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rainbowfic2015-08-18 03:53 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-18 03:53 pm
Spilt Ink, Under The Bed Black
Name: Sebastian
Title: a house too big to fit
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 1. Ghost
Spilt Ink; 19. You are nobody's hero. And nobody needs you. Desperately.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage>)
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG
Warnings: loss of a sibling
Notes: I'm not sure whether I am asking for a tag for this one because doing that would mean I am dooming myself ot a story of river witches, sirens, ghosts and all sorts of strange stuff you find in a small town by the riverside. On the other hand....
Hadley doesn't sleep much anymore. She tries, tosses and turns in her bed, counts sheep and stars outside her window. She prays to the moon and to God and to anything that will listen to her.
Not that she's sure much is out there to listen, not anything good anyway.
She remembers when sleep wasn't so hard, when she could dream easy and wake up rested. It feels like forever ago, a dog's age, but it was only a few months ago. Hardly any time at all.
But she'snot slept well since then and she knows she won't be sleeping well for a good long while yet. She's got penance on her mind, she's got guilt and pain and grief.
She's got far too much on her mind for a girl her age and none of it is sweet and light.
The little house she used to share is empty now, save for her. She feels how big it is these days, how much space was taken up by other people and how, now that she's alone, it really doesn't fit her anymore.
Yet it's her home and she know she'll have hell finding anywhere else to settle around here.
Then again, she's not even sure she wants to stay. Maybe getting out is the best option.
But Coltron is home, it's where she grew up, where she met her first girlfriend, where her parents are and where her sister is. Where she'll always be.
Hadley makes her way outside, bare toes wiggling in the grass for a moment. She recalls Tally doing the same thing, giggling and chasing frogs, her goes wiggling in the grass like little worms.
It makes her feel a little sick.
She walks, letting her feet carry her where they may. it didn't much matter where she winds up, she just wanted to move.
But as she hears the sounds of the river, she wonders if she was wrong to go wandering.
The wind picks up and all in a rush, she remembers. She sees Tally, bright and happy. She sees her playing in the water, chasing fish and trying ot catch them with her bare hands. She sees her climbing trees and diving off the branches into the water. It always scared Hadley when she did it but Tally was always fine.
Something whispers in the wind, ghosts pulling at her, trying ot get her to come closer but she says no, turns her back on the river.
Tally won't be found on the the shore that night, she's well aware of that. If she would be, it won't be her sister waiting there. It'll be something dark, something dangerous and nasty, hoping to drag her down int the depths.
But even that, even the creeping ghost that waits beneath the water, seems like it would be better than going back to her empty house.
Christ Almighty, she missed her. She mist her so much that the ache in her chest felt like it would bring her to hr knees.
And what if she were wrong? What if Tally was there, waiting in the water, all sweetness and sugar. What if all she needed was her big sister to come and play in the water a little.
Hadley shakes her head, forcing herself to move away from the river. She can't be here, she doesn't need to be doing this to herself.
There's nothing in the water but old ghosts, nothing but the ache of loss and the reminder that she fucked up and she fucked up good.
And she doesn't need that reminder.
Title: a house too big to fit
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 1. Ghost
Spilt Ink; 19. You are nobody's hero. And nobody needs you. Desperately.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage>)
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG
Warnings: loss of a sibling
Notes: I'm not sure whether I am asking for a tag for this one because doing that would mean I am dooming myself ot a story of river witches, sirens, ghosts and all sorts of strange stuff you find in a small town by the riverside. On the other hand....
Hadley doesn't sleep much anymore. She tries, tosses and turns in her bed, counts sheep and stars outside her window. She prays to the moon and to God and to anything that will listen to her.
Not that she's sure much is out there to listen, not anything good anyway.
She remembers when sleep wasn't so hard, when she could dream easy and wake up rested. It feels like forever ago, a dog's age, but it was only a few months ago. Hardly any time at all.
But she'snot slept well since then and she knows she won't be sleeping well for a good long while yet. She's got penance on her mind, she's got guilt and pain and grief.
She's got far too much on her mind for a girl her age and none of it is sweet and light.
The little house she used to share is empty now, save for her. She feels how big it is these days, how much space was taken up by other people and how, now that she's alone, it really doesn't fit her anymore.
Yet it's her home and she know she'll have hell finding anywhere else to settle around here.
Then again, she's not even sure she wants to stay. Maybe getting out is the best option.
But Coltron is home, it's where she grew up, where she met her first girlfriend, where her parents are and where her sister is. Where she'll always be.
Hadley makes her way outside, bare toes wiggling in the grass for a moment. She recalls Tally doing the same thing, giggling and chasing frogs, her goes wiggling in the grass like little worms.
It makes her feel a little sick.
She walks, letting her feet carry her where they may. it didn't much matter where she winds up, she just wanted to move.
But as she hears the sounds of the river, she wonders if she was wrong to go wandering.
The wind picks up and all in a rush, she remembers. She sees Tally, bright and happy. She sees her playing in the water, chasing fish and trying ot catch them with her bare hands. She sees her climbing trees and diving off the branches into the water. It always scared Hadley when she did it but Tally was always fine.
Something whispers in the wind, ghosts pulling at her, trying ot get her to come closer but she says no, turns her back on the river.
Tally won't be found on the the shore that night, she's well aware of that. If she would be, it won't be her sister waiting there. It'll be something dark, something dangerous and nasty, hoping to drag her down int the depths.
But even that, even the creeping ghost that waits beneath the water, seems like it would be better than going back to her empty house.
Christ Almighty, she missed her. She mist her so much that the ache in her chest felt like it would bring her to hr knees.
And what if she were wrong? What if Tally was there, waiting in the water, all sweetness and sugar. What if all she needed was her big sister to come and play in the water a little.
Hadley shakes her head, forcing herself to move away from the river. She can't be here, she doesn't need to be doing this to herself.
There's nothing in the water but old ghosts, nothing but the ache of loss and the reminder that she fucked up and she fucked up good.
And she doesn't need that reminder.
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bounces Yay! I really need to poke at this entire thing a lot more but I wanna pet Hadley.
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I will probably do more with this crew, I'm just trying to tell myself that I shouldn't do it just yet. Even though exploring the world is gonna be a blast.
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Hadley is great. SHe's someone who I really want to work with more, I just need to figure out more on the world and the myths and whatnot.