I am looking to adore with everything I have...

~♥.♥.♥~
Kennel number:
P114
Name:
Quinn
Gender:
Female
Age:
Human // 16
Coyote x Wolf // 3
Birthday:
May 17th
Breed:
Coyote x Wolf
Eye Color:
Bi-Colored eyes // One emerald green // One purple
Theme Song:
Traveling Soldier, Dixie Chicks
~♥.♥.♥~
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I saw her, and instantly I knew that I just needed to at least try for her, no matter how much I was trying to hold back on characters. It was as if I'd never even made that rule of no more characters for a good long while, the thought of it simply tossed out the window at the sight of her. I don't believe that I've ever fallen in love with a character as quickly as I have with her. I cannot explain how absolutely honored I'd feel to be able to actually call her mine <3
Firstly, I'm a sucker for mixed browns <3 Seeing the different shades mended together so beautifully, I can't imagine anyone not adoring Quinns design, you'd need to be absolutely crazy. The markings on her back are absolutely stunning, pulling the design together perfectly, and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful face for her <3 She's truly original and unique, something different and risky, a feature that is rare these days, but deeply treasured.
I'm also quite intruiged by the fact that she matches a different character (Designed by Lunarfaith) so wonderfully <3 This character is one that I'm hoping to own, if I submit a form that is deemed worthy. In the rare chance that I win both of these stunning young beauties, I have high hopes of making them sisters <3
As for the accessories, I'll most definitely be adding her anklet, the one her mother had given her, which you can find a picture of in the "Art" section of my form. The person whom donated her also said we could change the design but honestly I couldn't even imagine changing it, she's much to stunning.
I cannot promise Quinn showers of art upon art, but I can very much promise her love. While not being able to promise her tons of art, I can promise her some art <3 My favorite linearts will be colored in with her, not to mentioned several other CS artists whom I'd love to have draw her ^^ She'll own her very own post in the new character thread I will be making soon, as well as (hopefully) become the sister of Lune's design. I'd most likely put her up for a mate, though I'd be quite picky of course, since she's quite fragile thanks to me being so mean to her with that history x3 Finally, it is most likely that she will show up in my stories or character entries as Cordelia and Jamie do, so keep an eye out for her <3
Personality:
Quinn is truly a magnificent soul, a treasure to meet. She see's life through eyes of understanding in fate. She believes not in karma, not in accidents, not in chance, only fate. To her, everything happens for a reason, whether it may be good or bad, or a bit of both. This understanding, she came to long ago.
Quinn finds the good in everyone, no matter how rugged they may seem. This, she finds, is never hard, though she knows that there are very few people who'd agree with this. She believes that no one is without some sort of kindness within them, otherwise, they would not be human. This, in fact, goes both ways. No one is purely kind, no one is purely heartless. To her, the balance will always lie in the middle, but it's up to you to decide which side of the balance that you will strive to portray to the world.
Every day, Quinn strives to show people to live life to its fullest, never hold back. If you have fears, face them, if you have feelings, embrace them, if you have dreams, fufill them. One thing about this young lady is that she is wonderful with persuasion, resulting in the thanks of many people of which she'd helped with this philosophy of hers, but she herself would always be the one that would never be convinced by this charm of hers. And for this, she cannot forgive herself.
See, Quinn has always been broken, ever since the day that her mother drowned in the ocean, but she's always trying to pick up the pieces and put them together, quietly and single-handedly. Because of this, she is often left defensive and terribly reserved, the tales of her mother kept safely tucked away inside her, along with her many other secrets.
Secretive, broken, kind... This is Quinn.
Likes:
---Water
---Jesse (No doubt)
---Dawn
---Nature (With a distinct preference to flowers)
---Photography
---Family and friends (She keeps them close and dear)
---Wide open spaces (Open fields and such)
Dislikes:
---Water (She's conflicted about this)
---Lightning//thunder (It scares her)
---Vehicles (The vibrations and noise tend to spook her) (<---This disliking is strictly with her wolf/coyote form, not human.)
---Poachers (Once again, wolf/coyote form, not human.)
Quinn Human Description:
Chocolate brown hair with darker brown streaks, wavy, down to lower-spine, Bi-colored eyes; one emerald green, one purple/indigo. pretty average height, though slightly shorter than others, with deeply tanned skin.
Jesse Human Description:
Dirty blondish-brown hair, cut short, with deep brown eyes (Nearly black) and only slightly tanned skin.
