Naturally she hummed, though part of her probably saw it as more of an unnatural thing, but still it was there all the time. Beneath the surface of her skin, nestled deep inside of her a constant thrum of brilliant blue light and energy tethered around everything that made her what she was. At the moment she was humming, but the sound was audible ( Read more... )

"He's not a toy Elle."
"He could be."Knowing he wasn't hers didn't matter. Hearing the words and seeing him shift away from her touch didn't matter. She was bold and took getting used to, and she knew that. Deep down she could feel the hum of her ability beneath the surface and she knew that even she had built up a tolerance to certain things. She ( Read more... )

01. She's too young to know. Maybe even too young to understand what she's feeling, but it's there. There in the way her small fists clench tight at her sides. There in the narrowing of her gaze and the glaring look she shoots to the little girl running toward him. She can feel a heavy hand rest atop her head, patting her lightly but more simply to ( Read more... )

The one in her father's office was over sized to the point of almost being ridiculous. Over stated and a deep red nearly brown leather with the giant buttons that pressed into it. It's the kind of couch that if the office wasn't also at that perfectly regulated temperature Elle would positively have the undersides of her thighs stick to it just ( Read more... )

The essence of Truth is eternal; Individual truths wax and wane. - A. L. Linall, Jr.He never loved her. Not that she knows what love really is, but it's a constant on her mind as she sits there listening to her father drone on about how she failed him, about how she was given one thing to do and she let them both escape. It's the same thing ( Read more... )

01. She'll never remember her mother. Not the bright blue of her eyes, or the curls of blonde that shone around her shoulders. Not the way she thought of her name the moment she knew it was a girl. She'll never remember the soft press of her mother's lips to her forehead a moment after she was born... a moment before they took her away.

02. She's ( Read more... )

It's only two buttons out of eight, but the percentages are in her favor. One fourth of the way undone is just enough to catch a wayward glance. Two single buttons, and a bit more stand up straight put into her posture. It's more entertaining to her because she's cutting his hair off, all of it off too. The long hair that would block his eyes and ( Read more... )