Heavy glow and wonderful hello's -Travis/Tara-

[Tara Rayne Artruvan]

It was about 8 o'clock that morning that Tara had woken up. Normally, she didn't roll out of bed until around 9 or 9:30, but today was just different. She felt great, for once, first thing, before she had even gotten in the shower. That was what she did, before anything else, other than grabbing her phone and turning on music as she got in. Her Tara's shower wasn't long, just long enough to get what she needed done, Once she was done, she climbed out and wrapped herself in her her rainbow butterfly towel and proceeded out to her closet to pick out something wild, just like her. It didn't take long for her to grab her rainbow shredded shorts with studs on them. There was a great occasion that she would wear these, but it seemed like a good day to. She then proceeded to grab a red tank top, her blue jean jacket, mesh bone themed thigh-highs, and rose heels. What a combination; lots of color and orange hair.

Once fully dressed, she sat on the edge of her bed. It was only eight thirty and she didn't have to be at the shop until eleven. There was still plenty of time to do things, and she knew what she wanted to. After getting dressed, she went back to the bathroom and curled her hair. They were long, loose curls that looked natural, it was just not a day for straight hair. Then she went into accesorizing her outfit, adding some bracelets, a ring, some earrings, a bow, and sunglasses that now rested on the top of her head. Tara checked the time, it was only 8:49; why was time going by so slow that morning? Oh well, there was still more that she could do. Searching around her bedroom, she found her backpack which contained to major things; her sketch book and her paint set that included a paint brush. It was the perfect thing to do, just to make time go by faster.

Tara sat at her desk, turned on her lamp, and sat only for about a minute or two befor she had the perfect vision of what she wanted to paint. Brett had said she needed to show him some work done in color, and that was exactly what she was going to show him, eventually. Of course before she started painting anything, she began to sketch out the design, which took quite the while. It was about 9:15 when she finished, so she hurridly got out her water colors and went to work. Thankfully those paints wouldn't take too long to dry because this work was going to be something spectacular once Tara finished. Her fingertips began to give at hints of rainbow from smuding the colors together, and mixing them also. It would've been weird if she hadn't of ended up with some paints on her hands; she worked exretmely hard when it came to painting. Putting on the finishing touches of it, Tara got her phone out of her pocket to check the time; it was 10:23. Almost perfect timing.

It only took her a few minutes to put things up and clean up her desk. She smiled down at the painting, happy with at how it turned out; it was gorgeous to her and resembled her outfit for the day. Checking everything as she closed up her bookbag, she headed out the door towards the shop. In a sense, the shop was starting to become like a second home to her there, because she felt comfortable and loved what she did there, even though it wasn't much, yet. Tara didn't bother to drive there today, she felt like walking, which was perfectly fine because the weather was nice enough and she had plenty of time. Her trip was gorgeous, not a problem along the way. Once she reached the shop doors, she had a bright smile plastered across her face. Walking in, she called out loudly, "Konichiwa," in a bouncey tone. It was a general hello since she didn't know who was all there.

tag: Travis
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notes: i could've written that better. painting is here

[Travis Bondurant]

OUTFIT

There was something about this morning that was more than perfect - Everything felt ten times better than the average day. The sun was brighter, food tasted better and even his roommate Adrian and his constant pining over Bambi was less annoying. Bambi was a sweet girl and although she possessed a very interesting choice in dresses and her life choices ended up with her alone in the dark picking up trash from the gardens, she was still one of the most unladylike girls he’d encountered. Adrian had taken quite a liking to her and from the minute Travis knew about it, he’d been thinking of ways to help their friendship blossom. It was a shame that his roommate didn’t quite have the gentleman’s etiquette but he didn’t seem to be a bad guy.

Unlike his roommate, Travis had a routine, one which he’d drummed into himself long ago. Living on a ranch had been helpful in establishing a routine but it did cause a few problems now he’d adjusted it for life in the dorm. He was an early riser – out of bed by five o’clock in the morning, showered by half past, sat down for breakfast at six and usually set about cleaning until seven and this wasn’t just on the weekdays the same went for weekends. The issue was that he had the entirety of the day to fill and even with classes it was a challenge to keep him occupied. That’s where visiting the shop came in handy!

Truth be known, he was making every excuse under the sun to visit Brett’s tattoo shop these past days or maybe it was weeks - Travis had long stopped counting. Brett wasn’t taking care of himself and barely ever remembered to eat breakfast in the morning so naturally he’d taken it upon himself to bring it to him. Who would deny themselves a good hearty breakfast before a hard day’s work? As it turned out the majority of the staff did.