History/Background:
A beautiful young girl could be found at the edge of the pier, sun pooling down around her on the beautiful summers day. In her eyes, it was a mockery to her mothers memory; the skies should be mourning the loss with dulling grey clouds and showering rain, not celebrating with such a stunning, sunlit day. But this day, so bright and sunny, was fate. That, she knew. She learned more than she wanted to about fate, all those years ago.
That day, watching her own mother struggle helplessly in the crashing waves, always reaching out for the lifeguard but always just missing, Quinn being held back by two strong arms, hearing her fathers screams at her side as he, too, was held back, had left her broken. Shattered, even. Her eyes remained hollow these days, though not nearly as hollow as they were now, on the anniversary of her mothers death.
"Mommy! Mommy!" My lungs were burning like fire, white-hot pain hitting me hard in the throat as I screamed out her name, my voice cracking with the effort to be heard over the relentless, vicious waves. Those waves were merciless as they closed her in, hard, against the cliffside, her head colliding with the stone. "Mommy...?" It was a question now, not screamed nor expectant. It was simply... Broken. The thrashing, the attempts to grasp the lifeguards hand, the screams of fear, it all came to such an abrupt halt that I just knew... She wasn't comming back to us.
At the age of six, I watched my mother die.
The world was brought back to her by muffled footsteps, heard faintly from behind. Slowly, the soft steps came closer as the unseen body came forward along the pier, each step like a soft rythm that soothed her thoughts, and for a wonderful moment, bringing her back to the days when her mothers beautiful voice would fill the air with a song so sweet, a mother lulling her daughter to sleep. With this thought, a tear escaped her, slowly sliding down her cheek like a small diamond, catching the sunlight.
"This would belong to you, I assume?" To Quinn, he held out a delicate silver chain, fit for Quinns ankle, three green circles resting there, the sun lighting up the chain with breathtaking beauty. At first glance, Quinn immediately moved forward, reaching out for the treasured anklet, but the man was already bringing it down to her. "You dropped it earlier... I guess you couldn't really hear me over all the other people around when I tried telling you." The stranger sat down at her side, easily letting his feet hang loosely over the side of the pier, while Quinn sat shakily with her legs hugged close to her chest. Never would she go in... She just couldn't.
"Jesse Taylor." Holding out his hand for her, she shook it in return, her small fingers lacing themselves around his hand.
"Quinn Kress."
And so it began. The late nights of simple talking by the pier, the undetermined yet constant time that he'd show up at the Cafe, waiting for her shift to finish, all the little things that they told eachother that didn't seem important alone, but added up, they were the world. It was finding him at her doorstep, drenched from head to toe with rain because his truck wasn't starting up so he grabbed a bike, it was their dumb thumb wrestling matches that he'd never let her win, it was the fact that he'd let her fall asleep on his shoulder. A cliche, their time together was, but it was the most beautiful cliche she'd ever seen.
"Jesse!" The squeak of surprised sounded loudly in the late night air, the world around them hushed and silent, as Jesse's sudden appearance gave her a startle. His laughter filled the air around her, his arms weaving their way around her waist so easily that she found herself believing that those arms belonged there. But the arms that kept her in place were gone just as quickly as they came, instead pulling away to twirl Quinn on her toes, leaving her own laughter falling into unison with his.
Quinn, in sweats and a tanktop in the middle of the night at the park, let herself be spun around to the sound of Tim McGraws voice as he sung out "Live like you were Dying". Finally, she felt him tug softly on her arm, pulling her just a little closer. A smile fell across her features as she felt his arms return to their place around her waist, and as let her head fall to his shoulder, she could have sworn she felt him smile too.
"Quinn... Where'd you get that anklet?" His voice was so soft, so careful, that she found herself wondering why he'd even asked; he already knew. She could hear it. But he didn't let her go, simply kept her close, swaying her even as the song came to a close.
"My mother... She gave it to me as I birthday present, a couple weeks before she... Passed away." Quinn explained softly, her voice a mere whisper. If it'd been forced any louder, she knew it would have cracked. For a long moment, he was silent, something she was thankful for. She didn't want pity, she only wanted freedom.
"Her death... Did it have anything to do with water?" These words, so dead on, caused her to flinch, an involuntary movement that caused her eyes to burn and sting, threatening tears, because she knew that in that moment, she'd set a secret free. For that moment, the box in which she tucked away, deep inside, had opened, if only for a second. She could lie now... Not to him.
"How... Jesse, how did you know that?" She pulled away slightly, just enough to see his face, despite the darkness that kept him nearly hidden.
