Honey, don't ask me again (Zephyr)

[robyn malone]

There was a small breeze that day but it wasn't anything to get worked up about. Robyn sat down in the middle of the courtyard, looking around and smiling. After nine months of having no home, she really was getting used to the school. It was becoming home to her, slowly but steadily, and that thought was comforting. She had still not been able to find the courage to phone home and talk to her parents about what had happened. She didn't think they'd want her as a daughter anymore if they knew what she had become. Robyn could have kept it a secret but that wasn't really going to be kept for very long, now was it?

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. There was no point in getting worked up about it. It wasn't like anyone could really help her now and she didn't actually mind being a werewolf. It was fun, to a certain extent. Okay, so the shifting had been horrible at the start and not to mention she accidentally killed two people... but that hadn't really been her fault completely. She was just a poor lost soul in all of this mess, you had to give her some slack.

It was still weird though, being what she was. She had never expected in a million years to be a werewolf and yet here she was, sitting in the courtyard of a strange school for the supernatural. If she'd been told last year that this is where she would end up, she wouldn't have believed the person. Robyn sighed and closed her eyes. No need to think about the past, girl. What's happened has happened and your life has changed now. It would be good if she could remember that though.

The girl looked around and saw that not many people were around. She grabbed a stick that was left on the ground and started fiddling with it. She really felt like cooking but she didn't know where she could go to do that. I wonder if they'd let me cook at work... Robyn doubted that. She was just a waitress after all.

Sighing, she looked up at the sky. "Oh, how things have changed." Robyn said to herself.

[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

|words;; 400+ || outfits;; :u on phone, didn't make one ;--; || Song used;; n/a || notes;; Robynnnn~ <3|

Destructive.

Sometimes, its the first thing that popped into his mind when he thought about himself in whole- a fire faerie couldn't be anything but destructive. What else could you suspect from the element opposite of water? The element that heals, not hurt. Fact of the matter, fire was a horrible elememt to be.

Or at least that's a opinion he gotten since he came to Northvale. Most, if not all faes with his elements were either complete douchebags or some quality to them that made him want to just... well, piss them off. Sure, he had his fair share of being piss- but seriously, there's times he would walk into a fire fae and they always seemed to be... burning something.

Bleh.

Maybe it was jealousy and his human side of his blood acting up again. He always been a bit sore about certain aspects of him.... well, being him. Sure, he could make fireballs and wrestle a flame to his control but... it always took a little more in him to do so. Put side by side with another of his race, it was painfully obvious that there was something lacking in him.

But maybe, at the same time, it was a good thing? His grandma always said he was a bit more humble at what he does at most. It could of been her way to sugar-coat the words 'You really do suck' but it was still taken as a compliment.

So, what was he doing today? Nothing really- he had a nightshift at the Gateway tonight, but that was far off. Ze decided to maybe find some people to bother- but annoyingly enough, everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. That or avoiding him. Wandering the campus, camera at hand- it was a good day to take pictures. Skies were blue, clouds weren't being their annoying themselves and blocking out the sun's warmth, and generally, he was a chipper mode. Chipper yet bored mood.

Hm? He perked at the sound of a familar voice, and....

He grinned, snapping a picture of the brunette girl. Hm, she seemed kind of lonely- or bored. Or both. Or maybe neither. He didn't dwell though, stepping closer to the girl with a small chuckle. "What's change, Dick Grayson? Something bumming you out?"

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[robyn malone]

Robyn hadn't expected anyone to join her out in the courtyard, especially not Zephyr. She did think of him as a friend, or as close to a friend as anyone in Northvale had come to her, but she didn't really think he thought of her in the same way. It was slightly surprising how self conscious Robyn could be. Or rather, how distrusting she could be. She was friendly and most people she met were friendly, but she was always so cautious about the people she talked to. She was slowly coming out of her shell again, trying to put in an effort to get to know the people at the academy, but sometimes she just felt like it was a pointless effort and that she'd be better off just giving up. Now that is no way to think, she told herself. It would be better for her to at least try. You never know, maybe it would work out for the best.

So, Robyn decided to at least try. Her eyes looked up to the familiar fae standing close to the bench that she was sitting on, noticing the camera that he held in his hand. Don't even think that you can get a gallery full of pictures of me. She didn't really want people taking pictures of her all the time. It made her feel bad but what was the point behind it?

"Life has changed." Robyn finally answered him. She wasn't going to elaborate on what she meant. She couldn't trust Zephyr enough yet to tell him everything that had happened to her over the last couple of years. It'd show him exactly where her weaknesses were and she couldn't allow that to happen. These people were different from the everyday human beings she'd been so used to. They could hurt people easily. They could feel the need to break you down. It made Robyn shiver in her seat and she silently hoped Ze didn't notice.

"What brings you out here today, Pinocchio?" Hesitantly, she moved along the bench to give him the option to sit next to her or to just keep standing. Yes, manners. Keep it up, girly! She didn't have to but if she was going to go to the effort of trying to make friends then manners would be a good idea. Then again, there were quite a few people in the school that seemed to refuse to use manners. Well then, screw them.