d7 { olive partridge } DONE CB

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[/size]Bruises cover her skin, from head to toe, there appears to be not a patch of skin free from the touch of the black. But then it was hard for them not to appear when she continuously threw herself off of every height within the house, unwilling to let her fear of heights tame her and control her. And so her skin become and oddity to look at, patterns of greens, blues and yellows littering her pale white skin. Ever since her father had started abusing her the blue eyed, black haired child had refused to allow herself to do anything that would mean following in her fathers footsteps. With a useless mother, no one really knows where she got her fiery attitude and in all honesty hardly anyone gets to see it, wrapping herself in a meek, shy mask that no one can penetrate. Her list of fears is extensive reaching from losing control, to saying the wrong thing to anyone bigger then her. Being small for her age most people say she carries a peculiar look on her pale lips most of the time or a forced smile with an odd need to scale anything she can get her hands on. Rather fragile, Olive almost looks like a flower ready to be snapped in two, with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks you wouldn't think that this sweet innocent child was capable of more then sitting. But Olive is very much active, her tiny arms stronger then you think, and her need to beat her fathers ghost a constant presence as she climbs up and up, before tumbling to the ground.

Credit to Zoë for template <3

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