gashina }} vila x heather -blitz-
Sept 16, 2017 15:10:16 GMT -5
Post by [nyte] on Sept 16, 2017 15:10:16 GMT -5
heather morrison
Its nice outside of grey walls. Away from the rattle of life support, the pulses that I can feel with palms flat upon robot hearts and I feel so much smaller outside. The way the wind kisses my cheeks, hot asphalt beneath bare feet and I can feel them blistering. Because the sky is tainted. Grime lines a blue canvas and I cannot help the way that my smile falters, natural beauty obscured by disease and humanity is to nature like the cancer is through my grandmother's veins. It's hard to find beauty within this district, but the fresh air is nice.
Just a snack shop. Filled to the brim with beautiful sweets, brightly colored wrappers and there are so many that my fingertips yearn to dance across the packaging. To tear into what is hidden beneath. They are like little bits of buried treasure and I am so excited. Grandma gave me seven whole dollars to buy whatever I want and I think she was hoping I'd spend it on something like makeup or dresses.
She always wants me to act more like my father's daughter, to hold myself as the heiress I never was. I can already hear her words, fierce as ever with love buried somewhere deep beneath the sharp edges, You're a Morrison, alright, blowing your money on useless and temporary things. But I like candy.
And I really wasn't staring at her and that's really not why I saw her do it. Slip a little something into her coat pocket and I'd like to think she's just hiding it there for safe keeping. Because she reminds me of a queen, not a princess, but the youth within her features is all too refreshing after the months I have spend surrounded by those who have already begun to rot.
"Ah! Are you going to pay for that?" Perhaps she's forgotten how the world works. But that's okay, maybe that's why I'm here to remind her. The universe is funny like that.