His deep brown eyes reflected slight guilt as he replied, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. "Well, I just... I see you. I saw how careful you were to keep your feet out of the water that first day on the pier, and every other day at the pier. And when we went to the park that day... You wouldn't cross the bridge, and I know you said that you just didn't want to be late getting back to your dad, but I saw you eyeing that bridge. It didn't look sturdy... You were scared to cross." He finished with a quiet voice, as if, while Quinn was scared to cross, he was scared of what she'd say.
But she said nothing. Only pulled him just a bit closer, their lips meeting gently. There, standing in the rain, the night before Jesse's departure.
Quinn sat with him on the bench, her body curled into him as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You don't have to go, you know." She whispered through the many voices of the hustle and bustle of the airport. Strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks, her eyes read and puffy, but she found herself thinking that maybe it wasn't bad. Jesse knew her, the real her, so why not all of her? Giving a sad smile at the thought, she rested her head against his, sighing softly.
He wrapped his two hands around her single one, kissing it lightly. "You know, some days I wish I could have saved you from the life your living, without a mother. But then, I realise that without that, I would have never found you at that pier. I know that thought is selfish of me, and I know I shouldn't think that, but I just can't help myself. I just can't." It was barely heard, being such a small whisper in return, but in that moment, she felt herself fall in love with him all over again.
Their gaze, so steady and sweet, was broken by the voice of a woman, ringing out across the airport, announcing Jesse's flight. Lowering her gaze to her lap, she felt his soft lips brush her cheek briefly, bidding her goodbye. At that, she drew in a shaky breath, looking back up at him. "Goodbye Jesse Taylor." She whispered, forcing a smile onto her tear stained face.
"Goodbye Quinn Kress."
Their interlocked fingers broke away slowly as Jesse stood, taking in a deep breath before walking forward, toward his flight. As he did so, Quinn pulled her camera from her hand bag, tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear before raising the camera to eye level. While she zoomed in closer, Jesse turned, taking in one last glance of her. Click! A smile crossed his lips at this, before he was hidden away from her by the many people whom roamed the airport.
Despite him no longer being able to see her, she returned the smile, looking down at the picture she'd taken. The smile only grew as she saw his surprised smile, so full of love, staring back up at her from the camera screen. Her expression softening, she flicked through the many photos, few being of herself, mostly only Jesse or she and Jesse smiling up from the screen. Confusion crossing her gaze, she looked harder at the photo, one she hadn't taken. She let another smile brighten her features at the sight of Jesse's arms around her waist, him holding her from behind as Quinn attempted to escape his grip, their expressions full of laughter.
This, was her favorite. Thank you Daddy. She smiled to herself, tucking the camera away inside her bag.
Letters passed constantly, each one kept and treasured.
Dear Quinn,
Things are well here, we're...
Dear Jesse,
I'm glad to here that all is well...
Dear Quinn,
I may not be able to write for awhile, things are getting tough around here and I'll be needed more often, but don't worry about me, I'll be home before you know it...
The letter became fewer, then rare, then... Never. She didn't hear for months, not one letter. To be honest... She was petrified to turn on the news, or read the papers. She just couldn't bring herself to it.
She jumped, a knock sounding at the door, giving her a startle. Shaking it off, she hurried to open the door, surprised to see the mailman awaiting her. A smile broke out across her face, earning a chuckle from Reggie, the mailman. Thanking him for the delivery, she quickly tore open the letter, only to have her face fall in an instant. It wasn't Jesse's handwriting.
Dear Quinn Kress,
I understand that you don't know me, but my name is Nathan Waters, a close friend of Jesse's. I'm sorry it took so long for me to write you... I couldn't exactly find a way to put things into words.
I hate this, so, so much but... I need to. Quinn, Jesse died, about two weeks ago. He was shot in the neck, and didn't make it. I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but you deserved to know. But, I did find something in his bunk. It was only half finished, but I knew you'd want to see it.
I know how you feel, I mean, he was my best friend. I just... I'm sorry. I really am. I knew how much he cared about you... Mostly because he wouldn't shut up half the time, telling me about how great you were. I know things are difficult, but I hope the letter of his that I attatched helps a bit.

~♥.♥.♥~
Kennel number:
P114
Name:
Quinn
Gender:
Female
Age:
Human // 16
Coyote x Wolf // 3
Birthday:
May 17th
Breed:
Coyote x Wolf
Eye Color:
Bi-Colored eyes // One emerald green // One purple
Theme Song:
Traveling Soldier, Dixie Chicks
~♥.♥.♥~
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I saw her, and instantly I knew that I just needed to at least try for her, no matter how much I was trying to hold back on characters. It was as if I'd never even made that rule of no more characters for a good long while, the thought of it simply tossed out the window at the sight of her. I don't believe that I've ever fallen in love with a character as quickly as I have with her. I cannot explain how absolutely honored I'd feel to be able to actually call her mine <3
Firstly, I'm a sucker for mixed browns <3 Seeing the different shades mended together so beautifully, I can't imagine anyone not adoring Quinns design, you'd need to be absolutely crazy. The markings on her back are absolutely stunning, pulling the design together perfectly, and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful face for her <3 She's truly original and unique, something different and risky, a feature that is rare these days, but deeply treasured.
