04-02-2017, 04:37 PM
Magnificent
The river is a blessing, an addition to the walls she builds with sharp words and bullet stares. A blessing but the river is fluid, it moves and flows and in that respect it is changing, it has flaws. She could not teach the water defense, it could not learn sharp corners or barbed wires. It did not submit but rather she would be made to surrender to it- she just didn’t know it yet.
First it led the dance by eating her words, swallowing them and drowning them in its splashing wake. He could not hear her last, the sentences erased by the current and perhaps that was for the best. Anyone could use a breath from her taunts, maybe him most of all.
As children it had been much the same, teasing and games where she always ended up the bully. Every good story needs a villain and when it came to roleplay she never chose the hero, she was not drawn to the part of the princess. Magnificent was the traitor, the bad wolf, the huntsmen. Anything but the one who garnered praise, who took responsibility, never a savior- she was a sinner, no saint.
It was all the same then, her closed doors and locked windows. Yet here he was no matter how hard she pushed, she loved him for it, it was his way and though she relentlessly lashed out he always gave her company. Was he a glutton for punishment? No, probably not but that had ended in her mind, she took it personally when he had left without a word.
Why did she expect a goodbye in the first place? Why should he even know she wanted one, let alone give it.
A tear rolled down her face as she looked away from him, the water always somewhere to rest her gaze when she could not face him. “You just left me there,” the waver in her voice was unintended but the hurt in the words was real. She bit her cheek, moving her eyes from the water to the ground, she had slipped just now, how could she recover her fences?
First it led the dance by eating her words, swallowing them and drowning them in its splashing wake. He could not hear her last, the sentences erased by the current and perhaps that was for the best. Anyone could use a breath from her taunts, maybe him most of all.
As children it had been much the same, teasing and games where she always ended up the bully. Every good story needs a villain and when it came to roleplay she never chose the hero, she was not drawn to the part of the princess. Magnificent was the traitor, the bad wolf, the huntsmen. Anything but the one who garnered praise, who took responsibility, never a savior- she was a sinner, no saint.
It was all the same then, her closed doors and locked windows. Yet here he was no matter how hard she pushed, she loved him for it, it was his way and though she relentlessly lashed out he always gave her company. Was he a glutton for punishment? No, probably not but that had ended in her mind, she took it personally when he had left without a word.
Why did she expect a goodbye in the first place? Why should he even know she wanted one, let alone give it.
A tear rolled down her face as she looked away from him, the water always somewhere to rest her gaze when she could not face him. “You just left me there,” the waver in her voice was unintended but the hurt in the words was real. She bit her cheek, moving her eyes from the water to the ground, she had slipped just now, how could she recover her fences?
the space between, the wicked lies we tell
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