08-13-2018, 11:11 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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The timidness, the scarring, the stutter- if there was one thing Pierce could see in this girl, it was himself. He did not know her history, no, didn't know if she had been born with her speech impediment or if it was trauma-induced, like his, his that still resurfaced, had been. He didn't know if the horrid scar across her stomach was from a surgery or accident of sorts or from battle, but he could at least see that same nervousness in her green eyes, the same one that he had struggled with for so long, especially when he was young - though, who was he kidding, he still struggled with it now.
Pierce meandered over shortly after Buckingham, honey visionaries flicking over the much smaller feline's form as he stood, quiet, for the time being. If she was intimidated by Bucky's size, Pierce was certainly no better, but he had a rather unassuming demeanor, with his little leather bag filled with flowers and pencils, the smudge of paint on his chin, and his freckled cheeks. Despite the ugly scars that were carved into his flesh, he looked rather innocent, eyes large and sparkling and a kind smile upon his features. "Welcome to the clan, Miss Gordon," he spoke gently, voice like the sweet whisperings of the breeze as he instinctively tacked the "Miss" onto her name, as an old "friend" had taught. The thought of said friend made the muscles in his jaw tense ever so slightly, but it didn't show on his face. "I'm Pierce- it's nice to meet you! Let me know if you need help with anything, okay, hun?" He was always glad to help his clanmates - and anyone, really - out when needed. It was gratifying, yeah, but it made him feel useful above all else, which god knew was something he needed.
"speech"
Pierce meandered over shortly after Buckingham, honey visionaries flicking over the much smaller feline's form as he stood, quiet, for the time being. If she was intimidated by Bucky's size, Pierce was certainly no better, but he had a rather unassuming demeanor, with his little leather bag filled with flowers and pencils, the smudge of paint on his chin, and his freckled cheeks. Despite the ugly scars that were carved into his flesh, he looked rather innocent, eyes large and sparkling and a kind smile upon his features. "Welcome to the clan, Miss Gordon," he spoke gently, voice like the sweet whisperings of the breeze as he instinctively tacked the "Miss" onto her name, as an old "friend" had taught. The thought of said friend made the muscles in his jaw tense ever so slightly, but it didn't show on his face. "I'm Pierce- it's nice to meet you! Let me know if you need help with anything, okay, hun?" He was always glad to help his clanmates - and anyone, really - out when needed. It was gratifying, yeah, but it made him feel useful above all else, which god knew was something he needed.
"speech"
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