Honey and the Moon

"Oops."

Allen smiled upon seeing all the flowers. Enelya's embarrassment only made him smile more and he shook his head. "It's beautiful," he said to her. He leaned down and gently plucked one of the roses, putting it behind Enelya's ear. "But not as pretty as you!" So that was a little bit cliche. Even so, it was true. He loved Enelya, and she would always be beautiful to him. Finally deciding on something, Allen leaned down slightly and kissed her, and his heart seemed to cease beating for a couple moments before he pulled away from her, silent and smiling softly.

"A little rain does nothing but cleanse the soul!"

An eyebrow raised. He had never heard that one, but since she was miss Mother Nature, he would believe her. He looked at her open mouth and did the same, catching the raindrops on his tongue. He laughed slightly at his own behavior, but he knew it was for the best. If he hadn't met Enelya, he would probably be picking on some kid right now instead of standing in the rain and holding her. "If you say so!" Allen said, turning his face down from the raindrops to look at her again. "Those raindrops are mighty tasty, I have to say."

"Alright goofball. There's you another one. The Not so Every Day Goofball Tin Man!"

He laughed. "Ha, ok," he said, having no problems with his new nickname. He thought about what he had named her previously and sighed... it didn't really have the same ring to it. "Ehh... your name is currently under renovation... it's not as good as the one you're giving me..." Allen bit his lip and pouted slightly at that fact.

“My, you’re rather affectionate today.”

Allen smirked when she said that. Alright, so maybe he deserved that. At least it was the truth. "Well you had your turn," he told her. "Now I get to have mine." He winked, so very glad that he had met her. Now he had a reason to stay on this island, for as long as Enelya was there, he would be too.

“You mean in all your years you’ve never tasted rain?”

He shrugged his shoulders, thinking. If he had, he didn't remember it. Esme had been a rather serious woman, and his childhood had been rather serious as well. Though he had had fun in his life... there just hadn't been much of it. "I've never really had a reason to..." Allen said quietly, looking up slightly again. His hair was still extremely poofy, and seemed to keep growing as more rain fell. "I've always hated rain..." The reason for that would be quite obvious.

“I like my name enough.”

The man snorted. "But your name for me is longer than mine is for you..." he said. "It doesn't matter if you like it. I still need to approve it." He stuck his tongue out, shaking his head afterward. He really needed to work on her nickname.

Allen laughed softly as she rubbed her nose against his. Love, embraces, kisses... it hadn't happened in so very long. He was glad he had come to the islands... otherwise, he would still have that heart of stone that no one could penetrate. Even if his heart was still a bit cold, none of his anger or hatred would be released on Enelya. "I love you," he stated, rubbing his nose against hers in another Eskimo kiss.

"Why would you hate the rain. It's like the world is getting a giant bath..."

He pouted as she tried to smoosh his hair with no luck. He needed a different shampoo, post likely... one of those things that kept hair from doing this in the rain. He wondered if there was anything that could even help such extremely poofy hair. "Rain is wet," Allen said. "And the ground gets all muddy and my hair poofs out!" What was to like besides it being tastey?

"I like your silly hair, anyways."

The man rolled his eyes and flopped his tongue out in an 'I'm dead' sort of way. "My hair is a hassle," he said. "Do you know what it's like having to unpoofisize my hair, Enelya? It's not a pretty sight." Allen hated straightening his hair again... he had to wet it and use one of those straightening iron things.. and he usually wound up burning himself.

"I want to show you something!"

A nod was followed by the tree branch taking them up into the tree. Allen blinked slightly, not having expected that. He probably should have, though, considering this was Plant Lady he was with. He walked along the branch with her, inching his way after her as she guided him. Falling wasn't exactly the first thing on his to-do list.

"You okay? Follow me."

"Following," Allen stated simply, still inching after her. He didn't use the vines, believing that he didn't need them. It was just a branch he was walking on. A branch that could probably break at any time...

"Maybe I can mix some herbs up that will help. What do you say to that?"

Allen grinned. "And what kind of herbs are going to help my poor, unfortunate hair?" he asked. Plants probably weren't going to solve his poof problems. Then again, shampoos and conditioners probably had plant stuff in them (he really didn't know)... so maybe his Plant Lady could do something after all.

"I think you need to stop worrying about your hair, silly."

He pouted slightly when she told him not to worry about his hair. "But but but... it's my hair..." he said in a slightly childish voice. Allen liked his hair, though, even if it grew back extremely fast when he tried to cut it. That was just a downside to regeneration though, really. Oh well.

"The sky looks lovely after it rains! I thought we could watch the sun go down..."

Allen smiled softly as she said that and looked at the weave of new branches that she had created. "That would be lovely," he said. He took her hand and sat down on the branches, looking at the sky.

"Well, I guess we'll have to give some stuff a few test drives."

Test drives? Oh dear. Allen gulped and a slightly fearful look came to his brown eyes. "Are they going to be dangerous test drives?" he asked, his voice squeaking slightly. "I don't want my hair to turn orange or anything..." That would be horrible. He wouldn't be able to show his face in public if that happened! His beautiful black hair turning orange... that would just be hideous.

"Don't worry, I'll fix it, Allen."

"If you say so..." he said quietly. He would trust her with his hair. If worse came to worse, he could always just cut it all off and wait for it to grow back in a day or two. Hopefully it would still have its same shape at least, though.

As Enelya sat down and leaned of him with her head on his shoulder, Allen smiled, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Eyes turned back to the sky, gazing at all the colors. Enelya had been right — the sun setting was pretty after it rained. She squeezed his hand and Allen looked back at her, returning the squeeze. He tilted his head so it rested slightly on hers. He wanted to say something, but that would have ruined the moment. Plus, everything he could have said, she already knew.