my first girlfriend turned into the moon [✄]
Oct 18, 2017 21:57:19 GMT -5
Post by arx on Oct 18, 2017 21:57:19 GMT -5
MARIELA PITRE
They all seem as concerned with their appearances as I do. It's strangely comforting. Even as Hayden sets my leg in a splint and I find my mouth growing dry in the night air, I find the time to marvel over a moon pendant and slide a ring over my knuckle. And what's a witch without earrings shaped like pumpkins?
It's a bit difficult to maintain face through the bandages and the uncomfortable immobilization of my knee, but it's a welcome distraction, focusing all my attention on my own reflection rather than the ache in my muscles and the growling of my stomach. I probably should've eaten more before all this. But fear really staunches the appetite and without that fear gnawing at my empty stomach, it's likely I wouldn't have made it out of my first fight alive.
But now that it's all over, the adrenaline has worn off, and the fear has ebbed away to the back of my mind, I can feel my stomach aching for some sort of food. I eat an entire bag of candy while Hayden fixes my leg and Samson and Cynthia pick out items from the giant pumpkin towering over us.
By the time we're ready to move I've got a stomach ache for all the right reasons and a bag full of what all my allies insist are 'useless items.' My flashlight, my blanket, my jewelry, my night-vision binoculars—"I'm not exactly built like a goddess. I can't carry as much as you guys."—I think I've got everything that's just my speed. Weapons don't exactly do it for me and I think we've all got enough medical supplies to last a lifetime.
Hayden helps me limp along slowly. I try not to rely on her too much though. Being a burden really will get me killed in this place, if not by my enemies then by my allies. I stumble into Samson on more than one occasion—"Can you not?"—apologizing profusely before retreating close to Hayden's side each time. By the time we are out of the overgrown pumpkin patch I've gotten a hang of walking mostly on my own. And I'm so thankful when they all agree we should take a break at the pond.
It's one of the most stunning sights I've ever seen. I sit myself at the water's edge, looking into what looks like a whole new sky. It's beautiful. Despite everything. I reach out, fingertips sending a soft set of ripples over the water's surface. It's cool to the touch, soothing to my electric hot skin. I wonder how it would feel washing over my knee, but decide it's best to leave it to the imagination. I don't want to ruin the splint Hayden made.
"You suppose there are fish in here?" I ask, stretching out on my stomach and staring into the dark water. I can't see much, not even my own reflection, but that doesn't stop me from reaching for my fishing net.
It doesn't matter what the answer is. I remember watching a pair of boys run around by the river for hours one day back home. They had fishing nets in hand which doubled as nets for catching the crickets that hid in the tall grass along the river. They never caught a single fish. But they returned holding hands, sun-kissed cheeks, and smiles so wide I knew they couldn't be faking it when their mother asked if they had had fun.
My grandmother called them guttersnipes. Told me they were dirty and uncivilized. Not fit to be my friends. I knew she was wrong, but I listened to her anyway.
But now that she isn't here, I think I'll give the smiling a try.
It's a bit difficult to maintain face through the bandages and the uncomfortable immobilization of my knee, but it's a welcome distraction, focusing all my attention on my own reflection rather than the ache in my muscles and the growling of my stomach. I probably should've eaten more before all this. But fear really staunches the appetite and without that fear gnawing at my empty stomach, it's likely I wouldn't have made it out of my first fight alive.
But now that it's all over, the adrenaline has worn off, and the fear has ebbed away to the back of my mind, I can feel my stomach aching for some sort of food. I eat an entire bag of candy while Hayden fixes my leg and Samson and Cynthia pick out items from the giant pumpkin towering over us.
By the time we're ready to move I've got a stomach ache for all the right reasons and a bag full of what all my allies insist are 'useless items.' My flashlight, my blanket, my jewelry, my night-vision binoculars—"I'm not exactly built like a goddess. I can't carry as much as you guys."—I think I've got everything that's just my speed. Weapons don't exactly do it for me and I think we've all got enough medical supplies to last a lifetime.
Hayden helps me limp along slowly. I try not to rely on her too much though. Being a burden really will get me killed in this place, if not by my enemies then by my allies. I stumble into Samson on more than one occasion—"Can you not?"—apologizing profusely before retreating close to Hayden's side each time. By the time we are out of the overgrown pumpkin patch I've gotten a hang of walking mostly on my own. And I'm so thankful when they all agree we should take a break at the pond.
It's one of the most stunning sights I've ever seen. I sit myself at the water's edge, looking into what looks like a whole new sky. It's beautiful. Despite everything. I reach out, fingertips sending a soft set of ripples over the water's surface. It's cool to the touch, soothing to my electric hot skin. I wonder how it would feel washing over my knee, but decide it's best to leave it to the imagination. I don't want to ruin the splint Hayden made.
"You suppose there are fish in here?" I ask, stretching out on my stomach and staring into the dark water. I can't see much, not even my own reflection, but that doesn't stop me from reaching for my fishing net.
It doesn't matter what the answer is. I remember watching a pair of boys run around by the river for hours one day back home. They had fishing nets in hand which doubled as nets for catching the crickets that hid in the tall grass along the river. They never caught a single fish. But they returned holding hands, sun-kissed cheeks, and smiles so wide I knew they couldn't be faking it when their mother asked if they had had fun.
My grandmother called them guttersnipes. Told me they were dirty and uncivilized. Not fit to be my friends. I knew she was wrong, but I listened to her anyway.
But now that she isn't here, I think I'll give the smiling a try.
Fishing Attempt!
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[3 Fish]
ooc: xxx
- collects some water in her potion bottle
- FISHIES
- it's all in maintenance honestly
Also note, she's got camo lol it's stealth fishing, I swear.
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