Leon Fray [D1/FIN]

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Leon Fray [D1/FIN] Aug 28, 2014 23:43:18 GMT -5

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leon fray

“Leon, what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, I guess.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because blue is the sky on a calm day when there isn’t a cloud to be seen or the rain that falls and forms puddles on the sidewalks. Blue is peace when the waters seem rough; it’s tranquility in times of strife.”

Blue was the color of my favorite pillow, with its cotton pillowcase and worn-in texture, a consistent comfort each and every night as I laid back to stare at the ceiling, silence enveloping myself and my sister, giving us no room to speak or even turn to look at each other, yet there wasn’t a need for words and so we left them to hang there, catching in the air and lingering as we drifted off to sleep.

Blue was the color of bright eyes that caught on a wallet left behind, footsteps paused in the middle of the sidewalk as I turned to grab Noel’s arm, motioning in its direction without pausing a moment to give her a moment of deliberation before retrieving it and sticking it in my back pocket. I hadn’t touched it again until we had made it home, and then I couldn’t have reached it fast enough, small hands unfolding it to reveal a few dollars and an old receipt, the first of these being a treasure I was thrilled to have in my possession. I had waved them in front of my sister, promising one to her if she didn’t tell our mother or father. Of course, she was happy to oblige, and from there we sat and counted our treasures, pondering over what a king and queen could do with all of their possessions.

It quickly became a habit she regretted and I commended.

For now we were picking up anything that caught our eye, whether it was in plain sight or hidden from the general view. She was the brains of the operation, the master of distraction and diversions, catching anyone’s attention at the time when I needed it most, and it was due to her that we made away with ninety percent of the spoils we did.

I was the muscle, the boy with a sure step and proud shoulders, marching bravely and leading our army of two to the next battle we could face, new territory for our regime on the line. Most of the time we came away with victories, adding an extra candy bar or some poor sap’s keys to our collection of knick-knacks. It was simply a game made with the intention of passing time, for we were just kids, what harm could be done?

Habit turned to necessity at the loss of our parents.

Days spent in joy now lacked just that, each day another battle, only these were worth more than just another trophy to add to the collection. These were for food, for a dollar, for a place to stay the night. And sometimes we wouldn’t find any of the three, left to wander about, a king and queen walking about the ruins of their discarded kingdom. We’d stumble in whatever direction seemed best, her blonde hair knotted from the roots to the ends, and my own in a haggard state desperately in need of a trim. Her nimble hands wrapped about her own frame in an attempt to keep warm, my jacket draped over my shoulders at the cost of bare arms being subject to the bite of the cool wind that whipped across our pale skin in the chilly night air.

We had stumbled on and on, crossing the road in between the street lights and praying that no one saw us, for we had nothing to show for ourselves but shame.

And show it we did, for the little bit of common sense that I believed to still linger in my mind seemed to evaporate at the sight of the Fray household. Staying silent I had laid my hand upon Noel’s shoulder, motioning in its direction and heading off in it without leaving her a moment to contemplate the stupidity of it (she would follow me anyway; she always did).

I led her like a sheep to the slaughter, and she never once hesitated.

Her footsteps didn’t fall from rhythm when we stepped across the doorstep due to her mastery of picking the pieces that held us. Neither did they falter when my step was louder than intended as we were on our way out (many petty possessions in our pockets and hands, things that one wouldn’t miss unless they somehow held significant importance), causing a cascade of others to wake from slumber, and innumerable were they, one after another coming in endless procession, and though our simple combat skills kept them at bay for a moment or two, we eventually fell out of step, and down to the ground we both went, myself first and Noel soon to follow.

“You should start explaining yourselves soon, or consequences are soon to follow.”

Her voice was strong and demanding, striking myself silent as I turned to Noel for guidance, as she was always capable of swindling our way out of any situation. But seconds passed and she said nothing, watching me with steady eyes as I shakily turned my attention back to the woman hovering above me. For once I felt small, like a king exiled from the land he once ruled, and I hung my head as I began to murmur out the outline of our story:

“We don’t have a home as of late and we were—well not to say we were inviting ourselves in, but we were looking for a buck or two. We weren’t taking anything you’d miss, so if you’d just let us be on our way we’d be most—”

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Leon, ma’am.”

“And the girl, what about her?”

“Noel.”

Her gaze still lingered, yet it seemed a touch softer, as if more in motherly deliberation rather than high alert. We were simply a couple of kids, that’s all, a king and a queen ripped from their thrones and left among its inhabitants, only this time, we were nothing of importance.

“You’re of couple of fools, you know that, don’t you, Leon?”

She knew us better than we did, and she had only known us for a moment at most.

“Yes ma’am, indeed we are.”

Silence hung over us again, and suddenly the feeling quite like that of being vulnerable arose to set a flush upon my cheeks upon the realization of both of our states of presentation. Ripped and dirty clothes, eyes that revealed the amount of sleep (or lack thereof) that we had received in the last few days, limbs that gave out much quicker than they should—all things that pointed to a singular idea which she did not hesitate to point out.

“You haven’t got a home, do you?”

It was like salt in a fresh wound, and she had not hesitated to rip it open. It was as if the time we had spent wandering around trying to mend ourselves had been futile, for it only it only took seven parts to rip apart the carefully stitched seams.

I dropped my gaze to the floor in order to hide the tears that threatened to spill, and up until this point a sense of accomplishment had held true due to my confident speech, but now, upon the realization that we had always been alone and damned to some sort of solitude, I could only shake my head, all the while watching the ground beneath me.

“Would you like one? Not that you’ve got much of a choice, otherwise we’ll just let you be hauled in and tried for theft, but of course, it’s up to you.”

This would never be a home.

Home was a place where memories flowed like a crystal river, those that brought a warmth to your heart and those that did not, but this place, it was empty. It anchored many to its floor and confined them with its four walls, but it was not a home. It was simply a structure meant to mimic one.

But it was more than we currently had, so I nodded in affirmation.

She hadn’t hesitated to show us to an empty room, with blinds that blocked out any and all light and sheets that were just a bit too crisp, laying chilled against our pale skin as we laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, Leon, what’s your favorite color?”

The voice of my sister rang out as clear as it did years ago, when we reigned strong over a kingdom that seemed infallible but had really been made of twigs and sticks, knocked over by a gentle breeze.

“Blue, I suppose.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because blue is the color of tears of uncertainty that fall now, Noel, because I do not know where we are or where we are going.”

{other}

Leon Fray

Age: 18

District 1

Gender: Male

Face Claim: Bo Develius

Codeword: oDair

table by anzie

Last Edit: Sept 1, 2014 0:11:03 GMT -5 by Deleted

Deleted 0 POSTS last seen Apr 24, 2024 20:43:31 GMT -5	Leon Fray [D1/FIN] Aug 29, 2014 22:52:22 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 22:52:22 GMT -5 ~~Do you even fray bruh?~~ Finished!

✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Graphics 5,831 POSTS Pronouns: they/them last seen Apr 17, 2024 14:37:45 GMT -5 “And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.” - steinbeck	Leon Fray [D1/FIN] Aug 29, 2014 23:22:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Aug 29, 2014 23:22:35 GMT -5 This is honestly so lovely Mylee! You're writing just gets better and better every single time I read it. I really love the allusions you made with the colour blue, it's so gorgeous! Keep it up!
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