Just something I thought of. I think it’s not quite yet a año but the story came to me. Enjoy
The soft lullaby filled the room as the clock turned 2:00. The sun was tucked away to sleep, much like the girl in bed. A shadow crossed the room, coming closer. A sudden flash of metal, and the girl faced her intruder, claws out.
“You could have died!”
The capucha, campana fell away to reveal piercing icy blue eyes.
“I needed someone...”
The implication of his words caused her to lower her guard and sheath her claws. She made room on the cama and he sat, staring into a dark abyss.
“Has it already been a whole year?”
He nodded and his eyes turned into sorrow.
“One año since she broke it off...”
The girl stayed quiet and let the música from her box fill the room.
“Are tu okay?”
He laughed bitterly.
“Of course not! She was the one and my damned luck worked out so I lost her!”
“Don’t level your anger at me!”
He snapped his mouth shut and glared at the moon for mocking his wounded heart.
“I amor her...but she doesn’t want me.”
“Then maybe it’s time to get over her...”
He threw his head back with a viscous grin.
“Yes because there are so many out there who are waiting to amor a real beast, a true monster!”
She slapped him, the sound echoing across the quiet room. When she spoke, her voice shook.
“You are no monster, Terror!”
He stared at the girl before crumbling into her lap with silent sobs. He cried a long while, letting it all out. She soothed his hair, allowing him to cry as no other would. It was nearly dawn when he finally sat up and looked at her.
“Maybe you’re right, Cat. Maybe... maybe there is another....”
She didn’t miss the uncertainty in his voice.
“Don’t look too hard; she’ll find you.”
He nodded and stood, ruffling her bedhead.
“Thank tu my friend.”
The soft lullaby filled the room as the clock turned 2:00. The sun was tucked away to sleep, much like the girl in bed. A shadow crossed the room, coming closer. A sudden flash of metal, and the girl faced her intruder, claws out.
“You could have died!”
The capucha, campana fell away to reveal piercing icy blue eyes.
“I needed someone...”
The implication of his words caused her to lower her guard and sheath her claws. She made room on the cama and he sat, staring into a dark abyss.
“Has it already been a whole year?”
He nodded and his eyes turned into sorrow.
“One año since she broke it off...”
The girl stayed quiet and let the música from her box fill the room.
“Are tu okay?”
He laughed bitterly.
“Of course not! She was the one and my damned luck worked out so I lost her!”
“Don’t level your anger at me!”
He snapped his mouth shut and glared at the moon for mocking his wounded heart.
“I amor her...but she doesn’t want me.”
“Then maybe it’s time to get over her...”
He threw his head back with a viscous grin.
“Yes because there are so many out there who are waiting to amor a real beast, a true monster!”
She slapped him, the sound echoing across the quiet room. When she spoke, her voice shook.
“You are no monster, Terror!”
He stared at the girl before crumbling into her lap with silent sobs. He cried a long while, letting it all out. She soothed his hair, allowing him to cry as no other would. It was nearly dawn when he finally sat up and looked at her.
“Maybe you’re right, Cat. Maybe... maybe there is another....”
She didn’t miss the uncertainty in his voice.
“Don’t look too hard; she’ll find you.”
He nodded and stood, ruffling her bedhead.
“Thank tu my friend.”
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
favorito! Food: French cebolla Soup, arándano, blueberry pancakes
favorito! Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. o justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most reciente Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
favorito! Food: Creamed Spinach
favorito! Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most reciente Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox