Just something I wrote on a whim. Sil, don't feel like Ты have to write a response to this. That's only if Ты think Ты may want to. Again, it doesn't really relate to her feelings now. еще like the past of a few months ago. Hope Ты enjoy!!!
She sat facing the window, her back supported by the piece of Стена there. The pane had been opened and a fresh breeze came in, entering her lungs and filling her with a strong sense of life. The день was warm with a cool breeze that came by, shaking the leaves together in their trees to applaud the sun on it's performance of dawning. Many people passed under her gaze, not one of them being truly noticed as her mind wandered to deeper places of solitude. Her hair was braided down her back, it's rich color shining in the sun's brilliance. Had it not been for the Музыка playing from her player, she would have already been kidnapped from the living and off to different worlds of enchantment. A plastic cup full of her Избранное drink appeared before her eyes and she blinked, turning to see the onyx haired girl sipping away at her own drink happily.
“I thought Ты might need one.”
“What for?”
The other just shrugged her shoulders and leaned against the Стена as she took the offered beverage.
“You were on my mind a lot recently. I decided to check up on you.”
“Oh.”
“Well...how are you?”
“Tired. A bit sore with the heat. Maybe a little confused.”
“Why confused?”
The auburn haired girl looked into brown eyes much like her own.
“My emotions and my head are at war with each other.”
Becca slowly nodded her head and sat beside her.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not in detail. I'm just.....I hate myself for it. I know he loves me; I know that I Любовь him. But I'm so jealous of her. She went through the hardest time of his life. They had something. I don't really want to be the one who experiences everything with him; somethings we need to do it on our own. But I feel like I'm being compared to her on all levels.”
“By her Ты mean Whisper, I assume. Is Alek comparing Ты to her?”
“No. I am. I feel this desire to be better than her, to be better than myself. It's that feeling Ты get when Ты know what the right path to choose is, but Ты want to know what's down that other road. I want to know how I stand. I can't push myself anymore but I just....”
“You just want to be told she doesn't matter like Ты do.”
She nodded her head as a few silent tears left her eyes, tears she had hid to keep him smiling. Because she knew he'd end up blaming himself for this.
“It's not his fault. It's mine. I want to matter to someone. I want to be needed.”
She looked him in the eye, putting the voice recorder into her pocket. He just stared blankly back at her, the wheels in his mind working to figure a solution.
“I think Ты have some work to do.”
She sat facing the window, her back supported by the piece of Стена there. The pane had been opened and a fresh breeze came in, entering her lungs and filling her with a strong sense of life. The день was warm with a cool breeze that came by, shaking the leaves together in their trees to applaud the sun on it's performance of dawning. Many people passed under her gaze, not one of them being truly noticed as her mind wandered to deeper places of solitude. Her hair was braided down her back, it's rich color shining in the sun's brilliance. Had it not been for the Музыка playing from her player, she would have already been kidnapped from the living and off to different worlds of enchantment. A plastic cup full of her Избранное drink appeared before her eyes and she blinked, turning to see the onyx haired girl sipping away at her own drink happily.
“I thought Ты might need one.”
“What for?”
The other just shrugged her shoulders and leaned against the Стена as she took the offered beverage.
“You were on my mind a lot recently. I decided to check up on you.”
“Oh.”
“Well...how are you?”
“Tired. A bit sore with the heat. Maybe a little confused.”
“Why confused?”
The auburn haired girl looked into brown eyes much like her own.
“My emotions and my head are at war with each other.”
Becca slowly nodded her head and sat beside her.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Not in detail. I'm just.....I hate myself for it. I know he loves me; I know that I Любовь him. But I'm so jealous of her. She went through the hardest time of his life. They had something. I don't really want to be the one who experiences everything with him; somethings we need to do it on our own. But I feel like I'm being compared to her on all levels.”
“By her Ты mean Whisper, I assume. Is Alek comparing Ты to her?”
“No. I am. I feel this desire to be better than her, to be better than myself. It's that feeling Ты get when Ты know what the right path to choose is, but Ты want to know what's down that other road. I want to know how I stand. I can't push myself anymore but I just....”
“You just want to be told she doesn't matter like Ты do.”
She nodded her head as a few silent tears left her eyes, tears she had hid to keep him smiling. Because she knew he'd end up blaming himself for this.
“It's not his fault. It's mine. I want to matter to someone. I want to be needed.”
She looked him in the eye, putting the voice recorder into her pocket. He just stared blankly back at her, the wheels in his mind working to figure a solution.
“I think Ты have some work to do.”
Name: Elizabeth Rose West
Alias: Flame (it's also her nickname that a lot of people call her)
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Personality: Flame is bright, brave, and bold. She has a lot of energy and loves to explore, also likes to have fun.
History: Her parents disappeared when she was younger and took care of herself until Wally found her and took her into his family and made her his foster sister.
Description: She has brown hair that is usually kept in a braid. Flame prefers her hair to be loose. Her eyes are green (the Phoenix she took care of had green eyes)
Power: is the fairy of the огонь phoenix
Other: Best Друзья with Robin, she owns a pet черепаха named Star. Flame sometimes gets herself into trouble if she doesn't listen to orders дана to her. She met Robin on the день that the team formed. The two became close friends.
You are hereby required and invited to attend her royal Highness,
Princess Rebecca Uccello Alvers' grand ball.
In honor of her royal birth дата of eighteen years.
Arrangements have been made in honor of your arrival.
An escort is ready to welcome Ты
to our kingdom. As our honored guests, Ты are permitted,
but not required, to bring one guest.
In high hopes and regards, with sincerest wishes, we hope Ты will attend.
Her Imperial Highness,
Queen Minerva Alvers.