I'm also quite intruiged by the fact that she matches a different character (Designed by Lunarfaith) so wonderfully <3 This character is one that I'm hoping to own, if I submit a form that is deemed worthy. In the rare chance that I win both of these stunning young beauties, I have high hopes of making them sisters <3
As for the accessories, I'll most definitely be adding her anklet, the one her mother had given her, which you can find a picture of in the "Art" section of my form. The person whom donated her also said we could change the design but honestly I couldn't even imagine changing it, she's much to stunning.
I cannot promise Quinn showers of art upon art, but I can very much promise her love. While not being able to promise her tons of art, I can promise her some art <3 My favorite linearts will be colored in with her, not to mentioned several other CS artists whom I'd love to have draw her ^^ She'll own her very own post in the new character thread I will be making soon, as well as (hopefully) become the sister of Lune's design. I'd most likely put her up for a mate, though I'd be quite picky of course, since she's quite fragile thanks to me being so mean to her with that history x3 Finally, it is most likely that she will show up in my stories or character entries as Cordelia and Jamie do, so keep an eye out for her <3
Personality:
Quinn is truly a magnificent soul, a treasure to meet. She see's life through eyes of understanding in fate. She believes not in karma, not in accidents, not in chance, only fate. To her, everything happens for a reason, whether it may be good or bad, or a bit of both. This understanding, she came to long ago.
Quinn finds the good in everyone, no matter how rugged they may seem. This, she finds, is never hard, though she knows that there are very few people who'd agree with this. She believes that no one is without some sort of kindness within them, otherwise, they would not be human. This, in fact, goes both ways. No one is purely kind, no one is purely heartless. To her, the balance will always lie in the middle, but it's up to you to decide which side of the balance that you will strive to portray to the world.
Every day, Quinn strives to show people to live life to its fullest, never hold back. If you have fears, face them, if you have feelings, embrace them, if you have dreams, fufill them. One thing about this young lady is that she is wonderful with persuasion, resulting in the thanks of many people of which she'd helped with this philosophy of hers, but she herself would always be the one that would never be convinced by this charm of hers. And for this, she cannot forgive herself.
See, Quinn has always been broken, ever since the day that her mother drowned in the ocean, but she's always trying to pick up the pieces and put them together, quietly and single-handedly. Because of this, she is often left defensive and terribly reserved, the tales of her mother kept safely tucked away inside her, along with her many other secrets.
Secretive, broken, kind... This is Quinn.
Likes:
---Water
---Jesse (No doubt)
---Dawn
---Nature (With a distinct preference to flowers)
---Photography
---Family and friends (She keeps them close and dear)
---Wide open spaces (Open fields and such)
Dislikes:
---Water (She's conflicted about this)
---Lightning//thunder (It scares her)
---Vehicles (The vibrations and noise tend to spook her) (<---This disliking is strictly with her wolf/coyote form, not human.)
---Poachers (Once again, wolf/coyote form, not human.)
Quinn Human Description:
Chocolate brown hair with darker brown streaks, wavy, down to lower-spine, Bi-colored eyes; one emerald green, one purple/indigo. pretty average height, though slightly shorter than others, with deeply tanned skin.
Jesse Human Description:
Dirty blondish-brown hair, cut short, with deep brown eyes (Nearly black) and only slightly tanned skin.
History/Background:
Sometimes people build up walls,
Not to keep others out,
But to see who cares enough to break them down...
A beautiful young girl could be found at the edge of the pier, sun pooling down around her on the beautiful summers day. In her eyes, it was a mockery to her mothers memory; the skies should be mourning the loss with dulling grey clouds and showering rain, not celebrating with such a stunning, sunlit day. But this day, so bright and sunny, was fate. That, she knew. She learned more than she wanted to about fate, all those years ago.
That day, watching her own mother struggle helplessly in the crashing waves, always reaching out for the lifeguard but always just missing, Quinn being held back by two strong arms, hearing her fathers screams at her side as he, too, was held back, had left her broken. Shattered, even. Her eyes remained hollow these days, though not nearly as hollow as they were now, on the anniversary of her mothers death.
