never your angel

“Like...” Tara shivered under Nico’s touch. Her body enjoying ever second as her mind screamed. She wasn’t looking directly at the vampire, but she didn’t need to to tell that she probably had a cocky smirk on her face--mocking Tara almost. She never considered herself a flirt, she wasn’t even sure what flirting was, but if Nico wanted to play this game then Tara wouldn’t let her win. “For starters, smoking in the right area.” She smirked back, turning her head to look Nico dead in the eyes as she fought both her blush and the gnawing desire to just stand there and take whatever Nicolette had in store. “And then how about moving like six feet away form me.” That was how flirting worked, right? 

     “You’re incorrigible.” She groaned, turning to look anywhere but at Nicolette and her stupid winking with her stupid charming eyes and her stupid sharp smile--Tara coughed, forcing her self to think about anything else. “Of course I care, everyone deserves someone who cares....even you.” she spat back with venom, “And unlike you, I have a heart.” She scowled, crossing her arms to show that she could stand her ground too. That Nicolette couldn’t just have her way. “That was just....it was an observation!” She blushed deeper, hating herself more for even letting the other rile her up..or whatever this was. “I don’t...” she froze as Nicolette leaned in, breath hitting her ear. She slowly stepped back, wordlessly trying to put distance between them as her own breathing became ragged. With her heart pounding fast in her chest she mustered out an answer: “I don’t,” she swallowed, her voice shaking, “you’re going to have to do a lot more than wink.” she tried to tease back, tried to give Nicolette a taste of her own medicine.

      “I’m not going to wink at you, and stop calling me sweet cheeks.” Tara groaned at the idea, she couldn’t even winked if she tried though. It was always more like a blink, not that it mattered to her. She’d never be winking at anyone. “Fine.” Tara crossed her arms, “But that’s not the point. The point is that you should care about your own health, and that there are people who care about you too. Do whatever you want, just...be careful. Modern medicine can only do so much for you.” Tara sighed, she figured she shouldn’t care that much about some jerk...yet, she did. And she almost hated herself for it. “Not nice to meet you Nicolette.” Tara huffed, “I..what!?” Her eyes grew wide and her face lit up into an even darker red at Nicolette’s words. “I--you--that’s not true!” She sputtered. “I’m angry! I’m angry that you’re winking at me. Stop winking! It’s weird!”

      “No, that’s not true. A lot of effort must have gone into those. What class are they for? Maybe I can just give you mine.” Tara tried to muster a smile, grabbing one of the tissues out of the box offered. “It’s just a thing.” She explained, “I get nose bleeds a lot. Especially when the seasons change.”

“Eliza? I didn’t know you went here too. I...I would have seen you sooner I--” Tara stood there in awe. Of the people she guessed she might see here, Eliza wasn’t really one of them. Then again, she didn’t really expect to see anyone again, and she didn’t want to. But Eliza was different. Eliza was a friend. Eliza was a hero. Tara knew there was a strong possibility that she was only alive because of the other seraph, she had the girl’s kidney, for heaven’s sake. Eventually, she couldn’t hold it, she reached out to hug Eliza, crying into her shoulder. @elizaolscn

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“Yes? You focused on the wrong part of that sentence. All you have is pretty face you sociopath.” Tara groaned, “Don’t call me that. And stop winking! This is nothing to wink about!” Her cheeks flared with redness, something she tried actively to fight. She didn’t know this stranger well, but she wasn’t new to difficult people. She wouldn’t bend whatever way the other wanted her to. “Then why? There are people who rather not see you torture yourself. Unless you’re not really thinking about the future, but believe me, a hospital isn’t a place you want to spend it.” Tara sighed, leaning back as the stranger approached her. “Fine.” She replied sternly. “I’ll bother you until you hate me even more. I’ll just lecture you the whole time.” She frowned, “I’m Tara and stop winking at me.”

Tara coughed, again, and again. Until her body finally felt to weak to continue, and she looked up at the stranger with a scowl as she continued to speak. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all you--” Tara bit her lip in rage, unsure of what to say while her body still shook with pain. “The pretty ones are always the worst,” she mumbled, “You might be pretty but it’s all you have, you know. You’re an ass. An inconsiderate jerk. There are places to go ruin your lungs for a reason. You might have some kind of death wish, but I don’t.” Tara sighed, picking up the crushed cigarette from the ground. “And don’t litter.” She shook her head, “I’m not going to leave you alone.” She replied calmly, “As long as you continue to be an asshole, I’ll find you. And I’ll bother you until you learn to follow the rules. So, you know, smoke in the right area next time.” She thought it sounded like a good threat, and Tara was never one to go back on her word.

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     “It’s not a weird question. I’m, uh, my body isn’t the strongest. I just get a lot of nose bleeds.” Tara shifted awkwardly, both not knowing and not wanting to explain her condition. “It is. I just...wanted to come over to say hi and this happened.” She slowly began disinfecting what she couldn’t replace, using her seraph powers to wipe the blood off but not being entirely able to clear the stain. “What do you want me to replace? I can buy you new books if you want.”

   “I’m not walking around with blood it’s from my nose. I mean, technically, I am walking around with blood but it’s the blood in the body so does that even count?” Tara babbled, “I’m..sorry. It’s, I get a lot of nose bleeds. Here let me clean your stuff, you shouldn’t touch stranger’s blood.” 

    Tara felt bad for staining Willa’s math work, but then she remembered the very against regulation cat that Willa was keeping and that dissolved her guilt...mostly, at least. “I’m fine,” she took the tissues and brought them to her nose, holding it there as the blood slowly trickled out. “I’m fine,” she repeated, “it’s just a thing that happens. Don’t worry about it. Here you have to at least let me help you with your work. It’s...I’m really sorry for bleeding on it. I just wanted to come by to say ‘hi’.”

    “I’m making you fall asleep? You’re going to make people die if you---” She felt smoke hit her face. The familiar musky scent took her lungs and her body shook. “You---” she coughed violently, turning her body away out of a courtesy she was sure the other woman did not deserve. She pulled a tissue from her purse and brought it to her face, before turning back to face the woman. “I just want you to smoke in the proper area. That’s all I’m asking for you--” she started coughing again, blood staining the tissue she’d put to her face. “Some people--” she tried to get the words out despite the stinging in her throat. “---have bad reactions to smoke and would prefer not to have to---” she stopped, twisting her body away to wretch up more blood, careful not to get it on the stranger. “Smoke can travel.” She added.