nefariouslove
The catcher. That's what he was. He'd could catch anything from a mile away. A bird, a dog, a ball. It didn't matter. He'd catch them all. He faced the world like he had something to prove and he'd catch everything it threw at him and throw it right back.
Her temper could match that of a raging fire. When she got started, she roared as fierce as a dragon and consumed everything in her rage. Her temper was fickle, always flicking one way or another and always changing.