//Ugh, sorry for all the OOC posts! My best friend is sleeping over today so I won’t be on tonight. I’ll get to the 6 waiting ‘run’ prompts in my inbox tomorrow after she leaves. Bye everyone!
It was so cold.
The temperature bore resemblance to that of a meat locker, causing Terra to shiver violently, her bony knees shaking and teeth chattering. Lock locks of blonde hair hung around her face, tangled and matted together, dripping water.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the droplets hitting the asphalt resonated through the air, the only noise to reach her ears besides her pounding heart and clattering teeth.
“Why did you do this?” Suddenly a familiar voice echoed across the room, bouncing against the metallic walls of…wherever it was she was in. She wasn’t sure nor did she care. All her focus now laid on the fact that whatever composure she previously held was now broken. It had crashed against the floor like glass, shards flying all around and embedding itself into her skin.
“I loved you and you fucked my best friend,” Aqualad suddenly appeared before her eyes, violet orbs shining with hurt and anger. “Why? Why?”
“I don’t know!” She cowered and stepped away from him, unable to face the consequences of her mistakes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it.”
Water trickled into the room, rapidly rising over her ankles, knees, hips—
“Please—”
“You broke my heart.”
A gasp left her and the water rose over her face, her lungs beginning to burn from lack of oxygen, bubbles forming—
Terra woke up with a start, eyes wide as she gazed at the unfamiliar setting of a dark forest. Gingerly, she sat up, trembling nervously despite the lack of company around her.
“Just a nightmare,” She reassured herself and rubbed her eyes.
//I suck and currently have no muse so “run” prompts will be done later.
//So um, I’m a very slow writer so to everyone who sent me a “run” prompt, I apologize for how late you’ll be waiting for it. XD BUT THEY SHALL GET DONE!
Put “Run” in my Askbox and I’ll Write a Nightmare My Character Would Have About Your Character
((Oh my god. PLEASE?! :D))
(Source: youth-joy-and-freedom, via roseiathebloodbreaker)
“It doesn’t really matter what you think, now does it?” Terra replied monotonously, not in the mood to think about what the anon was saying. “It’s not your business. Stay out of it.”
Try to fluster me. Be creative.
I’m late, but I’ll give it a shot!
(Source: fearbegone, via badluckismymiddlename)
A Very Long Talk (t-erra)
Back stiff, she shoulders her bag and continues walking through the trail, eyes trained on the forest floor. The sound of a gunshot on the other line doesn’t even worry her, especially since Roseia gave no reaction to it. Instead Terra focuses on the fact that the dark-haired girl was now aware of her current situation. “I have no idea,” She answers warily, ducking underneath a tree branch. “Anons suck.”
“Uh-huh,” she says carefully, blinking up at the screen and using her fingertips to zoom out from the picture of Earth and look at the surveillance camera footage from outside the palace. The civilians were still standing outside with their signs and weapons, but the guards seemed to have it steady. “Then why are they telling me about these…Things you’ve done with Speedy, Aqualad and Slade, Terra?” Roseia glares at the dashboard on the front of the large screen above her, as if the blonde could see her.
Terra pauses, eyes staring ahead blankly as her grip on the phone tightened. The whole point of her running away was to make peace with the things she’s done but she supposes that it was about time she dealt with someone knowing about it, even if it did make her feel utterly despicable. “Because they’re true,” She answers back in a small voice, unaware of the fact she is somewhat intimidated by the harsh tone in Roseia’s voice.
@aqualad-garth
The mention of Slade caused Terra to stiffen, her knuckles turning white from her tight grip on the phone. Just the thought of the masked man filled her veins with ice, freezing her up entirely. A deep-sated hatred bubbled to the surface of her mind and she glared unseeingly at the floor, blue eyes hard. “What happened?” The question came out harsher than she meant for it to be but she couldn’t hold back the loathing tone even if she tried.
“He kissed me. Then he threatened me.” Aqualad replied, flopping backwards so that he was staring up at the ceiling. He could hear the harshness in the geomancer’s voice already, he couldn’t imagine what it would reach now that he said that. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be too happy her ex-master, the man who molested her, had kissed her boyfriend. He managed a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the situation. “I was rather disgusted by the whole thing.”
“He what?” Terra screeched out, jumping off her seat as a furious blush flooded her cheeks. There was an obvious feeling of disgust at the fact Slade had kissed her boyfriend but underneath it all was a lingering feeling of jealousy at the fact the masked man had kissed Aqualad when he had never even kissed her. Of course she refused to acknowledge this subconscious notion, knowing that it was completely and utterly irrational. “That fucking creep! Ugh!”
A Very Long Talk (t-erra)
Roseia sits in the training room and sighs, running a hand through her hair. She remembers the Anons who told her about her friends and their… Relationships, and realizes she still needs to talk with Terra about it all, get the facts straight.
She jumps up from the floor and winces a little as the bruises along her collarbone shoot pain up her neck in protest. Training with her old teacher had its perks and downsides, one of them being he was much more brutal that whenever she would train with Robin.
Rose goes into the communications room in the palace, grabbing the interplanetary phone and dialing Terra’s number. Waiting a couple seconds for it to pick up, the girl glances up at the screen showing a grid of the closest planets, tapping the small icon of Earth and watching the familiar planet spin around in space. With a sudden jolt, Roseia finds that the phone had been answered and looks over her shoulder at the passing guards, making sure they didn’t realize she was calling what she now called home.
