Scout -- Wanderer [WIP]

SCOUT
twenty
wanderer
kendall walters
kleptomaniac

creys

SCOUT
twenty
wanderer
kendall walters
kleptomaniac

creys

SCOUT
twenty
wanderer
kendall walters

appearance

"For the last time, Elizabeth, stay still!"

"It's not Elizabeth, it's Effy. Ef - ee."

personality

history

"Oi."

His hair stood disgruntled, sticking out in various places and in the faint light a little shine reflects off a line down his mouth. Drool is disgusting and so is how he looks like right now, and I laugh until the little hollow space inside of me insists. I'm leaving him. It's foreign how I immediately look down, looking over to my one leg hooked over the railings and gaze trailing to the ladder rings. Normally I'd steady myself and return his stare, if not more defiant than he could ever be (I know he's my elder brother but I'm me -- it speaks a lot more than it should.) Normally he'd pry his eyes open and go back to sleep, knowing it's "goddamnit, Effy, shut up and leave, I need to sleep!" Normally, this is usual, because it's common knowledge that I sneak away. Normally, I'll come back, sooner or later.

But this is not the case, and he knows, and not in that only-siblings telepathic bullshit that we may or may not have, but his gaze on his rucksack is heavier than the canned goods I've dumped in them. A second and another passes by, until he decides to speak.

"Effy?"

I look down at my right hand and there, nearly incomprehensible in the dark, is a newfound identity scrawled on my skin with looted liquid eyeliner.

"It's not Effy anymore, Oz," I say as I swing another leg over the railing and sit there facing the skyline. Don't look back. "It's Scout." And I jumped.