<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/TerranMarksTattooscopy_zps4ac9f738.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terran Marks<br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Witch, Earth Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown cargo pants (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/Men-s-Fashion-Casual-Pants-AMMP70004-_zps5b69c503.jpg), black v neck crew top (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/mans-t-shirts-2_zpsb0b3dcd0.jpg), and  black and white addidas tennis shoes. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/AdidasBarricadeVMensTennisShoes1_zpsabb23352.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bakery<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Open<br/>Mentioned: Theo (Refered by last name)<br/><br/>Terran's head tilted ever so slightly at Christa's tone with him and then her request for him to grab his coffee, stating they would walk and talk. He already had his coffee in hand. So, he simply stood up and walked toward her and out of the Bakery, relieved to get out of the place, really. He took his time though, as he walked. He wasn't really eager to hear, what ever she had to say to him. Obvious, he had done or said something to upset her.<br/><br/>Of course he had. He had been rude, in her eyes, to Mr. Munn. His brow quirked at her words. Was that a threat that he detected? However, that portion of what she said was forgotten about as she said she had already had a bad run in today with over active male hormones. He stepped in front of her and looked down at her as he stopped walking.<br/><br/><strong>"Wait, what do you mean you had a run in with overactive hormones?" </strong><br/><br/>His reaction was purely protectiveness. He knew they already had some unsavory characters running around town and unfortunate for Christa, he'd already learned of who bought his family estate. He just didn't put two and two together that he was her brother. He simply assumed that it was some distant relation. Terran sighed softly and raked his hand through his hair as she went on about the Antiquities dealer. He reached out and caught her by her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips to her's. It was a brief, but steamy kiss. It was just enough to shut her up for a moment. Then, he nodded his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright. I will apologize, if it will put a smile back on your face."</strong><br/><br/>So, Terran had an issue with jealousy and being severely protective of the ones he loved. But, he wasn't a bad guy. He didn't tell Christa what to do, unless he felt that she was truly out of line in something. His hand slid from her chin until he found her free hand. He entwined his fingers with her's as he held her hand, walking toward, Stonehenge Antiquities. If she wanted him to make friends with the man, he would. He just hoped that he realized that he was not willing to share his girlfriend.<br/><br/>He wasn't quite sure that he could tolerate someone who was constantly trying to get between him and Christa. She would be no different. Many highschool sweet hearts had disappeared because of her jealousy. If he'd known then, what he knows now... He smirked. Ah, there was no need to live in the past. As they reached the Antiquities store. Terran reached out and opened the door for Christa.<br/><br/><strong> "After you, love."</strong>