Makaio, as he had come to know himself, theatrically bows and motions to the drop in front of them. "Ladies first."
"No way!" she protests. "How do آپ know it's safe?"
"I've done this a hundred times before!"
"I don't believe you."
"Are آپ calling me a liar?" he tries to look hurt.
"If you're so sure, then آپ jump first."
Makaio sighs, though the grin doesn't leave. "Alright, alright, how about we jump together?"
She nods in agreement. "On three."
"Un," he starts.
"Duex," she added.
"Trois!" the shout together. Makaio runs the last few steps and leaps from the سب, سب سے اوپر of the waterfall. The water is freezing when he hits it. It rushes over him, cooling his skin. He clothes his eyes for a moment, feeling the water caressing his body, soothing his nerves, cleansing the stress from his body. When he feels his feet touch the pebbly bottom, he kicks off and swims up for air.
When Makaio breeches, he glances around. However, he doesn't spot his companion and becomes panicked. Then he hears a giggle overhead.
"Is it chilly?" she calls down.
"You chickened out on me!" Makaio shouts up. "How can I ever trust آپ again?" He can't deny the grin on his face though as she laughs at his antics. Her dress bellows in the wind, the breeze tugging at her silky hair, and for a moment, she's as angelic in appearance as she is in nature.
Suddenly, the sun and it's warmth are covered سے طرف کی dark clouds. The air is buzzing with electricity, a warning of the impending lightning. She shouts for Makaio to get out of the water, but before he can swim to the shore, something wraps around his ankle. It's sharp, like a prickled hand, یا a spiked manacle used in torture dungeons, and he let's out a cry. The yelp steals the air from Makaio's lungs just as he's yanked under the surface. The crystal clear aquamarine pool suddenly turns into a murky lagoon of swirling black ink around him as the pebbly floor falls away. He's pulled far down, so deep he can no he can no longer hear her screaming his name. Makaio let's out a final scream
"Darling, wake up," a sweet voice croons. He refuses to open his eyes. "You are dreaming, sweetheart." I know, he wants to shout. A gentle hand brushes his hair back, "Come back to me, my darling."
"I can't," he whispers. And just like that, it's gone. That warm feeling dissipates, and he's left with the cold emptiness of the room he lays in. The loving voice is gone, the sweet visions nothing مزید but wistful dreams.
Her face is blurred in his memory. The voices blown away in the winds of reality. Makaio, a false identity, has nothing. He opens his بنفشی, وایلیٹ eyes to nothing مزید than the midnight's blackness of the abandoned warehouse he's taken refuge in. "I can't," he whispers again, but this time it is closer to a sob. "Please," he begs the dark. "Take me back."
"No way!" she protests. "How do آپ know it's safe?"
"I've done this a hundred times before!"
"I don't believe you."
"Are آپ calling me a liar?" he tries to look hurt.
"If you're so sure, then آپ jump first."
Makaio sighs, though the grin doesn't leave. "Alright, alright, how about we jump together?"
She nods in agreement. "On three."
"Un," he starts.
"Duex," she added.
"Trois!" the shout together. Makaio runs the last few steps and leaps from the سب, سب سے اوپر of the waterfall. The water is freezing when he hits it. It rushes over him, cooling his skin. He clothes his eyes for a moment, feeling the water caressing his body, soothing his nerves, cleansing the stress from his body. When he feels his feet touch the pebbly bottom, he kicks off and swims up for air.
When Makaio breeches, he glances around. However, he doesn't spot his companion and becomes panicked. Then he hears a giggle overhead.
"Is it chilly?" she calls down.
"You chickened out on me!" Makaio shouts up. "How can I ever trust آپ again?" He can't deny the grin on his face though as she laughs at his antics. Her dress bellows in the wind, the breeze tugging at her silky hair, and for a moment, she's as angelic in appearance as she is in nature.
Suddenly, the sun and it's warmth are covered سے طرف کی dark clouds. The air is buzzing with electricity, a warning of the impending lightning. She shouts for Makaio to get out of the water, but before he can swim to the shore, something wraps around his ankle. It's sharp, like a prickled hand, یا a spiked manacle used in torture dungeons, and he let's out a cry. The yelp steals the air from Makaio's lungs just as he's yanked under the surface. The crystal clear aquamarine pool suddenly turns into a murky lagoon of swirling black ink around him as the pebbly floor falls away. He's pulled far down, so deep he can no he can no longer hear her screaming his name. Makaio let's out a final scream
"Darling, wake up," a sweet voice croons. He refuses to open his eyes. "You are dreaming, sweetheart." I know, he wants to shout. A gentle hand brushes his hair back, "Come back to me, my darling."
"I can't," he whispers. And just like that, it's gone. That warm feeling dissipates, and he's left with the cold emptiness of the room he lays in. The loving voice is gone, the sweet visions nothing مزید but wistful dreams.
Her face is blurred in his memory. The voices blown away in the winds of reality. Makaio, a false identity, has nothing. He opens his بنفشی, وایلیٹ eyes to nothing مزید than the midnight's blackness of the abandoned warehouse he's taken refuge in. "I can't," he whispers again, but this time it is closer to a sob. "Please," he begs the dark. "Take me back."
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 یا 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 سے طرف کی a new queen. A seven سال 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 دوستوں 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 یا 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 سے طرف کی a new queen. A seven سال 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 دوستوں i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the تفصیل from Robin_Love, but the اگلے Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive دیوار posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive دیوار posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!