I got permission from robinluv14 to use her characters... so.. yeah, Emerald, Manta, Jessica and any mentioning of her characters aren’t mine. and rachele_x too... so Aisling’s in here. From here on out. Reply to the forum.. yup...
I told them I was quiet, I didn’t like it loud, and if they dared to call me ‘Mini-Canary’ they wouldn’t speak for weeks. Wally was the first to not heed this warning, and so now he can’t argue hoặc flirt. With anyone. I did warn him beforehand. I think. Wasn’t sure.
But Mom of course got pissed at me, so now I can’t use my powers again without getting grounded. And I have to suffer with Wally.
I didn’t mind the Team, actually, and they accepted my quietness and shyness. Aisling was the only one who attempted to talk to me, and joke with me. Everyone else was a little afraid of me, considering my fucking mom was in charge of training. I was her example, every time, and every time I failed. Once I punched the floor because it wouldn’t say anything but ‘fail.’ And Mom got mad at me. She was like that a lot.
I constantly hear them talking about me, how come I was here, and saying it wasn’t possible that I was Canary’s daughter because she was 24, and I was 14, and she’d have to had been ten when she had me. And I think as I train, and I realize they’re right. It’s not possible.
I’m not possible.
Later on, two weeks after I met the team on a warm, summer night, I went for a little freelancing spree, wanting to see if I could find the red-headed trouble that I found extremely attractive. No, not talking about Wally. Tobias sometimes went without his stupid older sister, and he was actually a really sweet guy without her.
I slipped through the alleyways and onto the dark rooftops, avoiding any crimes that came up. My white dress flew out behind me and my uggs lightly slapped the concrete rooftops, feather light and silent. I dropped into another alley and pulled my fedora down a little further into my line of vision. I didn’t want--
“Belle?”
Shit.
I turned and found that rusty crowbar at my neck, steadily pointed at the thêm deadly end. I looked into Tobias’ perfect lavender eyes, something that didn’t really match his blinding fiery hair. “Wait...” I asked. “How do bạn know my name?”
“Nevermind that! If Drew finds you, you’re toast. Actual toast.”
I sighed. Oh, voice of angels. “Huh...?”
He groaned. “Come with me.”
“Alright...” I gave a small giggle as he pulled me towards the wall. Wait...
The wall?
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa--”
He slipped straight through the wall, dragging me along with him. As we went through the stucco, piping, and other things, I noticed that his hair turned a pretty shade of blonde, then black, then brown. It landed finally on a gold-ish brunette color that made my tim, trái tim flutter. If this guy had a power, hotness was it.
We finally landed in a place full of chairs and beds, musty, and kind of damp. I felt like if there was one place to die of an allergy attack, this was it.
He sat me down in the middle of it all, and I looked up at his perfect face. He sighed, and delivered something with his voice that almost made me piss myself with laughter because it was so unbelievably hilarious. But something in his beautiful eyes told me he wasn’t joking, and I shut up immediately.
“You’re Black Canary’s daughter from the future. And me and bạn are..”
He looked at his feet, then back up. And he told me what he hadn’t before. And I pretty much fainted.
“We’re engaged.”
I told them I was quiet, I didn’t like it loud, and if they dared to call me ‘Mini-Canary’ they wouldn’t speak for weeks. Wally was the first to not heed this warning, and so now he can’t argue hoặc flirt. With anyone. I did warn him beforehand. I think. Wasn’t sure.
But Mom of course got pissed at me, so now I can’t use my powers again without getting grounded. And I have to suffer with Wally.
I didn’t mind the Team, actually, and they accepted my quietness and shyness. Aisling was the only one who attempted to talk to me, and joke with me. Everyone else was a little afraid of me, considering my fucking mom was in charge of training. I was her example, every time, and every time I failed. Once I punched the floor because it wouldn’t say anything but ‘fail.’ And Mom got mad at me. She was like that a lot.
I constantly hear them talking about me, how come I was here, and saying it wasn’t possible that I was Canary’s daughter because she was 24, and I was 14, and she’d have to had been ten when she had me. And I think as I train, and I realize they’re right. It’s not possible.
I’m not possible.
Later on, two weeks after I met the team on a warm, summer night, I went for a little freelancing spree, wanting to see if I could find the red-headed trouble that I found extremely attractive. No, not talking about Wally. Tobias sometimes went without his stupid older sister, and he was actually a really sweet guy without her.
I slipped through the alleyways and onto the dark rooftops, avoiding any crimes that came up. My white dress flew out behind me and my uggs lightly slapped the concrete rooftops, feather light and silent. I dropped into another alley and pulled my fedora down a little further into my line of vision. I didn’t want--
“Belle?”
Shit.
I turned and found that rusty crowbar at my neck, steadily pointed at the thêm deadly end. I looked into Tobias’ perfect lavender eyes, something that didn’t really match his blinding fiery hair. “Wait...” I asked. “How do bạn know my name?”
“Nevermind that! If Drew finds you, you’re toast. Actual toast.”
I sighed. Oh, voice of angels. “Huh...?”
He groaned. “Come with me.”
“Alright...” I gave a small giggle as he pulled me towards the wall. Wait...
The wall?
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa--”
He slipped straight through the wall, dragging me along with him. As we went through the stucco, piping, and other things, I noticed that his hair turned a pretty shade of blonde, then black, then brown. It landed finally on a gold-ish brunette color that made my tim, trái tim flutter. If this guy had a power, hotness was it.
We finally landed in a place full of chairs and beds, musty, and kind of damp. I felt like if there was one place to die of an allergy attack, this was it.
He sat me down in the middle of it all, and I looked up at his perfect face. He sighed, and delivered something with his voice that almost made me piss myself with laughter because it was so unbelievably hilarious. But something in his beautiful eyes told me he wasn’t joking, and I shut up immediately.
“You’re Black Canary’s daughter from the future. And me and bạn are..”
He looked at his feet, then back up. And he told me what he hadn’t before. And I pretty much fainted.
“We’re engaged.”
