you're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away
There was a quiet moment when Reagan had realized, that she was not what she had been. Her ability to slip away, to be unnoticed, was weakening. That she was discovered by someone that she did not intend to discover her was proof of that enough. Her magic… glitch and unpredictable, was spasming out of her in large spurts, exhibited by the loud obnoxious color changes that her body began putting herself under, flashing and turning and glowing and growing and shrinking.
She was out of control, and it broke her heart to have her daughter see this of her. Her small, innocent Enfys. The small child born a princess without a father. A father who did not yet know she even existed.
And still, this girl… who was so innocent on her own that she was quietly polite—though her unspoken thoughts were painted as clear as day on her face—Reagan could not help but feel sorry for her, being in the presence of the mad Grey Lady.
A grey lady who was now pink with neon green slashes and geometric shapes that were constantly changing and moving on her body, while her hair grew and lengthened of its own accord, changing colors… and she tried to stop herself from crying, but found that she was unable to school her features.
“No need to apologize,”, she says weakly, between waves of tears.
What else could she say? Would the girl even bother to stick around?
Not every day you slip into the solitary forest and end up finding an 80s rave.
She was out of control, and it broke her heart to have her daughter see this of her. Her small, innocent Enfys. The small child born a princess without a father. A father who did not yet know she even existed.
And still, this girl… who was so innocent on her own that she was quietly polite—though her unspoken thoughts were painted as clear as day on her face—Reagan could not help but feel sorry for her, being in the presence of the mad Grey Lady.
A grey lady who was now pink with neon green slashes and geometric shapes that were constantly changing and moving on her body, while her hair grew and lengthened of its own accord, changing colors… and she tried to stop herself from crying, but found that she was unable to school her features.
“No need to apologize,”, she says weakly, between waves of tears.
What else could she say? Would the girl even bother to stick around?
Not every day you slip into the solitary forest and end up finding an 80s rave.
reagan
OOC: just wanted to let you know, if you read any of my other posts, that this takes place before all the threads with Ruan or with Enfys and Ruan. When Reagan is still trying to "hide", essentially