Today the youngest Bondurant boy had a specific plan in mind; it involved a little forward planning and a small detour but it was worth it just to see the smiles it’d bring. After already having called in an order to one of the best coffee places in town for his regular order of a mixture of espressos, lattes, mochas, cappuccinos and flat whites Travis stuffed his heavy books into his satchel, throwing it carelessly to rest across his chest causing his checked shirt to crease beneath the weight. The strap caught slightly against the buttons which he’d refused to button the entire way up due to his classic Beatles shirt underneath. Although his outfit was still a little on the casual side, he’d tried his best to tone down his inherently country style after his little chat with his brother - Apparently wearing cowboy boots and big belt buckles were asking for him to be picked on or snubbed and although under normal circumstances this would have made very little impact on his life choice a comment on how a certain little lady wouldn’t dig it as much as say something more trendy, he’d been forced to make an effort.

After a trip to the bakery to pick up breakfast swinging by the coffee shop, he finally headed down to the parlour. It wasn’t too bad in timing either – After having to wait in line and then for the drinks to be made fresh in front of him he was just in time to catch up with Brett as he opened the shop in readiness to prepare for the working day. As always the oldest brother looked like he’d been roughing it for about three nights in a row, his eyes were red with sleep and his face resembled that of someone who’d just been woken up after a night of partying by pots and pans clanging together. Travis quickly plied him with the double shot of espresso and a smile. They had time to do their morning catch up before others started to arrive.

A voice kick started Travis into action. The sweetest chirp of the tiny orange haired beauty had him on his feet almost instantly. Just the sound of her voice was enough to cause his cheeks to blaze redder than a pot over an open fire and his heart beating ten to the dozen. Tara. He was lost for words every time she appeared. It was like he’d fallen back into infancy, struggling to form a word let alone a sentence. Instead he was left to flail well… until Brett landed a helpful slap across his back that reminded him how to function. The blonde boy quickly snatched up the box of assorted pastries and a particular polystyrene cup and headed over offering up both with a bashful smile.

“Tara. Hi! I uh… I gotcha a coffee… it’s yuh favourite. Breakfas’?”

Okay. So maybe Travis wasn’t good at this whole crushing on a girl thing.

[Tara Rayne Artruvan]

The click of her heel was that could be heard as she walked in, until the cheerful sound of an almost too familiar southern accented voice made her immediately smile. There was just something about Travis that made her heart want to sing to the entire world.He had to of been the sweetest boy she had ever happened to meet and she absolutely adored that about him. She began to take her backpack as hr began to speak to her. A smile now grew across her face that was pure; one like generally only her sister coyld get to be that bright. Sure she smiled for other people, but not like this. It had been a long time sincw anyone could even take a crack at this smile, but Travis just pushed the right buttons.

"Good morning Travis," she paused to look over him and she blushed lightly; true gentlemen like him were just perfect in her eyes. "A carmel frappé and pastries? You're so sweet!" Taking the coffee cup out of his hanf, she hugged him with her free hand. "Bless your precious little heart. It wasn't to much money was it?" Tara looked carefully over the pastries and picked out a smaller sized one; it wouldn't of been right unless Travis got it. Besides, she hadn't eaten in front of him before, so she was going to be a bit shy about it, which was highly hnlikely of her. "Thank you so much. T was a very nice surprise this morning. Oh, speaking of surprises! I surprised myself this morning eith a nee painting, would you care to take a look?" She bouced lightly o her tip-toes as she became more and more excited to shoe off her work and keep him iterested in their conversation. Walking towards her designated work area, she sipped lghtly on her coffee, leavig small lip impressions from her lipstick. Taking her draeing pad out of her bag, she opened to the design and began to munch on the pastry. "What do you think?"

[santa claus]

It was three weeks before Christmas
and at the North Pole
no one was stirring
Not one single soul
Mrs. Claus was in bed
sick with the flu
The elves had gone on strike
and were threatening to sue
The reindeer were ill from
food gone bad and frankly
Santa was starting to get mad

Three weeks before Christmas
no toys had been made
with the missus sick
Santa hadn't been laid
No stockings were hung
no carols sung out
He hadn't even had time
to finish planning his route
Surely Christmas would be
a disaster this year
Santa couldn't muster even
an inkling of cheer

And then he considered something
he'd never thought before
Why not call the whole thing?
It was becoming such a chore
He had no gifts to offer
to fill the children with glee
All he had was the candy canes
hanging on the tree
It wasn't an entertainment console
or a doll that pooped and cried
No matter how things played out
At least he'd know he tried

So Santa gathered each and every one
and put them in his sack
Picking up a crystal globe he gave
it a gentle tap
With a still unfinished route
he hadn't known where he'd land
Where he ended up was definitely
not where he had planned
Feeling a bit uneasy now Santa
was still dedicated to his task
Reading the name on his list
the whereabouts he'd been about to ask

However, there were only two gathered there
Which seemed like an answer to an unspoken prayer
With his attention on the male
he strode across the room
With candy cane well in hand
his voice did boom
"Happy Holidays my good lad"
Santa did say,
Offering his simple gift
before quickly shuffling away

We need to party this year! Miss you Bestie! From Trevor