Who: Amara; OT Warren? ( If that's okay... ^^'') When: Saturday Night Where: Mansion What: In search of an angel... Rating: Not bad
Amara folded a piece of hair behind her ear, fingers absentmindly moving down over her simple blue dress and smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles there. She never sought boys...ever. It was never an interest of hers...there was always so much else going on that flirting and being girlish went to the wayside, but things were different now. She found herself thinking about Angel more and while that was not uncommon, her sudden boldness was. Fumbling with her earrings, real gold as they were, she was torn between walking away and keeping up her search...if she could.
Eventually, she steeled herself forward and settled into the Rec Room, hoping that he would show...praying he would. Lovestruck? It didn't seem possible for the fire girl. She was serious and determined...but not in the way of relationships, but here she sat waiting for him...hoping for him to.