"Mommy! Mommy!" My lungs were burning like fire, white-hot pain hitting me hard in the throat as I screamed out her name, my voice cracking with the effort to be heard over the relentless, vicious waves. Those waves were merciless as they closed her in, hard, against the cliffside, her head colliding with the stone. "Mommy...?" It was a question now, not screamed nor expectant. It was simply... Broken. The thrashing, the attempts to grasp the lifeguards hand, the screams of fear, it all came to such an abrupt halt that I just knew... She wasn't comming back to us.
At the age of six, I watched my mother die.
The world was brought back to her by muffled footsteps, heard faintly from behind. Slowly, the soft steps came closer as the unseen body came forward along the pier, each step like a soft rythm that soothed her thoughts, and for a wonderful moment, bringing her back to the days when her mothers beautiful voice would fill the air with a song so sweet, a mother lulling her daughter to sleep. With this thought, a tear escaped her, slowly sliding down her cheek like a small diamond, catching the sunlight.
"This would belong to you, I assume?" To Quinn, he held out a delicate silver chain, fit for Quinns ankle, three green circles resting there, the sun lighting up the chain with breathtaking beauty. At first glance, Quinn immediately moved forward, reaching out for the treasured anklet, but the man was already bringing it down to her. "You dropped it earlier... I guess you couldn't really hear me over all the other people around when I tried telling you." The stranger sat down at her side, easily letting his feet hang loosely over the side of the pier, while Quinn sat shakily with her legs hugged close to her chest. Never would she go in... She just couldn't.
"Jesse Taylor." Holding out his hand for her, she shook it in return, her small fingers lacing themselves around his hand.
"Quinn Kress."
And so it began. The late nights of simple talking by the pier, the undetermined yet constant time that he'd show up at the Cafe, waiting for her shift to finish, all the little things that they told eachother that didn't seem important alone, but added up, they were the world. It was finding him at her doorstep, drenched from head to toe with rain because his truck wasn't starting up so he grabbed a bike, it was their dumb thumb wrestling matches that he'd never let her win, it was the fact that he'd let her fall asleep on his shoulder. A cliche, their time together was, but it was the most beautiful cliche she'd ever seen.
Tim McGraw, by Taylor Swift wrote:When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song,
The one we danced to all night long,
The moon like a spotlight on the lake...
"Jesse!" The squeak of surprised sounded loudly in the late night air, the world around them hushed and silent, as Jesse's sudden appearance gave her a startle. His laughter filled the air around her, his arms weaving their way around her waist so easily that she found herself believing that those arms belonged there. But the arms that kept her in place were gone just as quickly as they came, instead pulling away to twirl Quinn on her toes, leaving her own laughter falling into unison with his.
Quinn, in sweats and a tanktop in the middle of the night at the park, let herself be spun around to the sound of Tim McGraws voice as he sung out "Live like you were Dying". Finally, she felt him tug softly on her arm, pulling her just a little closer. A smile fell across her features as she felt his arms return to their place around her waist, and as let her head fall to his shoulder, she could have sworn she felt him smile too.
"Quinn... Where'd you get that anklet?" His voice was so soft, so careful, that she found herself wondering why he'd even asked; he already knew. She could hear it. But he didn't let her go, simply kept her close, swaying her even as the song came to a close.
"My mother... She gave it to me as I birthday present, a couple weeks before she... Passed away." Quinn explained softly, her voice a mere whisper. If it'd been forced any louder, she knew it would have cracked. For a long moment, he was silent, something she was thankful for. She didn't want pity, she only wanted freedom.
"Her death... Did it have anything to do with water?" These words, so dead on, caused her to flinch, an involuntary movement that caused her eyes to burn and sting, threatening tears, because she knew that in that moment, she'd set a secret free. For that moment, the box in which she tucked away, deep inside, had opened, if only for a second. She could lie now... Not to him.
"How... Jesse, how did you know that?" She pulled away slightly, just enough to see his face, despite the darkness that kept him nearly hidden.
His deep brown eyes reflected slight guilt as he replied, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. "Well, I just... I see you. I saw how careful you were to keep your feet out of the water that first day on the pier, and every other day at the pier. And when we went to the park that day... You wouldn't cross the bridge, and I know you said that you just didn't want to be late getting back to your dad, but I saw you eyeing that bridge. It didn't look sturdy... You were scared to cross." He finished with a quiet voice, as if, while Quinn was scared to cross, he was scared of what she'd say.
But she said nothing. Only pulled him just a bit closer, their lips meeting gently. There, standing in the rain, the night before Jesse's departure.
