♬ tara harmony -- nine -- wip ♬

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tara h a r m o n y

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[presto]

Her fingers, calloused from years of playing, danced across the frets with an elegant certainty. Yes, elegant was the word to describe her. Her lengthy, thin legs were folded underneath her, holding the weight of the guitar. It pressed against her slender body, Her fingers, calloused from years of playing, danced across the frets with an elegant certainty. Yes, elegant was the word to describe her. Her lengthy, thin legs were folded underneath her, holding the weight of the guitar. It pressed against her slender body, the sleek wood a familiar feeling on her flat stomach. She wasn't malnourished, you can see it in the healthy glow on her creamy olive skin. Though that skin is dyed blue and purple in many places. But, of course, she doesn't explain to anyone why she has those bruises. It's better not to keep asking. Her arms, which had no muscle at all, bounced up and down to a rhythm, a ringing note escaping with each strum. It didn't sound elegant such as herself, but it was music to her particularly pointed ears. Her thin lips, which usually stayed into a neutral straight line, hinted in a small smile. The last note rang out loud, and her lacy fingers lingered at each string before passing through. Her face wasn't necessarily beautiful, it was just... striking. She tucked her wispy brown hair behind her ear and out of her gray-green eyes. You could call her face beautiful, if she would let you see it. High cheekbones, rounded eyebrows, a pinched nose. Faint freckles do blemish her face, but only if you look very closely. Though some people do call her squint because her eyes are narrower than normal. A dainty jawline. All resting upon a thin neck and delicate shoulders. She has that unproportionate look to her that maybe she hasn't grown into her height just yet. Just a little to thin. But hopefully she'll fill out. She pressed her lips to the body of the guitar and got up from her bed. Her footsteps were small and light as she walked out the door.  sometimes i just i could start over because everything looks like a wreck and i need the courage to carry on because i can't see what's ahead  [/presto]

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district nine | female | seventeen