Dec 03, 2008 17:47
A red haired teen wanders into view he’s not all that tall he’s toned under his clothing a fine swimmers body and he carries himself in such away that screams confidence in his appearance and ‘skills’ whatever skills a seventeen year old could have. For any one slightly touched, infected, magic, or inhuman the youth wasn’t human and was probably dangerous. He smiled a little his long almost crimson bangs fell in front of his gray eyes.
“So my question is, if you fell for some one really fell for them and then died in their arms but came back to life how would you ever (or would you ever) let them know you were alive?”