Hello! Tia, here! Just an ordinary girl with a passion for music, flowers, and baking. I'll try my best to make you the happiest I can so don't feel too shy to come say hello!
((This is an RP/personal hybrid blog. I RP as myself. I want to see how my muse!self would react in certain situations. I try to keep Tia as true to myself as I can get.))
damien-issacs replied to your post: “So,” Damien said, poking Tia lightly. “You and Tristan dating yet or what?”The fire demon smirked. “Just friends, huh? You know, Gabe and I use to be ‘friends.’” He laughed
“But but but…” Tia blushed even more and slapped her hands over her cheeks to hide it. “I’m waiting for Hiro. I promised… a-and if I just… that would be like… cheating…”
“Settle down, Tia,” he laughed, pulling her into a hug. “I’m only teasing.”
“Mean…” Tia retured the hug. “I’m gonna tell Gabriel on you…”
“Oh? And what do you expect him to do about it, hmm?” he chuckled. “Preggers is a bit preoccupied with trying to keep his meals down,” he sighed. “If anyone would be upset with me teasing you it’d Tristan~”
“Wellll…” Tia smiled cheekily and poked him in the side a few times. “Then I’ll tell Gabe AND Tristan on you.”
Tia giggle slightly before standing and brushing off stray bits of grass from the front of her dress and from her perpetually messy hair. “Oh, I’ll be alright. I like sitting in the sun. I was born in the summer heat so it takes a lot for me to get overheated.” She gave the other a smile and shuffled her foot on the ground. “But, thanks for the concern.” She held out a hand. “I’m Tia by the way.”
He smiled and shook her hand enthusiastically. “Tia, huh? Well, Tia, you’re welcome and I’m Damien. It’s nice to meet you.” He grinned happily at her, carefully reaching out and pulling a piece of grass from her hair. “Looks like you missed one,” he chuckled.
“Damien…” The name sounded rather familiar. “Well, Damien it’s an honor to meetcha on this beautiful day.” She raked her small fingers through her tangled hair in case there were anymore blades of grass stuck between the strands. “Oh, dear. I hope I don’t have anything else in there. I’m just about ready to give up on taming this mess on my head.”
