GALE MALADROIT
GEPOV by request
Tanith was strolling the allies of London, no sword, in 1941. She wore a dainty black dress that covered the essentials with matching pumps, she was waiting for her date. A tall man that was both lanky and built leaned against a brick wall, flicking around a dagger.
"Where are you going, miss?" He asked in a weak Welsh accent.
"No where." Tanith replied in a strong English accent.
"Alright." He held out his hand, "May I?" Tanith cautiously placed her hand on his and he kissed her knuckles tenderly. She grasped his wrist and whipped him over her shoulder.
"Maladroit, your hand is a dead giveaway." He glanced at his scorched palm, "What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"Covering some tracks, you?" Maladroit asked as he stepped up.
"Getting ready for a rendezvous…" Tanith gasped to say something else but she faltered.
"What were you going to say?" He asked, with a mischievous smile
"Nothing, I have to go." She flinched as he shot a violet lightning strike inches from her body, "Don't push it, Gale."
"One last thing, Tanith Low." Gale said as he grabbed her wrist, "Where is Tenterhooks?"
"Who?" She boggled. Tanith shook her head, "Never mind, I have to go."
"Not yet. One more time, where is Tenterhooks, Rife Tenterhooks."
"I don't know who he is! I have to go." He yanked her arm and pulled her closer, "Let. Me. Go." Tanith demanded, but Gale only pulled her closer, "Damn it, Maladroit. Now." She thundered. Gale's hand splayed and small strikes crackled in his scarred hand.
"I don't thinks that's a good idea." He suggested. The crackles quieted and his hand pushed the back of her head towards his. Their lips crushed together harshly, Tanith didn't pull away for a few moments. Gale was the one who broke away, "Well, I thought that you were goin' to pull away there." Tanith weakly smiled and pecked him quickly as she stumbled away. Maladroit's hand was engulfed in lightening and got himself.
To (I forgot her name). she came up with the idea of Gale who can shoot lightning strikes, and gets himself sometimes. No last name so I picked Maladroit, meaning clumsy. This is the intro, kinda, for my new story-case. I'm strangely focusing on Tanith's and Rife's connection to this man, in an intimate way. Ooh! That's all I can give you now, folks! But I have a page full of Gale's character like any other original characters that I've (needed help to be) created.