Colourway . ffg vs bb
Jun 27, 2020 17:21:23 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 27, 2020 17:21:23 GMT -5
a r a b e l l a . |
Eyes turned towards the sky she sits quietly. She watches the glittering lights, her mind traveling back to home and the times- that felt like an entirety ago- she used to lay on. the grass just outside the house with Matthew by her side. He would tell her stories, his fingers pointed out what he called constellations. She had not known that he was a magnificent story teller. But he was, his voice filled with emotion, his eyes dancing with excitement as he talked. At times like those she often found herself staring at him, rather than the sky, entertained by facial expressions etched onto his features, or by the emotions that played in his eyes as he gazed up at the twinkling lights.
Suddenly the sound of gentle beeping followed by a soft thud fills her ears. Turning to her left she finds a small parachute. Tugging it open there is one small item concealed: a letter.Your weapon is an extension of you. If your focus wavers so will your aim. I hope the items help; you should know you have sponsors pulling for you. Some people like an underdog.
It’s not the getting knocked down that matters, Bella. It’s whether or not you get back up.
Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions.
- Katelyn.
A smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she hugs the paper close to her chest, her eyes turning up to the sky. Katelyn was right. Of course she was bound to get knocked down. She would get knocked to the ground countless more times. But each time she would get back on her feet. She would pull her shoulders back, and she would remember what it is she was fighting for. Maybe It was not a warrior that she was to become, but a lion. Thank you, she mouths up into the sky, hoping that Katelyn would be watching, letting her know that she wasn't about to give up. That she would climb to her feet, no matter how many times she is knocked down.
A warm body presses to her side and Arabella turns to see Meredith sitting next to her, “You know, this is an important part of your story, it’s like that part where the hero gets knocked down and you don’t know if they’re strong enough to get back up.” It was like she had read her mind, that she had somehow seen the words scribbled on the paper clutched tightly in her hands. "So, it’s up to you here. Do you push and fight and get back on your feet, or do you lay down and die?” Arabella turns away from her for a moment, her eyes once again traveling to the glittering sky before them.
Arabella knew which one she was, she was the one who climbed back onto her feet.
“Which one are you?” Eyes meeting the careers she manages a shy grin, "I'm going to pick myself up. I'm going to climb to my feet and I'm going to fight." As she speaks her confidence grows. "But I won't be a hero," Katelyn's letter flashes before her eyes, "I'll become a lion."
A smile, followed by a yawn and the careers head is slipping onto Arabella's shoulder, “Can you tell me a story, Bella?” She asks and Arabella smiles gently, resting her head against the older girls. For as long as she could remember she had wanted to hear those words slip past someones lips. So she jumped at the chance, suddenly feeling a little more like herself. "I'd thought you'd never ask," she say, settling in, her eyes gazing into the depths of the starry sky.In a land far, far away, was a young girl. She sat on her own, her lips pulled back into a blissful smile. On the outside she might look lonely, not another soul in sight. But inside the girls head, her mind was alight. It danced with characters ranging from beautiful regal queens. To warriors who slayed dragons. To villains who make your skin crawl.
She lived in a home for kids without a home. The very edges of the room scattered with small clumps of children, chatting happily to each other. They didn't even look at the child in the middle, the one who was lost to the world around her.
And at first she never noticed, her armour protecting her from the outside world.
One day she approached one of the children, her eyes alight with excitement, her feet dancing with anticipation. "Do you want to write a story? Come on lets go and play!" She asks excitedly, but the kids face before her melts into one of disgust, lips pursing she tells the girl to leave. To get out of her face. The girls face falls slightly, the excitement in her eyes dulling. But she does not give up, forcing a smile on her lips she skips over to another group of kids.
"Do you want to write a story? Come on lets go and play!" She sings, extending a hand out to them. But they turn away, leaving her staring at their backs.
This time the amour around the child's heart breaks and she runs, her feet carrying far far away.
The elements of the wild lash out at her, they threaten her life, nipping at her. But after a while the sun appears, and the forrest parts revealing a couple doused in light. Suddenly hope blossoms in her chest and she runs to them, her hands extending. They reach for the child and all three of them connect, together under the light of the sun.
They looked at her with their hearts in their eyes. Love radiated from them, and suddenly the girl realised that she didn't need her armour around them. Around them she could be free, and she was.
She was free, and the light around her grew to accommodate the three of them.
Arabella's words drift off, her eyes drifting shut, and in the matter of moments she is asleep, her soft snores escaping her lips, her head rolling against Merediths.* * *
They had put her in the lead. Her legs pushing through the depths of the storm, her arms shielding her face, her eyes. She was sure they were moving away from the field of gems. They had walked east the day before, so she followed that path. Breaking through the worst of the storm her eyes examine her surroundings-
wait a second. Why did everything look so familiar? Before her was the field of glittering wealth. Her lips pull back, her brow forming a frown. She had taken them in the wrong direction. Mer was going to have her head. It didn't matter that last night they had shared a moment, Arabella remembered very clearly how disappointed she had been on day one, finding herself in a field of useless rocks and no protection.
Ducking her head she slows her pace to fall behind Cyro, in an attempt to reduce the frustrations that might be directed her way. But then she see's something move. Her mind shoots to attention, her fingers clutching the knives that she held tightly in her fingers. Suddenly it wasn't just the four of them. But their was eight of us, surrounding one an another. A curse dances on her lips, and she doesn't stop to think as she pulls one of her knives free, pulling back her arm.
This is the part where the lamb becomes the lion.
[Arabella attacks Helle: throwing knives]
IaVXL4N0bYthrowing knife
[probs a miss, lets be honest]
[ur girl called it]
throwing knifeIaVXL4N0bYthrowing knife
[probs a miss, lets be honest]
[ur girl called it]