myownhand: (➛ brb cold winds callin')
Merida ([personal profile] myownhand) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2012-12-04 06:47 am (UTC)

BUT I AM NOT A MARTIAN....

[Merida's always racing. At least since she had been old enough to challenge anyone who'd listen-- especially since her brothers had started to get old enough to begin to keep up with her.

And honestly, she never got the chance to hang out with anyone her age, most everyone she knew was older or a lot younger. Many of them treated her with a bit of distance. Her family was her only respite. And as much as she hated the fact that the triplets could get away with anything-- she was grateful they were around.

Still, meeting Jack was a thrill in of itself.

She manages to steady herself on the branches just below him-- no way was she going to stay steady on the measly things he managed to stand on-- and plops down on some of the sturdier branches, propping her elbows up on another.

She catches her breath, watching it curl like smoke out in the cold winter chill. She tilts her head up to Jack.
]

So... how come I've never seen you before? Y'said somethin' about not knowin' you?

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