Cast A Hook In Me [Open]
Jan 5, 2012 17:14:28 GMT -5
Post by Katharyn on Jan 5, 2012 17:14:28 GMT -5
I've got a girl. She tastes like rain on my tongue.
She's got the moon on her hips,
and her eyes burn up like the sun.
.::Aster Cemlyn::.
The day was hot and Aster Cemlyn could feel the warm glow of sand beneath her as she sat on the shore. There was nothing out of the usual that day, in school there had simply been another lesson on how to gut fish properly (and to the Capital's liking), at home she had helped her stepmother repair her father's favourite net and, for once, she had declined his offer to take her fishing with him. Today wasn't the kind of day to stand in the blistering sun without so much as giving a twitch. No, today was the kind of day to lay out in the sun, and think of all the places she would rather be. You know, like under the shade of a tree. Or taking a swim. Really, she was thinking of all the solutions she could find to the heat without actually taking any measures to go through with them.
Tragic is the woman with opportunities she does not take.
Though, she was more inclined to think that everyone else was tragic for even trying at all. District Four was a warm place, they should all be used to it by now, and they should all be just as aware that any solution was temporary, and therefore not worth their time. But that was how she differed from many of her peers, if she was going to do something, she was going to ensure that it was something that would last. Otherwise, it was really more than a waste of effort and energy than anything.
Aster ran her hand through the sand, her hand became enveloped in a cooler layer of earth below, where the tide had washed in and out hours ago. She thought of her sister, her brothers, and of everything ordinary that had occurred that day. She wondered if anything would ever be as interesting as she hoped that it would be, and she was curious as to how that could even happen. Living in District Four was easy, or rather, easier than most of the other districts. It wasn't anywhere near One or Two. But they managed well.
And she wasn't in any position to complain. There were people she knew were far worse off than she and her family could ever dream of being, but still. She was a teenage girl, and if there was anything that every teenage girl was good at, it was thinking of reasons why their life sucked and how it was completely and utterly unfair.
Today was a good day. A hot day, yes. But it would fare decent enough. She would sit here for a few more hours, of this she was sure, she would watch the sun morph into shades of orange and pink and purples against the green and blue of the ocean, she would return home, eat supper, go to bed, and most likely do the exact same thing the next day. That was just the way life was. It was easy.