((Just a one-shot based off of the last part of SilverWing's Blue Rose story. When Tara finds out Alek was taking the reverse syndrom thing))
A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like टेनिस balls. Her hands tightened around the हार in her pocket. She couldn't भालू leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel to her knees in the sand. Emotions burned tears in her eyes. The waves crashed together like all of her thoughts. Her eyes stared ahead at the endless nothing.
He had been taking drugs. Deadly ones; and she hadn't know. She should have. He knew every time something was wrong and she'd messed up. The guilt was tearing her apart. She knew he would hate himself if he knew but all the signs had been there. She knew those signs. She had lived with that for years.
Her family wasn't awful, but if it was one thing she knew, it was the signs of being on drugs. She had grown up with the influence of it. And now she had missed them. She buried her head in her arms, dispelling the thoughts. No. It wasn't hurt fault. It was his. He hadn't known about her family, but it didn't matter. It was his choice. It hurt her deep inside. But what could she do? There was nothing to do.
"Augh!"
She wiped the stray tears from her eyes and stood, sudden anger swelling inside. She grabbed the हार and stared at it. She threw it into the water on instinct and then jumped after it. Grabbing it, she ran back to किनारा, शोर before the waves could claim it again.
"I'm sorry."
She slipped the हार back around her neck, her pent up emotions draining at the thought of loosing her treasure. She collapsed back on the sand and leaned her head on her arm. Her fingers clutched the हार and she sighed with all the leftover emotion.
I didn't mean to throw it. I'm sorry.
Her eyelids drooped and she curled up in the shade, too tired to move. She knew she'd have to tell him some time. And she needed to know why he couldn't tell her about it; his biggest secret. But until he was better, she had no choice. She had to leave everything unsaid.
A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like टेनिस balls. Her hands tightened around the हार in her pocket. She couldn't भालू leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel to her knees in the sand. Emotions burned tears in her eyes. The waves crashed together like all of her thoughts. Her eyes stared ahead at the endless nothing.
He had been taking drugs. Deadly ones; and she hadn't know. She should have. He knew every time something was wrong and she'd messed up. The guilt was tearing her apart. She knew he would hate himself if he knew but all the signs had been there. She knew those signs. She had lived with that for years.
Her family wasn't awful, but if it was one thing she knew, it was the signs of being on drugs. She had grown up with the influence of it. And now she had missed them. She buried her head in her arms, dispelling the thoughts. No. It wasn't hurt fault. It was his. He hadn't known about her family, but it didn't matter. It was his choice. It hurt her deep inside. But what could she do? There was nothing to do.
"Augh!"
She wiped the stray tears from her eyes and stood, sudden anger swelling inside. She grabbed the हार and stared at it. She threw it into the water on instinct and then jumped after it. Grabbing it, she ran back to किनारा, शोर before the waves could claim it again.
"I'm sorry."
She slipped the हार back around her neck, her pent up emotions draining at the thought of loosing her treasure. She collapsed back on the sand and leaned her head on her arm. Her fingers clutched the हार and she sighed with all the leftover emotion.
I didn't mean to throw it. I'm sorry.
Her eyelids drooped and she curled up in the shade, too tired to move. She knew she'd have to tell him some time. And she needed to know why he couldn't tell her about it; his biggest secret. But until he was better, she had no choice. She had to leave everything unsaid.
Her necklace
Vulnerable
Revenche Costume
Arcineh
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack या just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can हटाइए at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back आग on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes द्वारा the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, या his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization द्वारा tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing और Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to लेखन them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to लेखन them, so, patience.
