spare parts :: {Mycelium & Nico}
Jun 4, 2019 18:53:00 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 4, 2019 18:53:00 GMT -5
It all reminds her of a time and talk she had with Red. The trees had all given their leaves to the earth and the first freshly fallen snow was blanketing the scattered streets. Small spirals of smoke stained the grey skies as families found warmth within each others' arms. Both of their parents were still out working as a slow spinning stew brewed at the fingertips of Mycelium. The light was low but the volume of Red's voice ravenous for victory. They needed money and a better way to find it than running messages through the mines, Red turned towards sheets from the streets. Back then there was still an uncertainty about such profanity within Mycelium's mind, but only months later she was right by her sister's side.
Mycelium blinks at connecting such a scene to the one like this. The conversations couldn't be more different, from content to mild tones, but one piece seems present in each. Back then, before the tragedy of the coming trial, she was trying to convince Red of her own worth. Now she is trying to convince a boy, a victor, who could help Red, both of his and her's. It's a small symmetry, but it's the one that strings the thoughts together within her mind as she stands as strongly as she can before him. Some things she can walk away from, this however, she cannot.
She takes a hand and runs it through the red entanglement atop her head. A moment of thought before she finds words to say to this stranger. "I have no idea of your capabilities. I'm taking a total chance because it is literally the only thing I can do for her."
She could be saying everything wrong right now. She could be talking to a man who couldn't care less about the things she said. But she has to believe he does, because he's still here listening to her, and that's at least something.
"I also know you can help because all it takes is one voice. One voice to bring her up, to not let her be left out of the conversation."
Mycelium's hands both fall to her stomach as she again gazes back towards this person who owes her absolutely nothing, but who she is asking for help from all the same.
"I am sorry for all this, but we have always taken care of each other. So I'm just trying to find one person to be in her corner since I can't be, just one."