bleeding into the ( dark ) // hatters
Mar 12, 2017 18:14:44 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Mar 12, 2017 18:14:44 GMT -5
one golden light bleeding into the dark
windows play movies out onto the yard
pictures of people i don't even know
living a life that i lived so long ago
windows play movies out onto the yard
pictures of people i don't even know
living a life that i lived so long ago
There were ghosts in the garden, but Fallon knew they weren’t the kind that would hurt them.
These ghosts were more like whispers, memories, bits of regret that floated on the air like fireflies. They winked in and out of existence in time with a tune Fallon couldn’t hear, but she could tell the rhythm was slow and mournful. Every step through the rioting roses felt like a march toward something. She was a knight, a soldier, but she was beginning to think that all warriors’ steps led toward death.
Not yet, something within her murmured as they emerged into a small clearing where the twisting vines weren’t quite as plentiful. Not yet.
It didn’t take her long to find firewood, and pressing her lips tightly together, she used what she’d been taught in the Training Center to coax a flame to life. It cackled at her but Fallon ignored its mocking tone, instead frowning at the way the fire cast ugly shadows around them. Nighttime had always been a joy at home, where glass lanterns made Mama’s garden glow, but here it felt as harsh and unforgiving as Fallon’s new knife.
Pulling out her purple crayon, she began to draw out the lanterns from back home, careful to trace out the edges more darkly so that it was obvious that the sides were made of panes of glass. The candles in the centers were small and would only burn once, but Fallon didn’t mind. It would be silly to think they could take them with them after that night.
“Tam?” She didn’t want to ask, but if she didn’t the question would bang around her head until it was the only thing she could think of. Besides, it was easier this way, with her eyes averted and focused on her work. “Why do you stay?”
No one else does.
we come and go before we ever get to rest
all we have is borrowed then we leave it to the next
do you ever feel a spirit walk through the walls?
hear the sound of other voices echo in the hall?
all we have is borrowed then we leave it to the next
do you ever feel a spirit walk through the walls?
hear the sound of other voices echo in the hall?
[Fallon collects firewood and starts a fire]
[Fallon boils her water]
[Fallon collects three bundles of medicinal plants]
[Fallon gives one bundle of medicinal plants to Tamron]
[Fallon uses one bundle of medicinal plants for -2]
[Fallon draws purple lanterns using her Royal Purple Crayon]
