02-03-2017, 09:56 PM
Atrani
She doesn’t see his anger and how it burns in his eyes every time they sweep across the meadow. He is searching for her guardian, but there is no one.
No one cares enough about her.
She wonders why he is here, talking to her, edging closer to her, because no one ever wants to be close. Atrani is a monster, an eyeless freak that will never see the evil – or good – that this life has to offer. She cannot fall foolishly in love with the way someone stares at her, or fall victim to a lie that so convincingly shades the eyes of the guilty. Such a bittersweet curse it is, but nonetheless, it should make her a monster. So, why is he still here?
”Am I?” She asks with her head tilting curiously to one side, her ears twisting to listen for his edged voice. ”I assumed I was black like what the rest of the world is to me,” a dry chuckle, one that lacks humor, tumbles past her velvet lips, but then her head shakes after having tried to make light of her cursed life. Joking isn’t for her. Bringing others laughter and joy is far beyond her reach.
What she is familiar with is the underlying warning that entwines with his final statement. That is how she knows this world to be – dark, threatening, lonely – and she exhales softly while weighing his words carefully. ”It’s dangerous for anyone,” is her reply only moments after him, her mind taking her back to mother, father, and that strange man with them. ”No matter your age, there is always something that goes bump in the night, always something to bring you unhappiness.” It could be as obvious as a murderer lurking in the hidden depths, or as subtle as a lover’s web.
Reeling back to her inherited nickname, she can’t help but ask, ”Rhonen, what do I look like?”
No one cares enough about her.
She wonders why he is here, talking to her, edging closer to her, because no one ever wants to be close. Atrani is a monster, an eyeless freak that will never see the evil – or good – that this life has to offer. She cannot fall foolishly in love with the way someone stares at her, or fall victim to a lie that so convincingly shades the eyes of the guilty. Such a bittersweet curse it is, but nonetheless, it should make her a monster. So, why is he still here?
”Am I?” She asks with her head tilting curiously to one side, her ears twisting to listen for his edged voice. ”I assumed I was black like what the rest of the world is to me,” a dry chuckle, one that lacks humor, tumbles past her velvet lips, but then her head shakes after having tried to make light of her cursed life. Joking isn’t for her. Bringing others laughter and joy is far beyond her reach.
What she is familiar with is the underlying warning that entwines with his final statement. That is how she knows this world to be – dark, threatening, lonely – and she exhales softly while weighing his words carefully. ”It’s dangerous for anyone,” is her reply only moments after him, her mind taking her back to mother, father, and that strange man with them. ”No matter your age, there is always something that goes bump in the night, always something to bring you unhappiness.” It could be as obvious as a murderer lurking in the hidden depths, or as subtle as a lover’s web.
Reeling back to her inherited nickname, she can’t help but ask, ”Rhonen, what do I look like?”
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
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