Miserable at Best[Owen

[OLIVER JAMES WILDER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] [style=background-image: url('http://static.tumblr.com/27a6066f440e9c726925e77f8ac8d34d/rhwbroi/Nc5mw305h/tumblr_static_evan-evan-peters-35878082-500-250.gif'); width: 400px; height: 250px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; opacity: 0.8; font-face:courier new; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 400px; margin-top: -35px;]i can live without you but without you i'll be miserable at best[/style] [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: justify; color: 272727; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 9px; overflow: auto;] Oliver was outside, speaking softly to his small rattlesnake. The thing was his whole life right now. The scaled friend took a bite into Oliver’s calf. “ Careful there Fang, I don’t want anyone questioning us, okay?” For some reason Fang understood him, he understood to slither his body out of the way from wandering eyes from a distance. With a growl, Oliver flopped back into the grass, crossing his leg over his knee casually. He WAS supposed to be in history class but, he really despised the school, had no time to deal with teachers trying to teach him anything. Oliver was a smart boy, he didn’t need this bullshit. As he thought about the circumstances that got him to this place, the grass beneath him started to burn and shrill up into brown dust type texture. Fang slithered up around Oliver’s neck and felt around it with his slick tongue. That brought the attention to the flame that formed underneath him. “shit !” he got up fast and hooked fang to a nearby tree, looking around as he stomped out the chemical fire to make sure no one would see. If he caused damage or USED his powers…he couldn’t imagine how much class and detention he’d end up wasting time in. [/style] [style=background-color: #F4F4F4; font-face:courier new; opacity: 0.8; font-weight:normal; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #695762; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; color: #232323; letter-spacing: -3px; font-size: 15px; width: 400px;]words ### tagged open 213 wordsnotes here[/style]

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[OWEN ELIJAH ASHKEVRON]

take my breath

AS YOUR OWN, TAKE MY EYES TO GUIDE YOU HOME...

It was a nice day outside and Owen didn't want to spend it indoors. The temperature wasn't overly hot, the cool breeze blew gently and the air was filled with moisture, the way it always was when a storm was brewing. The Siren boy loved spending time outside just before a storm because it was the closest he could get to being outside during a storm.

He was supposed to be in history class right now, but he doubted his teacher would mind his absence. After all, history was his best subject and he was miles ahead of everyone else in his class anyway. As he made his way out into the yard, he breathed a sigh of contentment at being out of the stuffy school interior and being out in the open air.

Of course, nothing good lasted forever and it was only a few moments later that Owen was coughing a little because of the smoke he was inhaling from a small fire that some idiot had created and was unable to put out. Rolling his eyes, he stormed over to the idiot responsible and reached out to grab him and pull him away from the fire before extending his arm and, conjuring a steady stream of water from his palm, extinguishing the flames.

Once the fire was out, he swiftly turned on his heel and glared at the moron that had caused the fire.

"Are you stupid or something!? What are you trying to do!? Burn the freaking school down!?" he yelled at the boy, moving his arms in an over-dramatic flail to accentuate his anger.

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