Meggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...
The next morning, a tense cloud seemed to have rolled in over Charming. Tig opened his eyes with the first rays of light, slightly startled by the nightmare he'd been having. For a brief second, he thought that the dream had been right, and that he was alone until he looked down to see a mop of black curly hair tucked against his shoulder and he smiled in relief.
"Hey." He whispered, stroking Pixie's bare shoulder.
"Hey." Pixie murmured back sleepily as she woke up, smiling up at him as he put his hand on the side of her face and neck to tip her head back so he could kiss her firmly, reaching with his other arm to weave his fingers through her hair.
"Whatever happens today, I'm never leaving you, and I'll always love you." Tig whispered, putting his forehead against Pixie's.
"I know, and I'm not going anywhere either, I love you forever and always." Pixie kissed him back, stroking his cheek. With the new day, came new hope for Pixie. She was determined to keep Opie safe and prove he was innocent, and she hoped that she could do it before Clay decided to take action. The conversation that she'd overheard still weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn't believe Clay would even want to harm Opie, but she hoped that Tig might be able to talk some sense into him, or at least get him to hold fire. She didn't want it to come to where she had to take drastic measures, but she knew if it came to that, she'd do whatever it took to keep Opie alive.
She got ready for the day with Tig, neither of them not wanting to be apart for long. Last night had wreaked havoc on both of their emotions and whilst they'd released everything last night, it still left them feeling raw. Pixie pulled on a black 'Jack Daniels' tank top, red studded shorts, and black and red hi-top trainers. She added a knuckle duster necklace and a red and black bracelet to her usual two that she wore every day, consisting of Tig's cuff and the silver skull friendship bracelet she'd put on with Juice.
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It had been hilarious explaining to him why he woke up with a migraine, covered in cookie crumbs and in a blanket cocoon. Turns out sober Juice had also wanted a friendship bracelet, and he never took off the gold one on his wrist which blended in with his rings.
"You need a hair tie?" Tig asked as he came out of the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt.
"Please, the red scrunchie on the dresser will do." Pixie said as she wrangled her hair up into a ponytail with the hairbrush. "Thanks, handsome." Pixie smiled as he passed it to her, watching Pixie put it on.
"I will never understand how you do that." Tig chuckled.
"My hair and I have formed an uneasy alliance, as long as I look after it and let it go wild some days, it lets me tame it... for the most part." Pixie joked as she straightened out her top. Tig took in the outfit with hungry eyes.
"Badass and beautiful." Tig kissed her cheek before he put on his cuffs and followed her downstairs where Pixie made scrambled eggs. Tig made coffee for himself and a cup of tea for Pixie, he had made sure she stayed clear of too much caffeine after learning the hard way that coffee and Pixie don't mix. Tig sat down at the table, but Pixie didn't bring her plate over, instead taking a mouthful and pacing the kitchen, tidying up and stretching before going back and taking another bite and repeating the process. Tig had got used to this, Pixie was always a little more hyperactive in the mornings, and this was an especially prominent habit on days when she was anxious. When she'd had her plateful, Tig patted his lap.
