Random Tara-ness
“You're phone is off.”
She looked at him, black hair swaying and brown eyes flashing with raw emotion; something rarely seen. He slipped his hand into his pocket.
“How'd te get me number?”
He scrolled through to see she had called him several times. She just watched him silently.
“And why would te want to talk to me? te hate me.”
She stood up and came closer, barely an inch shorter.
“Look, I don't hate you. But te close yourself off. From everyone. I hate men who can't be open and hide behind lies. te just make it più on the lista than others.”
“So te say. Now what do te want?”
“Your help.”
He ran the way her “magic path” lead her. If this were anyone else, he would have brushed her off. But not this time. This time it was più than just a threat she had delivered.
”Why would te want my help?”
“Look the situation is delicate and, unfortunately, you're the only one who can reach her.”
“Her?”
“Tara. She went missing during school. I know because I had the Resistance as her emergency contact. They called this afternoon.”
“Missing? Where to?”
“The place she goes often; where she thinks best.”
“..the sea.”
“Yeah. And she found a small cove that's hidden. I can bet that's where she is.”
He jumped down to the sand and ran over to the lonely figure in sand.
“Tara!”
She jumped at the sound of her name and looked at him in the near darkness.
“A-alek?! What are te doing here?”
He dropped down beside her.
“I should be asking te that.”
She looked back out at the sea and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Talk to me. What's wrong?”
“Nothing....I just feel like crying...stupid, huh?”
He reached over and wiped her tears away.
“No. Not at all. Nothing about ho te feel is stupid, Tara.”
She smiled a bit and moved close to him.
“Will te stay with me?”
“You don't ever have to ask. I will be here. And I will always wipe away your tears.”
Tara and Alek
Silver always wants to know whats on his mind
2: he loves the way she is and how she jokes around with him
3: he loves it when she smiles at him
4: he loves the way she brushes the hair out of his face
5: he loves it when she blushes
(( i didnt make that many cause lol i dunno just a couple cuz this is the first time this has been done lol hopefully silverwings13 will have a reply to this XD lol but yeah im making a couple one shots on these two beauties <3 iand now i have to talk cause this articolo isnt long enough WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY!!! <3 okay so Mcl out peace))
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
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