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lenore delamer { thirteen } finished May 27, 2016 19:21:47 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on May 27, 2016 19:21:47 GMT -5

:0 zoë writing a bio??? zoë writing?? what in gods name???

it's ya girl lenore
twenty-something
amnesia (legit doesn't remember how old she is)
born in d13
smol with anger problems
on the run from crazy d13 bounty hunters after spillin the tea :0
drawn to d4 because ~tHE oCeAN~
hates everyone except stevie

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“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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lenore delamer { thirteen } finished May 27, 2016 19:28:48 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on May 27, 2016 19:28:48 GMT -5

L E N O R E

This bunk smells awfully like fumes.

Maybe there's a leak in the pipes. That's okay I guess. I kind of just want to-

- my head hurts.

My back hurts.

It's warm in here. And bright. My eyes are closed but I can still feel the light on my face. Maybe Jasper opened up my window shutter for a few hours.

Something smells like grass. Or at least what I think grass smells like. I can't remember-

- I grabbed the controls, didn't I?

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lenore delamer { thirteen } finished May 30, 2016 0:45:42 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on May 30, 2016 0:45:42 GMT -5

L E N O R E

I think I broke in that crash. Right after I regained consciousness and woke up some place unfamiliar, wiped the blood off my face, choked on gasoline and smoke and fled into the unknown. I think I snapped.

Or rather, shattered.

I left a piece of me behind in that airship wreckage, and in District Thirteen. Little fragments of who I was. Kidnapped. Alone. (I'm still alone). Afraid. (I'm still afraid.) A girl lost in a sea of grey. A girl lost by the ocean. In chains, in handcuffs, being screamed at by that woman, a soldier with the face of a child sniffling right beside her. In her hands I cracked, and in her hands I let myself go, and in her hands I punched her in the face and swerved the ship sideways and watched as we plummeted to death. (I think I smiled.)

I haven't spoken aloud in days. And my mind flits around, light bouncing off of mirror shards. Memories, faint and forward, tangible in my mind but not on my tongue. I can't speak about her, because she is from home, and if I talk about home I might end up crying and I don't think I can drown in my pain any longer, gasping for air I so desperately craved deep underneath the earth where I was born.

Home is...

Home is...

Jasper was home, in a way. But she's gone. Because I ran away from home (again) and I can't go back there because they'll put a bullet in my brain before I can say my own name. I can't go back to Jasper because she'll probably put a bullet in my brain before I can call out hers.

So I dance, underneath the sunlight and the trees. It kisses my arms and face and fingertips but my skin doesn't quite know how to get accustomed to love (it burnt, on the first day, red like fire and welts and it stung so badly I cowered from the light for two days) or the outside world.

I will make a new home, and leave a piece of me here in all of this green.

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lenore delamer { thirteen } finished May 30, 2016 1:12:05 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on May 30, 2016 1:12:05 GMT -5

L E N O R E

There was a hole in the fence between me and all of this blue. Just my luck. I thought I was wading into a trap as I followed the trickling creek to a river, to boulders, to the ocean pooling around my waist. A breath, ice on my skin, my back screamed in agony where the ship took me down with it (my wings, I called the puncture wounds behind me) and salt doesn't taste the way it does back ho-

- in District Thirteen.

It doesn't take a lot to squeeze through a hole in a fence under water but swimming all the way down and all the way up again nearly kills you. I've been a prisoner all my life but nothing feels the way gallons and gallons of water does as it presses you down and down and down into darkness. I think I might have liked it down there, were it not for the static in my chest and the desperate need to feel oxygen in my lungs again. Maybe it's because I'm always panicking. Always walking around with fear stitched into my skin, like at any moment something will happen and I'll get smacked in the eye and we'll start falling down down down-

I leave a piece of me in that ocean.

I see the shore and smile.

I met her on the beach. She was skipping along without a care in the world, and here I was, a mystery emerging from the depths of the sea with nothing but the clothes on my back. Perhaps she thought I was a gift from the ocean, or a tangible piece of her imagination, but she seemed to like me enough to spend the whole day with me there as I dried up in the sun and let every trace of who I used to be evaporate into the sky. Stevie, her name was, and I loved her.

When she told me she had to go home I begged her no. "Come play with me tomorrow!" I cried as she skipped into the sunset, and she laughed and promised her return.

She took me home the next day and hid me in the lighthouse basement. Brought me snacks - something called a "Cookie Cat" - a flower crown, a jumper three sizes too big for me and told me to whisper at all times. I hated the way the heavy footsteps above me made me jump, the bumps and thumps in the night keeping me awake. Only in the dead of the night when everything lay silent could I close my eyes and feel the faint rhythm of the light shining through the murky basement window-

and I dream of fumes, of grass, of shackles and home.

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	“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	lenore delamer { thirteen } finished May 30, 2016 1:30:05 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on May 30, 2016 1:30:05 GMT -5 this is so beautiful and aesthetic and pleasing you're so lovely babe [googlefont="Euphoria Script:400"]Accepted!
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