“Hello?”
The past few days served as a source of catharsis for Terra.
She had forgotten what it was like to roam around the Earth. No responsibilities, no sense of duty—just pure, unadulterated freedom.
Recently Terra migrated from Florida all the way to Louisiana. The journey filled her with fatigue but despite the weariness in her bones, she hasn’t felt alive in so long. The smell of fresh air combined with the temporary lifting of the weight of her mistakes on her shoulders provides her with a clarity she hasn’t felt in so long.
Currently, she calmly navigates her way through a small camping site. Surprisingly enough, the sound of her phone ringing cuts through the still air, causing her to jump slightly in shock. She fumbles through her duffel bag until she hand brushes against the sleek phone. Before it can go to voice mail, she answers it without even looking at the caller id, expecting it to be Aqualad. With a jolt, she instead hears Roseia’s familiar voice.
“Rosie? Hey! How are you?”
“Hello, Terra,” she says, smiling in spite of herself. Roseia leans her lower back against the desk in the room and sighs, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve been getting some… Strange messages lately, talking about you and some of the guys from Titans East… And a certain villain I’m pretty certain you’re familiar with.” Her head tilts up when she hears a loud gunshot ring from outside the room, but she brushes it off and turns her attention back to the girl on the end of the line. “Any idea why the Anons have been telling me all about your love life, Terra?”
Back stiff, she shoulders her bag and continues walking through the trail, eyes trained on the forest floor. The sound of a gunshot on the other line doesn’t even worry her, especially since Roseia gave no reaction to it. Instead Terra focuses on the fact that the dark-haired girl was now aware of her current situation. “I have no idea,” She answers warily, ducking underneath a tree branch. “Anons suck.”
@aqualad-garth
Rolling her eyes at the mention of Speedy, Terra sighed and slumped in her seat. It wasn’t as if she was shocked by what Aqualad said; she had been fully expecting such reactions. “I understand. I mean, it was pretty stupid of me to leave without saying anything. Have you—” She paused and bit her lip for a few seconds before continuing. “Have you told them that I’m coming back?” Well, someone else already knew that she was but Terra wasn’t going to tell Aqualad that yet.
“No, I haven’t,” In truth, it hadn’t even crossed his mind to tell them. They had only talked about her running away in the beginning, but after he got her letter the talk seemed to die down a bit. So, he just never got around to sharing. And if he brought it up now, the team would probably just talk about her leaving again, and that was something he didn’t want. It was best for him to just keep it to himself.
Suddenly, something else came flickering up to the front of his mind, a threat from a certain masked villain. Aqualad bit his lip, knowing he should probably tell Terra about the kiss now, before Slade had the chance to find her himself. “So, uh, I came across Slade the other day…” He trailed off, not quite sure how to phrase what he wanted to say.
The mention of Slade caused Terra to stiffen, her knuckles turning white from her tight grip on the phone. Just the thought of the masked man filled her veins with ice, freezing her up entirely. A deep-sated hatred bubbled to the surface of her mind and she glared unseeingly at the floor, blue eyes hard. “What happened?” The question came out harsher than she meant for it to be but she couldn’t hold back the loathing tone even if she tried.
Terra blinks in shock at the short kiss but then grins playfully at Robin. “Don’t worry about it, dude. Anons are strange and ship the most random people together. But yeah, Beast Boy won’t find out.”
//I realize I owe about a million and one replies but—-
My Eidolon muse is calling to me.
So I’m just going to hop over to that blog for a few hours. :|
A Very Long Talk (t-erra)
Roseia sits in the training room and sighs, running a hand through her hair. She remembers the Anons who told her about her friends and their… Relationships, and realizes she still needs to talk with Terra about it all, get the facts straight.
She jumps up from the floor and winces a little as the bruises along her collarbone shoot pain up her neck in protest. Training with her old teacher had its perks and downsides, one of them being he was much more brutal that whenever she would train with Robin.
Rose goes into the communications room in the palace, grabbing the interplanetary phone and dialing Terra’s number. Waiting a couple seconds for it to pick up, the girl glances up at the screen showing a grid of the closest planets, tapping the small icon of Earth and watching the familiar planet spin around in space. With a sudden jolt, Roseia finds that the phone had been answered and looks over her shoulder at the passing guards, making sure they didn’t realize she was calling what she now called home.
“Hello?”
The past few days served as a source of catharsis for Terra.
She had forgotten what it was like to roam around the Earth. No responsibilities, no sense of duty—just pure, unadulterated freedom.
Recently Terra migrated from Florida all the way to Louisiana. The journey filled her with fatigue but despite the weariness in her bones, she hasn’t felt alive in so long. The smell of fresh air combined with the temporary lifting of the weight of her mistakes on her shoulders provides her with a clarity she hasn’t felt in so long.
Currently, she calmly navigates her way through a small camping site. Surprisingly enough, the sound of her phone ringing cuts through the still air, causing her to jump slightly in shock. She fumbles through her duffel bag until she hand brushes against the sleek phone. Before it can go to voice mail, she answers it without even looking at the caller id, expecting it to be Aqualad. With a jolt, she instead hears Roseia’s familiar voice.
“Rosie? Hey! How are you?”
