‡ [ For Evil!Terran or Young!Terran ]
Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.
"Hello, beautiful girl," he purred sleepily, drawing her into his arms and closer to his body. He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair, stroking it away from her face. "Where’ve you been?"
Hiding her face against his chest, the scent of him in breathed deeply, she found herself clinging to him. “Ran an errand.” She confesses without a hint of deceit in her soft tone, words ringing with truth. He was perhaps the only living soul whom she never uttered lies to.
It had been a stupid one night stand, rough, hateful sex that left her limping for days after, god had it been good. Two months later. It wasn’t as good. She still, nearly two years later, wasn’t sure what sort of super sperm the tough as nails man possessed. Years ago, it had been declared she couldn’t have kids, and now here she was.. A beautiful little girl tugging at her hand, demanding they go to the park, and she couldn’t have been happier. Her life had settled, in ways she couldn’t have imagined when she heard the news. God love him. He had given her a joyous gift, one she’d love and protect forever.
The child had his eyes, their shape and color, and her blonde strands of messy curls. She looked like him when she growled at a dog that barked at her, hands on her hips like her mama; all the fire of them both. She was a firecracker to be sure. Camo pink was about her favorite thing, that and the doll she carried around.
She’d be a handful when she was older. Hopefully, she’d get some of her mama’s special abilities, and age slowly. Maybe Harley wouldn’t have to fear the year she had to lay her own child to rest.
Now.. The jester just enjoyed her. So much so, she didn’t notice when Grant walked right past her, or how he eyed her. Guess it didn’t help.. That Harley called the girl Rogers and ran right after her.