07-01-2016, 10:33 PM
thorrun;
Leave it to Thorunn to reintroduce herself to the land of the living by trying to take out another.
Her crash into the meadow was graceless and flawed, so opposite of her attempts as being as lithe and ballerina-like as her father. Despite his stocky, massive frame he managed to tiptoe around as though gravity could bend to him. Thorunn was far from mastering that, looking like a girl playing at adulthood. Painfully forced, even more painful to watch.
"I..." she begins, unsure if she should be indignant or stone faced. Or apologetic. Or anything, really, how does one respond to such an intrusion? Her mother's sense would say to huff in her awkward way and drum up some forced conversation, steer the topic astray. Her father would blink his empty orange eyes and by the sheer force of will have the other back down.
But what would Thorunn do? All the time in the shadows and she still hadn't truly found herself, truly found her voice.
"It's a free country!" she says at long last, her attempts at bravado just as empty as the others. They are both shells of real creatures, parroting something they're not. Of course, Thorunn is much too childish to open her eyes and see this. Anyone can see this. Thorunn, though, is still stuck in herself, too introspective to look outside.
She realizes her statement makes no sense and lets a heavy pause settle between them, her orange eyes just as blank as her fathers. Then, in a sudden burst of emotion (is this characteristic? Or uncharacteristic?) she laughs. A true, hearty laugh.
"I have no idea where the fuck that came from."
Her crash into the meadow was graceless and flawed, so opposite of her attempts as being as lithe and ballerina-like as her father. Despite his stocky, massive frame he managed to tiptoe around as though gravity could bend to him. Thorunn was far from mastering that, looking like a girl playing at adulthood. Painfully forced, even more painful to watch.
"I..." she begins, unsure if she should be indignant or stone faced. Or apologetic. Or anything, really, how does one respond to such an intrusion? Her mother's sense would say to huff in her awkward way and drum up some forced conversation, steer the topic astray. Her father would blink his empty orange eyes and by the sheer force of will have the other back down.
But what would Thorunn do? All the time in the shadows and she still hadn't truly found herself, truly found her voice.
"It's a free country!" she says at long last, her attempts at bravado just as empty as the others. They are both shells of real creatures, parroting something they're not. Of course, Thorunn is much too childish to open her eyes and see this. Anyone can see this. Thorunn, though, is still stuck in herself, too introspective to look outside.
She realizes her statement makes no sense and lets a heavy pause settle between them, her orange eyes just as blank as her fathers. Then, in a sudden burst of emotion (is this characteristic? Or uncharacteristic?) she laughs. A true, hearty laugh.
"I have no idea where the fuck that came from."