Goodbye, by Miley Cyrus wrote:I remember the simple things,
I remember till I cry,
But the one thing I wish I'd forget,
The memory I wanna forget,
Is goodbye...
Quinn sat with him on the bench, her body curled into him as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You don't have to go, you know." She whispered through the many voices of the hustle and bustle of the airport. Strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks, her eyes read and puffy, but she found herself thinking that maybe it wasn't bad. Jesse knew her, the real her, so why not all of her? Giving a sad smile at the thought, she rested her head against his, sighing softly.
He wrapped his two hands around her single one, kissing it lightly. "You know, some days I wish I could have saved you from the life your living, without a mother. But then, I realise that without that, I would have never found you at that pier. I know that thought is selfish of me, and I know I shouldn't think that, but I just can't help myself. I just can't." It was barely heard, being such a small whisper in return, but in that moment, she felt herself fall in love with him all over again.
Their gaze, so steady and sweet, was broken by the voice of a woman, ringing out across the airport, announcing Jesse's flight. Lowering her gaze to her lap, she felt his soft lips brush her cheek briefly, bidding her goodbye. At that, she drew in a shaky breath, looking back up at him. "Goodbye Jesse Taylor." She whispered, forcing a smile onto her tear stained face.
"Goodbye Quinn Kress."
Their interlocked fingers broke away slowly as Jesse stood, taking in a deep breath before walking forward, toward his flight. As he did so, Quinn pulled her camera from her hand bag, tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear before raising the camera to eye level. While she zoomed in closer, Jesse turned, taking in one last glance of her. Click! A smile crossed his lips at this, before he was hidden away from her by the many people whom roamed the airport.
Despite him no longer being able to see her, she returned the smile, looking down at the picture she'd taken. The smile only grew as she saw his surprised smile, so full of love, staring back up at her from the camera screen. Her expression softening, she flicked through the many photos, few being of herself, mostly only Jesse or she and Jesse smiling up from the screen. Confusion crossing her gaze, she looked harder at the photo, one she hadn't taken. She let another smile brighten her features at the sight of Jesse's arms around her waist, him holding her from behind as Quinn attempted to escape his grip, their expressions full of laughter.
This, was her favorite. Thank you Daddy. She smiled to herself, tucking the camera away inside her bag.
My Heart Will Go On, by Celine Dion wrote:Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on...
Letters passed constantly, each one kept and treasured.
Dear Quinn,
Things are well here, we're...
Dear Jesse,
I'm glad to here that all is well...
Dear Quinn,
I may not be able to write for awhile, things are getting tough around here and I'll be needed more often, but don't worry about me, I'll be home before you know it...
The letter became fewer, then rare, then... Never. She didn't hear for months, not one letter. To be honest... She was petrified to turn on the news, or read the papers. She just couldn't bring herself to it.
She jumped, a knock sounding at the door, giving her a startle. Shaking it off, she hurried to open the door, surprised to see the mailman awaiting her. A smile broke out across her face, earning a chuckle from Reggie, the mailman. Thanking him for the delivery, she quickly tore open the letter, only to have her face fall in an instant. It wasn't Jesse's handwriting.
Dear Quinn Kress,
I understand that you don't know me, but my name is Nathan Waters, a close friend of Jesse's. I'm sorry it took so long for me to write you... I couldn't exactly find a way to put things into words.
I hate this, so, so much but... I need to. Quinn, Jesse died, about two weeks ago. He was shot in the neck, and didn't make it. I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but you deserved to know. But, I did find something in his bunk. It was only half finished, but I knew you'd want to see it.
I know how you feel, I mean, he was my best friend. I just... I'm sorry. I really am. I knew how much he cared about you... Mostly because he wouldn't shut up half the time, telling me about how great you were. I know things are difficult, but I hope the letter of his that I attatched helps a bit.
Signed, your hopeful friend of the future,
-Nathan Waters
-Nathan Waters
The letter fell from her finger tips, slowly gliding downward to land on the floor. She did the same, letting the devastation cross her face as she leaned back against the wall, slowly sliding down until she sat on the ground, tears streaking her face. The pain was indescribable. She'd never experienced such piercing knives, tearing holes through her heart that she knew would scar and remain. She just couldn't take it, it killed her so badly.
Tears still streaming down her cheeks, she tossed the envelope aside, momentary surprise crossing her shadowed face as a soft clang! sounded as the envelope hit the ground. Slowly, she reached out her fingertips for the envelope, hand shaking from her sobs. Enclosing her fingers around the envelope, she thought of Jesse's fingers enclosing themselves around hers, intertwining with ease. Drawing in a shaky breath, she pulled the envelope onto her lap, pulling out the next piece of paper.
