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listen, as they glisten // mrmista [blitz] Feb 4, 2017 21:08:31 GMT -5

Post by Gryphon on Feb 4, 2017 21:08:31 GMT -5

The sky before us, behind these windows, outside this train, is all a stage.

Atlas Lumiere,

his voice, his grin, his light hair against his light skin now

burns

with the pool steaming about inside a volcanic soul.

A career, a family name quickly joining the ranks of the Frays, Hammerfells, and Rhodes. He carries his world on his shoulders and he isn't fond of revealing the secrets inside it to foreigners.

An interesting man,

isn't he?

As the sun slowly rises into the center of the stage for its tortured audience to see in all its glory, I pay it no mind. Away from the Lumiere, I'm moving throughout in sync with the train, the sun, and nature's creations but

backwards

to tend to my needs.

A cloth of red greets me with plates, cups, sweets and meats. Moons stare upon the set-up in thought over which to have take off into a dreamer's sky, inside a dreamer's mind,

when more rays belonging to another sun catch my eye.

I blink curiously at the girl, also light-haired and light-skinned but with colors

dancing

through her entire sky. She wishes to present herself well to all who sees, it seems; her moons are framed for wondering, starless patches glow for easy attention-grabbing, a cloud smile like sunsets.

Molly Malachite,

the wind whispers to me.

I look away from her but speak with a smile.

"Have you ever survived a storm within your own universe, Molly Malachite, or do you carry the strange force that is luck? Is it instead just a calm and peaceful place for you to escape to whenever necessary?

Are you lucky?"

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listen, as they glisten // mrmista [blitz] Feb 11, 2017 2:07:45 GMT -5

Post by MrMista on Feb 11, 2017 2:07:45 GMT -5

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

(So... many... shinies!!!)

Molly couldn't believe her eyes. No matter where she turned her attention, her field of view was filled to the brim with sparkling decor, courtesy of the Capitol. Compared to the intricate drapes, each made up of finely interwoven golden strings connecting series of multicolored beads, the curtains through which the sun lit up her room back home were no better than pieces of fabric better suited for rags. Even the food enticed her, though its decadent flavoring wasn't the primary reason. (Their dessert is... shiny!!)

Molly had never seen anything like it. The Capitol, it seemed, shared the young Career girl's fascination with the curious manner in which light could hit one's eyes to create a radiant glimmering effect. She couldn't wait to meet all of those wonderful people. They'd definitely get along splendidly.

Speaking of which, where were the people from her district? There were supposed to be two guys, cute ones it appeared, and another girl. But Molly hadn't yet seen a single one of them. Perhaps they thought it'd be best to leave her to her own devices, or maybe they were caught in just how fabulous this whole trip was. Ooh, maybe they could bond over the Capitol's stunning sense of taste.

A rustle behind her. Well look at that, someone had come to say hi after all. Molly peeled her eyes away from the golden flakes resting atop her uneaten brownie and glanced behind her. It was the other girl from her district, the Fray. She sure looked like she was thinking hard about something. (Maybe she's considering how little we'd been exposed to until now. Surely she's never seen shinies like these before, right?)

When the girl's lips moved, however, the sentences they formed were unlike those Molly had ever heard. They were deep, dark, cryptic. Without even looking at Molly, the Fray girl asked, "Have you ever survived a storm within your own universe, Molly Malachite, or do you carry the strange force that is luck? Is it instead just a calm and peaceful place for you to escape to whenever necessary?" (What does that even mean?)

Had she ever survived a storm? Did the girl mean to inquire about whether or not Molly had ever fallen on hard times? The answer to that was, fortunately, no. She had everything she'd ever desired, though she was a girl with simple tastes, a thirst for light and an aversion to darkness. "You never come face-to-face with a storm if you surround yourself with light," Molly replied. She tried to make eye contact, but the Fray's head was still turned. "When light surrounds you, holds you close and plays with you, there is no need to escape."

She paused, then smiled as a thought filled her head.

"Diorite, is it?

Look at me.

Let me see the light in your eyes."

