Oz grinned handing the seventeen year old Tara the bouquet of lilies - remembering she had once admitted to them being her favorite.
She had come to be in their group of misfits that was Pandora just days before his exit out of the Abyss and he had instantly taken a shine to the woman.
Tara's lavender eyes scanned over the card's scrawl and than up at Oz's giant grin - he was obviously proud.
'Should I tell him I can't read his hand writing on this note?'
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100 Theme Challenge
FanfictionA Challenge with 100 themes. The goal is to make it a drabble (something that is no more than 100 words) but I usually end up making ficlets instead...