This piece of paper, she was surprised to find, was written in Jesse's handwriting.
Dear Quinn,
I'll be coming home soon, though the days will be short, probably a mere three or four days. I need you to know that I'm crazy about you. I honestly can't imagine how I'd ever found the life before you even slightly entertaining. Quinn... During those three or four days... I want to get married. I love you Quinn, and I need you. Marry me, Quinn Kress. I've already talked to your father, and
With shaking hands, she set the letter down beside her, a soft shadow of a smile appearing on her lips. Carefully, She picked up the envelope once again, sliding a hand inside. She felt her finger brush something cold, bringing a gasp to her lips. Tentatively, She pulled out the small object. She'd never seen anything so breathtaking.
She waited. For what, she didn't know, but she just felt the need to wait. She found herself standing on the edge of the pier, the sky informing her that it wasn't even dawnbreak. She'd been there for hours, having not slept a wink whatsoever. Sighing, she opened her eyes again, only to find the very awakening of dawn, the sun just peaking over the mountains, milky light bathing the town. This was it. This was the sign she'd needed. And with that, she plunged into the depths below, Jesse's engagement ring clutched safely to her chest.
She had braced herself for a pounding ache, but she only found peace. She finally felt that her world was falling away into a peaceful lull, her senses of swimming rushing back to her as though she'd swam only yesterday. There, floating along in the lake, kicking and flipping, she felt so much closer to her mother, so much closer to Jesse. She felt as though they were with her there, swimming at her side.
Later, as she sat at the kitchen table, she lifted her eyes to where the letters still sat on the table, her father having not been there last night to clean them away because he'd been away on a short business trip. Once again, she felt a lurch in her chest at the sight, eyes falling back to the barely-eaten sandwich in front of her. Sighing, she forced her gaze upwards again, taking a sharp intake of breath before pushing her chair back. Nathan deserved an answer.
Dear Nathan Waters,
Thank you. I mean... If it weren't for you, I never would have known until the soldier homecoming. I'd been too scared to watch the news, or pick up a newspaper, I just couldn't stand the thought of finding his name in the list of deceased. I couldn't bring myself to bear that kind of pain, constantly dreading the next day every night, in fear of finding his name in the news. But... Thank you, all the same. I'd expectant that blind knowledge would be easier... It wasn't.
I know you to were best friends... He talked about you all the time. He'd tell me stories about the times when you and him would go on dirt biking expeditions, always trying but constantly failing. It was nice, listening to him tell me about the people he knew. It made me feel like I'd always been a part of his life.
I see that I'm simply rambling now. I'm sorry, I guess its just nice to find someone who really knew him. But, hopefully I'll know you one day too; I know he's wanted us to meet for awhile now.
For a moment, she set the pencil back down on the table, only to pick it back up again, flipping it over to the side of the eraser, erasing her last name from the page.
~♥~
Two days later, she found herself walking past a large garage, not exactly looking for anything, but finding fate behind the situation all the same, because as she glanced over to wave to the man working outside, her eyes fell upon a large sailboat, not exactly a regular boat, but quite large for a sailboat. Written along the side: FOR SALE.
What made her do it, she'd never understand, but soon enough, she found herself thanking Reggie, the man whom had been working outside the Garage, for the Sailboat. I must be absolutely crazy, she found herself thinking as she flopped herself down onto her bed. A whisper of a smile on her lips, she glanced out the window, out to the Sailboat that was now on her lawn.
She'd sail the world on this boat. She go everywhere, get out of this small little town full of painful memories. She would escape, and she'd bring Jesse and her mother along with her. They'd be with her on that boat, guiding her way. They'd be the gentle waves, they'd be the light from the lighthouse, they'd be everything and anything, simply guiding her along her journey. They'd be with her. That was all that mattered.
Art:
http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h45 ... entpng.png
By FieryFilly :3 If I don't win, this can go to the winner ^^
viewtopic.php?f=33&t=707081
By me :3 Drawing of the anklet that I talk about in her history ^-^
Other:
...Poem...
The spirits, they guide me,
The shadows, they hide me,
Secrets, secrets, binding my words,
My heart, my soul, going skywards.
I'll be with you one day.
Tears still streaming down her cheeks, she tossed the envelope aside, momentary surprise crossing her shadowed face as a soft clang! sounded as the envelope hit the ground. Slowly, she reached out her fingertips for the envelope, hand shaking from her sobs. Enclosing her fingers around the envelope, she thought of Jesse's fingers enclosing themselves around hers, intertwining with ease. Drawing in a shaky breath, she pulled the envelope onto her lap, pulling out the next piece of paper.
