04-01-2017, 09:26 PM
Magnificent
She finds it soothing, the chaos and violence of the thrashing whitewater rapids. That is no surprise and in this way she falls right in line with the rest of them, that which destroyed brought her peace. It was volatile, the river, and in it she found some comfort for her warring thoughts. It was, for now, good medicine.
It was good that nothing was still, if faced with her own reflection in this moment she would have broken. She would have crumbled like the earth that was washed away, the river too hungry to give it mercy.
It is good that she is who she is. Though her time in the Cove was short spent, the lessons she was taught as a small child were embedded with barbs. They were not easily swayed or removed, it might be that for brief moments she smothered them but when it came down to it- she was not so magnificent.
Even her name spoke volumes of her people, her Father elated by the mere sight of her had dubbed such a calling. ‘Magnificent’ he whispered and his voice was thick and hungry like the river, yet she expected he was an ever starving man. He had to be, her Mother was his Grandmother and yet this was not something to be gawked at or spat upon where she was from. This was an ideal, something upheld with certainty and respect- it was praised and congratulated.
She doesn’t hear him approach, she wasn’t listening and over the crash of rushing liquid she would have been hard pressed to anyway. ‘Magnificent’ that simple word could crush her.’What are you doing here?’ Her jaw is tight as she looks over the water, a breath must be taken but she sends with it irritation- she must.
“Me?” she asks, her voice is scoffing, as if she can’t believe he didn’t know. “Came to grab a piece of the glory but looks like you beat me to it.” She turns, twisting her dark body to find him, her gemstone eyes digging. “If this is yours then you’re going to need something sumptuous to counter that atrocious stench you reek of.” Her lips spread to a smile, this was her thought of play, a jab here, a joke there. It kept the distance she didn’t think herself capable of otherwise, her words built walls to keep him out- to keep her in.
It was good that nothing was still, if faced with her own reflection in this moment she would have broken. She would have crumbled like the earth that was washed away, the river too hungry to give it mercy.
It is good that she is who she is. Though her time in the Cove was short spent, the lessons she was taught as a small child were embedded with barbs. They were not easily swayed or removed, it might be that for brief moments she smothered them but when it came down to it- she was not so magnificent.
Even her name spoke volumes of her people, her Father elated by the mere sight of her had dubbed such a calling. ‘Magnificent’ he whispered and his voice was thick and hungry like the river, yet she expected he was an ever starving man. He had to be, her Mother was his Grandmother and yet this was not something to be gawked at or spat upon where she was from. This was an ideal, something upheld with certainty and respect- it was praised and congratulated.
She doesn’t hear him approach, she wasn’t listening and over the crash of rushing liquid she would have been hard pressed to anyway. ‘Magnificent’ that simple word could crush her.’What are you doing here?’ Her jaw is tight as she looks over the water, a breath must be taken but she sends with it irritation- she must.
“Me?” she asks, her voice is scoffing, as if she can’t believe he didn’t know. “Came to grab a piece of the glory but looks like you beat me to it.” She turns, twisting her dark body to find him, her gemstone eyes digging. “If this is yours then you’re going to need something sumptuous to counter that atrocious stench you reek of.” Her lips spread to a smile, this was her thought of play, a jab here, a joke there. It kept the distance she didn’t think herself capable of otherwise, her words built walls to keep him out- to keep her in.
the space between, the wicked lies we tell
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