Salt Skin and Scars (Open)
Jul 27, 2012 22:53:12 GMT -5
Post by Aisling Blaise on Jul 27, 2012 22:53:12 GMT -5
Avery silently sat at the edge of the pier, letting her calves thump gently on the wooden side as she stared off into the shore. With her heterochromia corrupted eyes, she watched the silhouettes dance on the shore with sand flying in the air with every kick of dance and the spin of song.
Faintly, she smiled; a mere and blurry memory painting itself over her vision as she tapped her fingers gently to the joyful noise that rung out from land. Avery recalled how she used to stand on her father’s feet when she was younger, letting him walk in abrupt circles and take sharp steps that made her dizzy and sending out eruptions of squeals from her mouth. Her brother would be on the pier, diving into the water with another three of her older siblings, and still she could remember how hard it was to see their bodies, slick and wet, in the sunset.
‘It’s a happy thought,’ She said softly in her head- one memory of a handful that she could play over and over again in her head and avoid the tight feeling in her throat. If she focused only on the positive, she could taste the same feeling of those days so long ago when the only care was the temperature of the water and whether or not she was to pick up the table after supper and numb the heaviness in her chest that hurt her every time she dared to paint a memory.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair and taking a hold of a honey blonde strand and twirling it for a few moments around her finger. She had no desire to dance tonight, with her ankles scraped and sore from the previous night, she could observe the carefree and hearty way of life of District 4 from a distance tonight and still be a part of the upbeat feeling that hung in the air.
“The old man and the sea… His lover isn’t thee, but that hearty sea,” Avery sung along, searching the shore for her brothers.
After the death of her family, she had not lost her love for the deep, blue sea. They may have unfortunately perished with salt water in their lungs, but she knew well that they would be disappointed if she became afraid of the only connection she had to them. Everything about her was the way the waves kissed the shore- she had gone out every morning for a swim, then back to shore to get the daily supply of some crustaceans, a trip back to the shop, the day at school to learn more about the only few professions in District 4, then back from school to the beach or the shop, and then here she was now. The only one she could speak to without an utter of things she wouldn’t dare say to her last surviving siblings was the ocean.
She could hear from shore a curt and loud whistle, and she saw someone beckon her over. She looked around slightly to see if she was mistaken for the beckon towards her, but she was the only one occupying the pier. Avery Ondine saw her brothers perfectly clear on shore, her twin dancing and her older brother sitting at a table drinking liquor from the bar on the shore; but none of them were paying any attention to her. She lifted a hand to try to focus on the face of who was calling her over, but to no avail did the shadow over her eyes assist her. She still couldn’t see their face under the canopy of the palm trees!
Faintly, she smiled; a mere and blurry memory painting itself over her vision as she tapped her fingers gently to the joyful noise that rung out from land. Avery recalled how she used to stand on her father’s feet when she was younger, letting him walk in abrupt circles and take sharp steps that made her dizzy and sending out eruptions of squeals from her mouth. Her brother would be on the pier, diving into the water with another three of her older siblings, and still she could remember how hard it was to see their bodies, slick and wet, in the sunset.
‘It’s a happy thought,’ She said softly in her head- one memory of a handful that she could play over and over again in her head and avoid the tight feeling in her throat. If she focused only on the positive, she could taste the same feeling of those days so long ago when the only care was the temperature of the water and whether or not she was to pick up the table after supper and numb the heaviness in her chest that hurt her every time she dared to paint a memory.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair and taking a hold of a honey blonde strand and twirling it for a few moments around her finger. She had no desire to dance tonight, with her ankles scraped and sore from the previous night, she could observe the carefree and hearty way of life of District 4 from a distance tonight and still be a part of the upbeat feeling that hung in the air.
“The old man and the sea… His lover isn’t thee, but that hearty sea,” Avery sung along, searching the shore for her brothers.
After the death of her family, she had not lost her love for the deep, blue sea. They may have unfortunately perished with salt water in their lungs, but she knew well that they would be disappointed if she became afraid of the only connection she had to them. Everything about her was the way the waves kissed the shore- she had gone out every morning for a swim, then back to shore to get the daily supply of some crustaceans, a trip back to the shop, the day at school to learn more about the only few professions in District 4, then back from school to the beach or the shop, and then here she was now. The only one she could speak to without an utter of things she wouldn’t dare say to her last surviving siblings was the ocean.
She could hear from shore a curt and loud whistle, and she saw someone beckon her over. She looked around slightly to see if she was mistaken for the beckon towards her, but she was the only one occupying the pier. Avery Ondine saw her brothers perfectly clear on shore, her twin dancing and her older brother sitting at a table drinking liquor from the bar on the shore; but none of them were paying any attention to her. She lifted a hand to try to focus on the face of who was calling her over, but to no avail did the shadow over her eyes assist her. She still couldn’t see their face under the canopy of the palm trees!
