((Found this while browsing my computer… Not sure if I've already posted this… BUT WHATEVS))
She sat slumped at the mahogany desk, elbows propped onto the edge and hands kept together holding a pale picture frame. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and her freckles became even more obvious with only the light of a three-wick candle in the corner of the desk. A pained smile was formed on her face, and stained tears to match.
There was a knock at her bedroom door. She quickly and quietly tried shoving the picture into a drawer, but accidently leaving a corner of it sticking out and therefore the drawer only partially-closed.
Another knock.
“Bella?”
“Uh, yeah- come in!”
He walked in, wearing grey sweatpants and his signature black v-neck tee.
“Just checking to see if you were here. You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” She wiped away what tears she could with the end of her sleeve, “just thinking.”
“It’s almost 3 in the morning…About what?” He walked over to sit on her bed.
There was a pause, and she looked at him with a sigh. “Do you think it was a mistake, me leaving the team?” He cocked his head slightly, shifting his position on her bed. “No. Do you?”
“I mean, at the time it seemed like the right idea. And it still does- but I just feel bad, you know? I mean, they-“ Her voice softened “…they think I’m dead.”
“But the fact is, you’re not. You’re right here, with people who care about you instead of just using you because you can spew fire.”
“I know that, E. I just- you know!” She groaned out of frustration and propped her elbow up onto the table, resting her chin on the top of her fist.
The two sat there, in silence, for several minutes. E yawned and said hesitantly, “Bella, I have a meeting in-“ he checked his phone, “-4 hours. So, unless you really think you want me he-“
“No, no. You go get your sleep. I had 3 cups of coffee a little while ago, so I’ll be awake for a while. Maybe I’ll go for a run or something, but you should rest.”
He stumbled off of her bed and passed by her. When at the door, E turned and the glare that the glass frame and the candle had produced caught his attention, “What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“This.” He slid open the drawer and pulled out the picture frame with the photo.
“Oh, yeah. It’s-“
“It’s the frame I gave you for your birthday.”
“Yeah, that it is.” Bella gave a soft chuckle, “But it’s not like I was going to fill it with a photo of you. I see you every day.”
She took the picture from his hands and stared at it a moment before speaking again. “Well, that’s Artemis,” She used her index finger and pointed her out. “Then there’s me- well, obviously.”
E laughed, “Digging the bright orange hair.” As Bella had when she first joined the team. Bella gave an embarrassed blush.
“And then that’s Kaldur.” She gave a quiet sigh, but quickly brushed it off. “Then Robin jumping in behind us.” Bella motioned to the small boy behind the three who seemed to have just barely been tall enough to be seen. “M’Gann and Conner talking in the background; and that whole orange-ish blur over the picture? That’s Wally.” She gave a quick laugh, “He made it out of the kitchen just in time to see us take the picture, so he tried to join in but overshot the distance by a bit.”
Red yawned, “That’s great. Well, see you when I get back.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder; “Make sure to blow out the candle before you go to bed. I don’t want two fire hazards in this apartment.” She smiled. “Yeah.”
The door closed, and Bella propped the photo up in the corner of her desk. Without looking away from it, she quickly blinked, as the fire seemed to blow itself out.
She sat slumped at the mahogany desk, elbows propped onto the edge and hands kept together holding a pale picture frame. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and her freckles became even more obvious with only the light of a three-wick candle in the corner of the desk. A pained smile was formed on her face, and stained tears to match.
There was a knock at her bedroom door. She quickly and quietly tried shoving the picture into a drawer, but accidently leaving a corner of it sticking out and therefore the drawer only partially-closed.
Another knock.
“Bella?”
“Uh, yeah- come in!”
He walked in, wearing grey sweatpants and his signature black v-neck tee.
“Just checking to see if you were here. You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” She wiped away what tears she could with the end of her sleeve, “just thinking.”
“It’s almost 3 in the morning…About what?” He walked over to sit on her bed.
There was a pause, and she looked at him with a sigh. “Do you think it was a mistake, me leaving the team?” He cocked his head slightly, shifting his position on her bed. “No. Do you?”
“I mean, at the time it seemed like the right idea. And it still does- but I just feel bad, you know? I mean, they-“ Her voice softened “…they think I’m dead.”
“But the fact is, you’re not. You’re right here, with people who care about you instead of just using you because you can spew fire.”
“I know that, E. I just- you know!” She groaned out of frustration and propped her elbow up onto the table, resting her chin on the top of her fist.
The two sat there, in silence, for several minutes. E yawned and said hesitantly, “Bella, I have a meeting in-“ he checked his phone, “-4 hours. So, unless you really think you want me he-“
“No, no. You go get your sleep. I had 3 cups of coffee a little while ago, so I’ll be awake for a while. Maybe I’ll go for a run or something, but you should rest.”
He stumbled off of her bed and passed by her. When at the door, E turned and the glare that the glass frame and the candle had produced caught his attention, “What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“This.” He slid open the drawer and pulled out the picture frame with the photo.
“Oh, yeah. It’s-“
“It’s the frame I gave you for your birthday.”
“Yeah, that it is.” Bella gave a soft chuckle, “But it’s not like I was going to fill it with a photo of you. I see you every day.”
She took the picture from his hands and stared at it a moment before speaking again. “Well, that’s Artemis,” She used her index finger and pointed her out. “Then there’s me- well, obviously.”
E laughed, “Digging the bright orange hair.” As Bella had when she first joined the team. Bella gave an embarrassed blush.
“And then that’s Kaldur.” She gave a quiet sigh, but quickly brushed it off. “Then Robin jumping in behind us.” Bella motioned to the small boy behind the three who seemed to have just barely been tall enough to be seen. “M’Gann and Conner talking in the background; and that whole orange-ish blur over the picture? That’s Wally.” She gave a quick laugh, “He made it out of the kitchen just in time to see us take the picture, so he tried to join in but overshot the distance by a bit.”
Red yawned, “That’s great. Well, see you when I get back.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder; “Make sure to blow out the candle before you go to bed. I don’t want two fire hazards in this apartment.” She smiled. “Yeah.”
The door closed, and Bella propped the photo up in the corner of her desk. Without looking away from it, she quickly blinked, as the fire seemed to blow itself out.
Name: Elizabeth Rose West
Alias: Flame (it's also her nickname that a lot of people call her)
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Personality: Flame is bright, brave, and bold. She has a lot of energy and loves to explore, also likes to have fun.
History: Her parents disappeared when she was younger and took care of herself until Wally found her and took her into his family and made her his foster sister.
Description: She has brown hair that is usually kept in a braid. Flame prefers her hair to be loose. Her eyes are green (the Phoenix she took care of had green eyes)
Power: is the fairy of the fire phoenix
Other: Best friends with Robin, she owns a pet turtle named Star. Flame sometimes gets herself into trouble if she doesn't listen to orders given to her. She met Robin on the day that the team formed. The two became close friends.
You are hereby required and invited to attend her royal Highness,
Princess Rebecca Uccello Alvers' grand ball.
In honor of her royal birth date of eighteen years.
Arrangements have been made in honor of your arrival.
An escort is ready to welcome you
to our kingdom. As our honored guests, you are permitted,
but not required, to bring one guest.
In high hopes and regards, with sincerest wishes, we hope you will attend.
Her Imperial Highness,
Queen Minerva Alvers.