Crysania. Wanderer. WIP.
Jul 21, 2011 13:03:55 GMT -5
Post by Ally is tentatively back on Jul 21, 2011 13:03:55 GMT -5
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Thoughts/Main
Other's Speech
What do they see?
I try to think back, to when I could see myself in the mirror. Was it only two years ago? Wow. So much changed... Oh well. Now I have to rely on everyone else to help me see. But I can remember what I looked like... before the accident.
Before Raistlin.
I always heard the whispers, growing up."Look at Crysania. She's such a pretty little girl." And I was. I reveled in being 'Pretty little Crysania.' That was what mattered.
He showed me how little it really did matter.
Me, with my pretty grey eyes, my silky black hair, my creamy pale skin. And then there was him... Too thin, and he knew too much. The gold-eyed boy didn't belong in my pretty world.
But I couldn't help loving him.
"Why are other's opinions so important to you?"
"Aren't they important to you?"
"Ha."
I was always being pestered, because the appearance I strove to keep up got me many admirers. Admirers who didn't understand why I was never home when they came over, because I was always at the fence, talking to Raistlin. He spoke to me as if I had a brain, not just the refined features and delicate figure everyone else saw. I was a person with him, not a pretty little doll, with a regal nose and a firm yet sensual mouth. I wasn't that girl when I was talking to Raistlin.
And I haven't been that girl for two years now.
Now my grey-blue eyes are cloudy, my black hair rough, and my pale skin burnt and calloused.
No longer pretty, no longer little.
Just Crysania.[/size]
What do I know?
I used to be so obsessed... petty... vain.
Before my pretty world got ripped to shreds, exposing the ugliness underneath. He showed me what my parents hid. What everyone was scared to show the pretty, rich, bubbly girl.
I remember my own smiling obliviousness, or it might have been selfishness, when I met him. My pampered existence was laid bare by his striking questions, by the concern on his brother's face as he nearly collapsed, coughing up blood. It made me realize how much my life revolved around me with no room for anyone else's problems. [/color]
Thoughts/Main
Other's Speech
What do they see?
I try to think back, to when I could see myself in the mirror. Was it only two years ago? Wow. So much changed... Oh well. Now I have to rely on everyone else to help me see. But I can remember what I looked like... before the accident.
Before Raistlin.
I always heard the whispers, growing up."Look at Crysania. She's such a pretty little girl." And I was. I reveled in being 'Pretty little Crysania.' That was what mattered.
He showed me how little it really did matter.
Me, with my pretty grey eyes, my silky black hair, my creamy pale skin. And then there was him... Too thin, and he knew too much. The gold-eyed boy didn't belong in my pretty world.
But I couldn't help loving him.
"Why are other's opinions so important to you?"
"Aren't they important to you?"
"Ha."
I was always being pestered, because the appearance I strove to keep up got me many admirers. Admirers who didn't understand why I was never home when they came over, because I was always at the fence, talking to Raistlin. He spoke to me as if I had a brain, not just the refined features and delicate figure everyone else saw. I was a person with him, not a pretty little doll, with a regal nose and a firm yet sensual mouth. I wasn't that girl when I was talking to Raistlin.
And I haven't been that girl for two years now.
Now my grey-blue eyes are cloudy, my black hair rough, and my pale skin burnt and calloused.
No longer pretty, no longer little.
Just Crysania.[/size]
What do I know?
I used to be so obsessed... petty... vain.
Before my pretty world got ripped to shreds, exposing the ugliness underneath. He showed me what my parents hid. What everyone was scared to show the pretty, rich, bubbly girl.
I remember my own smiling obliviousness, or it might have been selfishness, when I met him. My pampered existence was laid bare by his striking questions, by the concern on his brother's face as he nearly collapsed, coughing up blood. It made me realize how much my life revolved around me with no room for anyone else's problems. [/color]
