Meg tried to make a sound, but couldn’t. There was no way. Her brain went into overload and barely managed to make out “You’re Clint, too?” before she had to lean against a wall, running her hands through her hair. There was more than one of him?! She didn’t know how it was possible, but she was silently thanking whatever had made it happen.
How about Coffee, Barton? Or perhaps Tea, lunch? Order out? Since your last outburst reminded me that I should really…extend an invitation to spend time with you more often, before I take myself off again.
♣ - muse : Clint of the House of Hawk. He seems to be the noble sort. One of her first friends, and one she feels very grateful to.
mun : come here and let me love you. Amazing writer, amazing person, as;ldkfj send me your cooler weather, and I’ll send you my warmer weather :D
♠ : Thana’s favorite colors are all bright, vibrant ones. A lifetime knowing that her own world is entirely in shades of grey has let her grown an appreciation for color. Even if she herself won’t wear much of it.
♥ : My favorite holiday is Halloween. This has nothing to do with my birthday being just a few days prior. I just love the costumes and the candy and the fun :D