<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qWqNTXg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada |  April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Olivia Moretz<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Nursing a hangover<br/><hr/>"Yup." Dara couldn't help but agree with the woman's assessment - this was definitely an<i>ouchie</i>. She just wished it were the worst of her teenaged years 'boo boos' and mistakes. She had plenty of them, and these two oblong stars were just a small representation of the overall mess of a feature that was 'Dara: Confessions of an Angry, Psychopathic, Derpy Teenger.' It'd probably be a three act play consisting of plenty angsty monologues complaining about her menstrual cycle and her cliche desire to murder most of the people around her.<br/><br/>As for any disapproving glances she may or may not have caught from Olivia? Well, it was probably more than apparent by her appearance alone, but she had this little tick where she just… didn’t give a<i>fuck</i>about<i>what</i>most people thought of her in the long run. In her head the only relationship she’d have with most people were temporary ones, and then past that what the hell did she care? So long as they didn’t connect her to what happened back in Illinois then it was no skin off her ass.<br/><br/>Dara twitched minutely as the woman caught up one of her hands, and then visibly shivered when those slender fingers of hers traced the crude lines that marred her sensitive flesh. Her inner wrists were a sensitive area, it wasn’t something she quite understood but it was one of those places she<i>despised</i>having other people touch – if not for any other reason than the reaction it could illicit. At this point Dara had fully anticipated the contact and even then she had to resist the urge to flinch herself from the other woman’s grasp.  The blonde twitched again as her mistake was explored in full and she caught the right corner of her bottom lip between her teeth, ignoring the tension that started to roll up the length of her spine. "Really?” She blinked and all that unease melted away just like that.<br/><br/>"I mean, I’m not one of those idiots that expect magic or anything, but you really think you can make them look<i>identical?</i>” No, this wasn’t skepticism, this was Dara actually being more so… incredulously impressed. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, in all honesty. "I was kind of expecting someone to tell me I’d have to get something smacked over them.” She laughed awkwardly, reaching back with her freehand to ruffle her own fingers back through her already messy mop of hair. "I can understand if you can’t make them the exact same colors they are now but I would prefer them to at least be close to their original colors, if that’s possible?” Why did she sound so strangely courteous? It didn’t fit her overall appearance at all. Then again, who wouldn’t be happy to hear something could be fixed like this? "The right one is green to represent my sister, it’s the color of her eyes. The left one is blue, because well, you know—“ She snorted, rolling her eyes as she motioned up to them.<br/><br/>"I know, it’s sappy, but I like stars. I love mythology and I love the mythology of the stars and planets. At the time I kind of felt like we were both forced away from each other constantly, so I started to associate us with the Morning and the Evening Star. Not to mention Pollux and Castor.” She chuckled sheepishly and took a step back from the counter. "As for who we are now? Well, we’re still kind of trying to figure that one out.” She rolled her eyes at herself again. "Dara Kurova, and you are?”