mischievious

Mischievious: It's an adjective. One of those that never really was said about her. Well, she was mischievous, when you know how to address her. When you went past her defense mechanism and she put down the gun.

Mischievious: Often goes hand in hand with laughter and a generally good mood. She could be the happiest person you'd ever see, but her smile and her peace always came after a big battle. The kind you don't want to fight.

Mischievous: The ultimate barrier broken. Her barriers. The most you'd get from her would be contempt and maybe a chuckle. She would worry about you, she would take care of you, she would give everything she has and is for you but you wouldn't get to know her. Her barriers are always up, always high, always so damn hard to break and working against her. She would lower them because for her, she's protecting /you/. You won't see her laugh or feel relaxed and open until she feels mischievous.

Mischievous: It is Freedom. A state of mind where one is true to oneself. There is nothing to hide when you want to prank a loved one. Nothing motivates you more than just get a good laugh out of it. She would laugh, she would smile, she would open up to you and allow you inside. She would accept your love and take it in, the fact you care so much would disarm her but she would appreciate it. You would know the glory of her joy and the darkness of her sadness. You would see her broken heart and yet, the tiny bits of Hope holding the place together. You will see her in all her glory, her soul naked for the eye to see.

And she would glow and glow and glow so brightly

Hope might burn your eyes.

Mischievious: It's what you're wishing for. her to feel,