Anywhere But Here || Ron & Ellana || +purebloodron

vodkawithlime:

        The young witch wore her usual attire, a white shirt that hung loose over her curvaceous form, and hung just below her hips; a tight black skirt that stopped about three inches above her knees;  and a black leather jacket that she used to hide the scars that littered her sun kissed frame. The crescent moon brand mark that lay upon her right forearm. Those fifteen lashes that lay upon her back, and threatened to peak out from the white fabric. That told the story of her dark, and misguided past. That made people think she was weak, or some other form of a freak. As someone that needed to be watched over. 

         Those hazel eye’s met with his, and she offered up a small, weak smile. She knew she could use the company. That she needed someone else to talk to for once. Someone that wasn’t going to try and kill her. Well, at least she hoped. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure, love. Hop in.”

        The young brunette leaned over, before pushing open the old, creaking car door and sat back, awaiting the stranger to hop inside. “You’re kind of far from…Well, everything love. Going anywhere in particular?” She asked, before pausing for a moment to run a hand throughout her dark, chocolate brown locks. “I’m Ellana by the way…Ells for short.” 

            He wasn’t too hesitant with getting in the vehicle; if something happened, he had his wand and the ability to apparate to safety. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and then turned to face her, quietly taking in her features before responding to her question. “I ‘dunno, really. Just been walking. Clearin’ my head, or somethin’ of the sorts.” He then shrugged and leaned back into the seat, swallowing the bitter feelings being brought up from his recent past. 

                                               "Call me Ron.“