[color=7bcdc8][h1][center]Ariana Lane[/center][/h1][/color] 

Ariana has been listening, of course she had, being bullied since a young age had born instincts that she knew well to follow. When the class quieted with the appearance of their teacher, she'd focused completely on the picture forming under her hands. 


The pencil within her grasp moved fluidly across the sheet, her eyes absently scanning the edge but never fully focusing on it, a small shiver running down her spine as wings formed and spread, a castle forming in the background as large clawed hands seemed to reach from nowhere.  The wings continued to form, a pair of white and a pair of ink-black, a faint smile tugging across her lips as her left hand moved with ease to erase extra shade or added tip to a building as the picture filled the page. She'd been drawing nearly the same thing since an early age, the feel of a gust of wind across her skin always seemed to calm her even on the brink on panicking. 

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Ariana's head jerked up as if she'd been shocked, her right hand slashing across the sheet and her eyes locking with the boys in front of her. She rolled her shoulders and forced her tense muscle to relax, offering a small half-smile to him before shifting her gaze to her drawing once more. 

The feeling of an arm suddenly dropping against her shoulders had Ariana tensing completely, her breath stilling in her lungs as a familiar, painful spike went down her spine, her vision fading around the edges as the arm tightens before relaxing. 

[i]"Do forgive her, she wasn't taught manors."[/i] The familiar voice of Trevor Anderson filling her ears, Ariana forced herself to remain still, the heaviness that had settled in her stomach after she'd made her way out of her home, intensified as Trevor's arm tightened once more. The feeling nearly forced a choke from her lips, her now protesting lungs demanded release but she didn't do as they wanted. She shifted her suddenly heavy eyes to Trevor's face, his ice-blue eyes sending a shiver down her spine, the flare she saw in them had her vision swimming once more. This wasn't new, every time one of her bullies touched her, she'd always feel a pain so intense she barely managed to get away before she'd pass out. She'd be weak and pale for the rest of the day after that, which was why she avoided them as best she could. 

Now she could feel it, her gaze drifted away as she forced her hand to rise, the grip on her lungs lessening as she forces her wobbly feet to lift her up, Trevor's arm falling to the desk only to reach out and grab her wrist. The implication clear. She gestured to the boy to take the vacant seat in front of her, the pressure of Trevor's fingers sending aanother wave of pain, before he let go and sit back in his seat.  She sat back down and swallowed the bile that threatened to rise in her throat. 

She rolled her tense shoulders and though what she looked like right now, she blinked her heavy eyes and focused forward. [@corrosive]