This piece of paper, she was surprised to find, was written in Jesse's handwriting.
Dear Quinn,
I'll be coming home soon, though the days will be short, probably a mere three or four days. I need you to know that I'm crazy about you. I honestly can't imagine how I'd ever found the life before you even slightly entertaining. Quinn... During those three or four days... I want to get married. I love you Quinn, and I need you. Marry me, Quinn Kress. I've already talked to your father, and
With shaking hands, she set the letter down beside her, a soft shadow of a smile appearing on her lips. Carefully, She picked up the envelope once again, sliding a hand inside. She felt her finger brush something cold, bringing a gasp to her lips. Tentatively, She pulled out the small object. She'd never seen anything so breathtaking.
Live Like you Were Dying, by Tim McGraw wrote:I went skydiving,
I went, rocky mountain climbing,
I went, two point seven seconds,
On a bull named Fumanchu...
She waited. For what, she didn't know, but she just felt the need to wait. She found herself standing on the edge of the pier, the sky informing her that it wasn't even dawnbreak. She'd been there for hours, having not slept a wink whatsoever. Sighing, she opened her eyes again, only to find the very awakening of dawn, the sun just peaking over the mountains, milky light bathing the town. This was it. This was the sign she'd needed. And with that, she plunged into the depths below, Jesse's engagement ring clutched safely to her chest.
She had braced herself for a pounding ache, but she only found peace. She finally felt that her world was falling away into a peaceful lull, her senses of swimming rushing back to her as though she'd swam only yesterday. There, floating along in the lake, kicking and flipping, she felt so much closer to her mother, so much closer to Jesse. She felt as though they were with her there, swimming at her side.
Later, as she sat at the kitchen table, she lifted her eyes to where the letters still sat on the table, her father having not been there last night to clean them away because he'd been away on a short business trip. Once again, she felt a lurch in her chest at the sight, eyes falling back to the barely-eaten sandwich in front of her. Sighing, she forced her gaze upwards again, taking a sharp intake of breath before pushing her chair back. Nathan deserved an answer.
Dear Nathan Waters,
Thank you. I mean... If it weren't for you, I never would have known until the soldier homecoming. I'd been too scared to watch the news, or pick up a newspaper, I just couldn't stand the thought of finding his name in the list of deceased. I couldn't bring myself to bear that kind of pain, constantly dreading the next day every night, in fear of finding his name in the news. But... Thank you, all the same. I'd expectant that blind knowledge would be easier... It wasn't.
I know you to were best friends... He talked about you all the time. He'd tell me stories about the times when you and him would go on dirt biking expeditions, always trying but constantly failing. It was nice, listening to him tell me about the people he knew. It made me feel like I'd always been a part of his life.
I see that I'm simply rambling now. I'm sorry, I guess its just nice to find someone who really knew him. But, hopefully I'll know you one day too; I know he's wanted us to meet for awhile now.
Sincerely,
Quinn Kress
Quinn Kress
For a moment, she set the pencil back down on the table, only to pick it back up again, flipping it over to the side of the eraser, erasing her last name from the page.
Sincerely,
Quinn Taylor
Quinn Taylor
~♥~
Two days later, she found herself walking past a large garage, not exactly looking for anything, but finding fate behind the situation all the same, because as she glanced over to wave to the man working outside, her eyes fell upon a large sailboat, not exactly a regular boat, but quite large for a sailboat. Written along the side: FOR SALE.
What made her do it, she'd never understand, but soon enough, she found herself thanking Reggie, the man whom had been working outside the Garage, for the Sailboat. I must be absolutely crazy, she found herself thinking as she flopped herself down onto her bed. A whisper of a smile on her lips, she glanced out the window, out to the Sailboat that was now on her lawn.
She'd sail the world on this boat. She go everywhere, get out of this small little town full of painful memories. She would escape, and she'd bring Jesse and her mother along with her. They'd be with her on that boat, guiding her way. They'd be the gentle waves, they'd be the light from the lighthouse, they'd be everything and anything, simply guiding her along her journey. They'd be with her. That was all that mattered.
Art:
http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h45 ... entpng.png
By FieryFilly :3 If I don't win, this can go to the winner ^^
viewtopic.php?f=33&t=707081
By me :3 Drawing of the anklet that I talk about in her history ^-^
Other:
...Poem...
The spirits, they guide me,
The shadows, they hide me,
Secrets, secrets, binding my words,
My heart, my soul, going skywards.
I'll be with you one day.