cakeThough the hybrid girl would have been loath to admit it, she was needy. She hadn't been, once upon a time, but fairy tales died every day and hers had been murdered in the most brutal way possible. She hid and claimed she didn't want to see anyone, but when someone did come along, she begged for attention in any way possible. Somewhere inside, Tal knew this of herself, and knew where it could lead in the future, but the future was a thing the rebel girl rarely thought about. Zeke sat down with her, and his words and his eyes gave her what she needed: she was happy for the moment, and would be until he left her.
cakeThis happiness reflected in her own eyes as she looked at him, smiling back easily, almost showing her teeth. She was earnest, she was passionate, she was scared, and she was, most of all, easy to read. He could probably see right through her -- but then, most probably could. "'Kay," she replied, glancing down at her guitar for a moment. "But I don't sing. Or read music," the girl added abruptly. She didn't read music because it was too much work and she didn't sing around others because she found it embarrassing. It was illogical, but unavoidable. She adjusted her fingers higher on the fretboard and strummed a few notes before abruptly turning the sound into something sensical; it was playful tune she was currently working on, something easy and light and clear. It wasn't until she was partway through before she actually screwed up. Pausing, she leaned in closer and peered at the strings, as if it were the guitar's fault. "I always mess that part up," she muttered, almost to herself.
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