.

Popping a candy into her mouth, Zoe strode forth into the depths of the amusement park, her orbs staring animatedly at the expanse of rides. True, she did not have anyone accompanying her which, in turn decreased the enjoyment that she would get however, it was entirely her fault as to not bringing anyone along. On a whim of boredom, the young female had decided to venture out on a ride to Crocus, having not been to the capital in quite a while and it was then, whilst aimlessly roaming, did she catch sight of this amusement park. And being an avid lover of parks, she skipped to it. Of course, it slightly saddened her witnessing each person being accompanied by another while she remained alone however, that thought would not bother her. No, no, it wouldn’t. She had come here to have fun and that she would.

Upon striding within the park, her eyes continuously squinting as to where to head to next, a destination approached her line of vision causing her visage to instantly brighten up. Rushing forth towards the place, she looked upon the neatly engraved, curvy words that entitled the place as ‘Tunnel Of Love’. “This ride, it is!” True, she had none to take with her on the ride however, the female had always wished to experience what it would be like to ride it and hence, as stubborn as she was, she rushed inside.

Of course, a slight squabble between Zoe and the ride owner did occur about the girl not having a partner however, even the man could not rival the Sabertooth mage’s stubbornness and in a few minutes, he sighed and gave in, letting her go inside. An excited jump followed with a scurry towards one of the empty boats as Zoe positioned herself within it, tapping her feet continuously, a Cheshire Cat grin overcoming her visage as she waited rather, impatiently, for the ride to commence.

LET'S MAKE THIS FLEETING MOMENT LAST FOREVER

there's no regretting anymore.

The last thing that Zoe had expected was to have, literally, someone thrown at her, mere moments before, the ride commenced. Prior, the young, effervescent female sat patiently, within her seat after boarding, the boat right at the front of the queue. Shaped in a heart; intricate patterns of gold linings sprawled across the pink painted visage; a small statue of cupid positioned, rigidly at the base of the boat. The seat was painted red in colour however, it did come to Zoe’s attention upon how compacted the space was. Wide enough for one albeit, narrow for two. But, perhaps, that was the purpose of it. Only lovers would venture upon this ride and it would only make sense for the two to be seated impeccably close; allowing for a bud of romance to bloom amid the ship of love. However, as alone as the young blonde, she sat comfortably; her foot tapping, impatiently; an excited grin framing her visage.

Until, of course, the auburn haired man was thrown at her. Or more specifically, on her lap. Yes, the man landed with his face upon her lap; his sudden arrival causing, the two to be in quite an uncomfortable position with Zoe pressed to the side of the boat, the man’s face in her lap as, he occupied the rest of the space. Needless to say, a squeal left the rosiness of her lips at what had occurred; ivory hand, instinctively, bringing itself upon the man’s head as she whacked it, quite painfully, resounding a loud sound; a flurry of pain and confusion bestowed upon her. It was only, then, the ride commenced releasing, another squeak from her. Perturbed, Zoe had absolutely, no inkling of what was taking place. Who was this man? And, more importantly, what was his face doing in her lap?

“Get off me!” Right after the whack, those words escaped her lips as she would, wait, very impatiently for him to move; a grimace situated upon her features. As he would get up, the young blonde would scrutinize the red of his hair, coupled with crimson of his eyes; chiseled face; and quite, delicately appealing features. The first thought that entered her mind was, Oh my, he’s cute. Not the best thing to ponder upon however, the young blonde had a knack of silly thoughts and as a young female, it was rather, difficult to deny the suave and handsome appearance of a specimen of the males.

However, a shake of her head dissipated the light reverie placed upon her as she fixated her gaze upon the auburn haired man, accusation mixed with inquisitiveness decorated upon her features; arms crossed underneath her chest as she sat, almost squashed against the boat as the two were not seated that closely; Zoe, preferring to maintain her distance as a question spewed forth from her lips. “Who are you and what are you doing in my boat?”