Last Edit: Feb 11, 2017 12:48:04 GMT -5 by MrMista

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listen, as they glisten // mrmista [blitz] Feb 12, 2017 22:03:48 GMT -5

Post by Gryphon on Feb 12, 2017 22:03:48 GMT -5

d i o r i t e f r a y

Light is not easily attainable.

You can make your own with the world you raise for yourself, but it is intangible--it stays a dream, it does not become reality like the flowers and the stars can. If you want it outside a string of planets, it isn't as easy to find or recreate the golden glow as it is within them.

So when Molly Malachite understands my song of cryptic words and sends about her own air through my ears, I'm left speechless for some moments.

"You never come face-to-face with a storm if you surround yourself with light. When light surrounds you, holds you close and plays with you, there is no need to escape."

It should not be a surprise, with the colors across her face and her hair like the hard-working performer sun, but yet it's a mystery.

How has she found herself light?

I can feel her eyes on me, as more musicality drifts from her lips.

"Diorite, is it? Look at me. Let me see the light in your eyes."

I laugh and keep my head turned for a bit.

"You'll find none here," I confess, giggling a little more. "So you are lucky. I myself am not, light only meets my eyes when they're in front of a galaxy."

I reveal to her a gaze like blackness, but a smile still remains.

"...So tell me, Molly Malachite--what is the light that scares away the storms?"

For I must find it, so these shadows will be no more.

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listen, as they glisten // mrmista [blitz] Feb 13, 2017 4:08:03 GMT -5

Post by MrMista on Feb 13, 2017 4:08:03 GMT -5

Molly Malachite | 14 | D1F

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.

As Molly awaited Diorite’s response, the train turned, and suddenly the sun was right behind the two of them. It was a blanket of warmth, assuring the young girl that she had made the right choice in following her dreams.

What brought a smile to the girl’s face however, wasn’t the comfort at her back, but the collection of sunspots dancing across Diorite’s hair, weaving in and out of the older girl’s flowing locks.

Molly did not know how long she stared at Diorite, but the Fray girl had certainly had enough time to turn around and take in the sun’s beauty by now. Was she the type to ask questions, yet never answer them. (Trying to stay mysterious, I suppose.)

(Well, it doesn’t make you any more interesting, if that’s what you’re going for.)

"You'll find none here," she finally says, with a giggle, of all things. (Here? On the train? In the Capitol? That can’t be; light knows no bounds)

"So you are lucky. I myself am not, light only meets my eyes when they're in front of a galaxy." She continued to speak in riddles, but her words had a distinctly morose tone. Molly couldn’t have that; such talk would ruin a perfectly good day. (The shinies are everywhere. Can't she see?) In such circumstances, acting as if light had abandoned the world was nothing more than a waste of precious time.

Molly began to speak, but stopped as Diorite finally turned around, almost causing the younger girl to gasp. The Fray girl had the darkest eyes Molly had ever seen, irises such a deep brown they could have passed for black. As she stared into Molly’s soul, requesting, “...So tell me, Molly Malachite--what is the light that scares away the storms?" all the Malachite girl could focus on was the way the sun spots danced across Diorite’s face, yet never seemed to hit the eyes themselves. It was almost like she was keeping them away, separating her darkness from the brightness outside.

Puzzled, Molly started to respond. “You’re quite the paradox, Diorite.” She smirked. “You look, yet you do not see. Your eyes are open, yet they stay closed to the truth.”

She got up and spun in a quick circle, as light on her feet as ever. “Look around, silly,” she gestured. Running towards the older girl, Molly grabbed her hand and guided her towards the window as the train zoomed past a large body of water certainly teeming with life. “It’s everywhere,” she exclaimed. Her face pressed against the glass, Molly’s voice emerged slightly muffled. “The light is in every flutter of a bird’s wing, every ripple of water in an otherwise calm lake, every glimmering star in the night sky.” She pulled herself away, and turned to look directly into the twin abysses on Diorite’s face. “Light is always knocking at your doorstep, waiting to enter and envelop you in its warm embrace. You just need to let it in.”

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.