Heretics // [Valkyrie/Jessa]

Heretics // [Valkyrie/Jessa] Nov 23, 2012 23:28:01 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Nov 23, 2012 23:28:01 GMT -5

( V A L K Y R I E A R C A D I A W I L D E )

Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it
Thank God it's fatal

Some people ain't got no sense — ramblin' on about the sorts of backwards ideas that are bound to get a soul in trouble with forces they oughtn't be messin' with. Most'a the time they don't take so kindly to bein' told the truths of they follies either, no matter how good and honest my intentions are. So them are people whose souls I've come to terms with jest not bein' able to save from their own missteps into bad juju. Usually this jest leaves a crazy ache prowlin' in my bones, like angry tigers sharpening they claws, tryin' to punish me with vicious promises 'bout how my blood is gonna go all spoiled if I cain't be bothered to try harder. Ain't my fault they done shut they ears and hearts to the deeper ways of the earth though. I want to put things right an' restore the order they gone and upset, but when they go fightin' back til they eyes are rabid with accusations 'bout how I'm the one with crazy all up in my head, then I can only tolerate so much.

Suppose that's why school and I cain't seem to get on so well most days. Some of the words in they books got too many things wrong for me to sit back and pretend I don't resent how they tryin' to lead young minds into the ways of bad sense. It's cruel, cursin' innocent souls like that. "— an' so's you cain't jest go sayin' that humans are some kinda so-called dominant species 'cause of intelligence." When the tigers start up, sometimes words come pourin' outta my mouth like I'm possessed by 'em, roarin' up a storm as if my lungs don't know nothin' else. (Somewhere behind me the mutterin' echoes around 'bout how I'm proof of my own words, but it jest works me up more when they get to runnin' they mouths with petty insults.) "There's plenty'a creatures in this world with thoughts worth havin' and we cain't jest go 'round disregardin' they worth like it ain't nothin'."

Our science teacher's got a pain in his side 'cause of me. "Valkyrie —" I see the ache of it go thrummin' through him er'ry time his spine gets all straightened up when tryin' to tower over me. He wants to be intimidatin' or authoritative, but he ain't got no idea how to sway me. I disrupt all those textbook tall tales he tries to teach — in more'n one way.

"It ain't right to jest go prattlin' on —"

A twitchin' sigh slips outta his mouth, like the rebellious child of ghosts.

"— with them kinds of insultin' —"

"Valkyrie —"

"— hellfire tonged —"

"Valkyrie —"

"— lies."

"Valkrie Wilde!"

"It ain't right!" My stomach's so hot tha' my blood is set to boil over, my teeth all sharp and snappin' while at least a dozen curious faeries gather at the windows, watchin' and clappin' and howlin' out cheers for me to keep right on. They got the shadows of good souls flickerin' beneath they wings like otherworld poetry an' the buzz of it sends my voice shakin' with conviction. "You cain't be sayin' the quiet good in the world ain't got no worth!" Then I'm up outta my seat, chair screechin' back across the floor behind me, useless from knowin' I ain't gonna be havin' no more to do with it today. I can't go sittin' back down now. Only got one option left: storm out like I'm the wrath of Scratch hisself.

So's I do, swearin' unner my breath as I grab Jessa by the wrist and go haulin' her with me — 'cause she's the only good intentions I got left for any soul in this room today.

Heretics // [Valkyrie/Jessa] Jan 2, 2013 1:27:12 GMT -5

Post by sadniss everdeen on Jan 2, 2013 1:27:12 GMT -5

Jessalyn Colbier

♫ You are my dark side of the moon ♫

~:~ 914493 ~:~ Can't you just watch me? It's so much easier to understand.
~:~ 469344 ~:~ I have a mind, I swear. It's all hidden away up here.
~:~ 936944 ~:~ It's okay if it doesn't look like I understand, because I do.
~:~ 446D93 ~:~ Without music I can't breathe, but it's so hard to make my own.

in this land of swords and snakes
sometimes one slip is all it takes [/size][/font]

They say the world is a big place. You don't know who they are, but sometime you want to disagree. You've seen more of the other Districts than anybody else in this room, and there's a lot of small things here, too. The plants and the animals and the little fairies that Valkyrie can make to come out and play, the whispering words that come from the gardens when you're so still you think you're with Denver for a few moments. (sometimes i talk to him and he sounds so sad for all of us that it hurts me too. i miss lydia and the way she used to touch me like i was something special, but she's gone away now and she's cold like denver's ground.) She has points and you want to attest to them, but the way he says Valkyrie all breathy like that means that he thinks she's stupid. You know because he does it to you a lot, and it usually is followed by the little laughs of the people around you. That little piece of paper you got from Six was supposed to change anything but nothing's changed

, not your broken brains or the people's words or anything around you. It hurts.

You don't know a thing about intelligence - how can you know anything about something you've never had? - but the conviction in her voice is scary, strong in ways you know she always is. Her voice is hard when she grabs you and the rough edges make you flinch, her once-soft touch loud and unkind. You try to detach her from the harsh noises the chair makes but it's hard so you suck your lips into your mouth instead as you make your way through the winding hallways of the school. They insist painting it in white and it reminds you so much of the hospital that you have to close your eyes as you follow her muttering down the hallways, her hands searing around your wrist.

"Them good for nothin' fools don't know a damn thing! If only them tiger claws could come right out, then we'd see who'd be laughin'! Maybe givin' 'em a little taste o' voodoo magick'll set 'em straight."

There's a door clanging shut and you find yourself in a different room now, pale blue - just like your eyes, Lydia used to say with a smile - and nobody around. Valkyrie lets go of your wrist and you draw it slowly back into yourself, wary of any sudden movements. On her tiger days it seems any little thing will set her off, and Scratch comes pouring out of her mouth. (her mama explained it to me in her words and now it makes sense but it's still scary, like the dark and not enough noise) Her face makes you ache to touch her, but as your hands go out your body remembers her nails in your skin and you dart away, seconds before you can feel the coarse wave of her hair.

Instead you try to ask her if she's okay with her eyes because your mouth doesn't seem to work again, but you don't know if you have the special powers to talk into people's heads like the fairies do. You think it would be kind of scary, hearing everything at once, because it would all swirl around like a tornado until it swept you way off your feet. Maybe you'd land in a tree or even in another District, far away from everybody who thinks you're stupid but still knows you. Knows you enough not to let any expectations get in the way of what they really want, anyway.

Quiet hands, Jessa. [/color][/size][/blockquote]