Post by terra on Feb 3, 2010 22:06:14 GMT -5
"A true friend. Right," Terra snorted, kicking a pebble at the rusty placard that marked the pedestal where she had died.
Beast Boy had her sitting on a metaphorical pedestal anyway, from the way he talked about her. The first time they'd seen each other after Terra's "death", she genuinely didn't remember anything. As he kept pestering her, however, more of her memories had started to come back. But she couldn't stop herself from asking more questions to see how he felt about her. She looked at the memorial and bit her lip. Raising one hand in the air, Terra flicked it back and forth and watched as the dirt and grime skittered away from her memorial. She didn't feel much of anything when she looked at it, though Beast Boy had obviously put a lot of thought behind it.
"Okay T," She said, fingering the hemline of her Miss Sixty blue jean shorts, "So, they called you a Teen Titan on this. That means they sorta like you, right?"
Probably not. They only said that because she'd saved the city in the end, when she'd had a change of heart. She certainly wasn't the same girl they'd known. Terra sat cross-legged in the dirt and looked at her "gravestone", idly causing a halo of rocks to twirl around her head.
"My life is a soap opera," she grumbled to herself, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.
Terra came to her memorial on occasion to think. It was a decent place to get away from the rest of the world. After everything that had happened here, this place was as quiet and still as death itself.
Beast Boy had her sitting on a metaphorical pedestal anyway, from the way he talked about her. The first time they'd seen each other after Terra's "death", she genuinely didn't remember anything. As he kept pestering her, however, more of her memories had started to come back. But she couldn't stop herself from asking more questions to see how he felt about her. She looked at the memorial and bit her lip. Raising one hand in the air, Terra flicked it back and forth and watched as the dirt and grime skittered away from her memorial. She didn't feel much of anything when she looked at it, though Beast Boy had obviously put a lot of thought behind it.
"Okay T," She said, fingering the hemline of her Miss Sixty blue jean shorts, "So, they called you a Teen Titan on this. That means they sorta like you, right?"
Probably not. They only said that because she'd saved the city in the end, when she'd had a change of heart. She certainly wasn't the same girl they'd known. Terra sat cross-legged in the dirt and looked at her "gravestone", idly causing a halo of rocks to twirl around her head.
"My life is a soap opera," she grumbled to herself, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.
Terra came to her memorial on occasion to think. It was a decent place to get away from the rest of the world. After everything that had happened here, this place was as quiet and still as death itself.