"Aachoo!" she sneezed into her tissue. Her sneeze could be heard throughout the entire apartment. Zack came in a moment later with a bowl of soup.
"Here. Eat this." He gave her the bowl and kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head, making her face light up a bit.
"Thank you," Rene replied, her voice raspy and quiet, and she carefully blew on her sopa and took a spoonful. "Mmm, yummy." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her eat her sopa slowly. When she finished it, she set down the bowl and exchanged it for a tissue. The red head blew her nose as hard as she could, but she was still stuffed up. Zack took her hand in his and rubbed the parte superior, arriba of it.
"I would amor to stay here and take care of tu today, but they really need me."
"I'll be okay. It's not like I can go anywhere."
"I know, but I don't want tu moving around to much. Just relax. And to make sure tu do, Bentley's going to watch over tu while I'm gone." The other black haired boy came in her room, the same look in his face as usual.
"You don't trust me?" Rene asked her boyfriend, sniffling her reddened nose.
"Of course I do! But tu have a habit of not listening." He looked at the clock and got up off the bed. "I'll see tu in a few hours." Zack leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him.
"Don't kiss me, you'll be sick." He smiled and gave her a kiss anyways, making her smile, and then zapped away. Bentley was awkwardly watching the two, looking a little sadder than before. The red head looked over at him. "What's wrong B?" she asked after blowing her nose again. He blinked hearing her voice.
"Oh, uh, nothing."
"Lier." The black haired boy looked up at her. "But I'll let it slide for today." He let out a small sigh of relief and sat on the edge of her bed, watching her squirm into a más comfortable position. "Bent? Will tu tell me a story?" The boy gave her an odd look, but then just realized she was actuación as her little kid self.
"Sure," he muttered. "What do tu want it to be about?"
"Anything."
"Okay, uh. Give me a minute." He got up off the cama and went into Elizabeth's room and grabbed a story book with a bunch of fables in it. Bentley flipped through the book until he found a good one and went back into her room. "Alright, tu ready?" The red head nodded her head and curled herself into the blankets.
"One día a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful corazón in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his corazón for it was perfect. There was not a mark o a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful corazón they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted más loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "'Why your corazón is not nearly as beautiful as mine."'
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people starred ... how could he say his corazón is más beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man’s corazón and saw its state and laughed.
"'You must be joking,"' he said. "'Compare your corazón with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."'
“Yes,” dicho the old man, “Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. tu see, every scar represents a person to whom I have dado my love..... I tear out a piece of my corazón and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their corazón which fits into the empty place in my corazón ... but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the amor we shared."
Rene coughed harshly and began to close her eyes.
"Sometimes I have dado pieces of my corazón away ... and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his corazón to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving amor is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the amor I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the el espacio I have waiting. So now do tu see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his corazón and then took a piece from his old scarred corazón and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit.... but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but más beautiful than ever, since amor from the old man’s corazón flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side por side.
Physical perfection is not always beautiful."
When Bentley closed the book, he looked over at the red head and found her asleep, the blankets wrapped around her tightly. He gave a slight smile and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The black haired boy put the book back and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. Zack walked in the apartment a few moments later and saw Bentley on the couch.
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's just asleep." Zack he smiled and shook Bentley's hand.
"Thank you." The babysitter nodded and walked out of the apartment, going to do whatever now since he was free. Zack went into Rene's room and sat down siguiente to her. He wrapped an arm around her carefully and pulled her closer to him, then kissed her head. A small smile appeared on Rene's face and Zack laid there with her for the night.
"Here. Eat this." He gave her the bowl and kissed the parte superior, arriba of her head, making her face light up a bit.
"Thank you," Rene replied, her voice raspy and quiet, and she carefully blew on her sopa and took a spoonful. "Mmm, yummy." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her eat her sopa slowly. When she finished it, she set down the bowl and exchanged it for a tissue. The red head blew her nose as hard as she could, but she was still stuffed up. Zack took her hand in his and rubbed the parte superior, arriba of it.
"I would amor to stay here and take care of tu today, but they really need me."
"I'll be okay. It's not like I can go anywhere."
"I know, but I don't want tu moving around to much. Just relax. And to make sure tu do, Bentley's going to watch over tu while I'm gone." The other black haired boy came in her room, the same look in his face as usual.
"You don't trust me?" Rene asked her boyfriend, sniffling her reddened nose.
"Of course I do! But tu have a habit of not listening." He looked at the clock and got up off the bed. "I'll see tu in a few hours." Zack leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him.
"Don't kiss me, you'll be sick." He smiled and gave her a kiss anyways, making her smile, and then zapped away. Bentley was awkwardly watching the two, looking a little sadder than before. The red head looked over at him. "What's wrong B?" she asked after blowing her nose again. He blinked hearing her voice.
"Oh, uh, nothing."
"Lier." The black haired boy looked up at her. "But I'll let it slide for today." He let out a small sigh of relief and sat on the edge of her bed, watching her squirm into a más comfortable position. "Bent? Will tu tell me a story?" The boy gave her an odd look, but then just realized she was actuación as her little kid self.
"Sure," he muttered. "What do tu want it to be about?"
"Anything."
"Okay, uh. Give me a minute." He got up off the cama and went into Elizabeth's room and grabbed a story book with a bunch of fables in it. Bentley flipped through the book until he found a good one and went back into her room. "Alright, tu ready?" The red head nodded her head and curled herself into the blankets.
"One día a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful corazón in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his corazón for it was perfect. There was not a mark o a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful corazón they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted más loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "'Why your corazón is not nearly as beautiful as mine."'
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people starred ... how could he say his corazón is más beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man’s corazón and saw its state and laughed.
"'You must be joking,"' he said. "'Compare your corazón with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."'
“Yes,” dicho the old man, “Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. tu see, every scar represents a person to whom I have dado my love..... I tear out a piece of my corazón and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their corazón which fits into the empty place in my corazón ... but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the amor we shared."
Rene coughed harshly and began to close her eyes.
"Sometimes I have dado pieces of my corazón away ... and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his corazón to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving amor is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the amor I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the el espacio I have waiting. So now do tu see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his corazón and then took a piece from his old scarred corazón and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit.... but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but más beautiful than ever, since amor from the old man’s corazón flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side por side.
Physical perfection is not always beautiful."
When Bentley closed the book, he looked over at the red head and found her asleep, the blankets wrapped around her tightly. He gave a slight smile and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The black haired boy put the book back and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. Zack walked in the apartment a few moments later and saw Bentley on the couch.
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's just asleep." Zack he smiled and shook Bentley's hand.
"Thank you." The babysitter nodded and walked out of the apartment, going to do whatever now since he was free. Zack went into Rene's room and sat down siguiente to her. He wrapped an arm around her carefully and pulled her closer to him, then kissed her head. A small smile appeared on Rene's face and Zack laid there with her for the night.
Name: Tina Fang
Alias: Nocturne
Appearance: Black hair that reaches her hips, ivory skin, black eyes.
Civvies: Leather dress, black tights.
'Stume: Picture!
Powers: Flight. Invisibilty.
Skills: Sword skills. Lockpicking.
Info: Tina is after her arch enemy, Ren. Who killed her sister, Ivy. And in order to get to Ren's hide-out, an ángel must come with her to guide and help destroy Ren, because he is too powerful to defeat por herself.
So, there tu go! Your welcome ángel Warrior Heart! X3