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rainbowfic2015-08-18 04:55 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-18 04:55 pm
Spilt Ink, Under The Bed Black
Name: Sebastian
Title: i've had enough of crawling
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down
Colors: Spilt Ink: 23. No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.
Under The bed Black: 8. Monster
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage)
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG
Warnings: Depression? Kind of? I am not evne sure.
Notes: And we come to the song that kicked off the universe in my head to begin with. I have a mini soundtrack for this universe composed of a version of God's Gonna Cut You Down Bottom Of The River and while I've not been listening to those exclusively as I do these, I was tempted to.
Hadley grew up with stories about the river. Some were whispers form school, others were warnings form her parents. Still others were town gossip. No matter where she went, she was surrounded by the river.
Her ma told about sirens, singing girls who lured people into the water, only to keep them as their own or maybe eat them. She changed the story sometimes but the point was, you never got away when you were caught by a River Bird, as she sometimes called them.
She never believed mos of them, though she did happen to believe that the river was haunted by all sorts of ghosts. You don't grow up in Coltron and not believe in ghosts.
But Tally did. Tally believed all the stories and wore little runes around her neck to keep the creepies at bay. She always said the sirens would never get her anyway, that she wasn't pretty enough or something.
Hadley would shush her, telling her she was prettier than any River Bird who wanted to come around.
Now Hadley thinks about those days, remembers the stories and wishes she had believed more, had listened to her ma and remembered all the ways you could get back at the damn creatures.
But her ma was dead and probably wrong anyway. There might have been a grain of truth in it but it was diluted with years of gossip.
She remembers the girls at the river, remembers the conjuring they did. It sends her heart racing and makes her hands curl into fists. Anger rises up inside her chest and makes it tight and hard. She wants to hurt something but she doesn't. Nothing deserved what she wanted to do.
She could probably call in a favor, go down the river and find Old Carter and ask her for a trade of some kind but she had no idea if that batty river witch could do what she says or if she's had enough booze to kill all her brain cells and is just sitting back, laughing with the ghosts.
It doesn't much matter now anyway, there's little ot be done and not much to change. The river got Tally and it's gonna get her one day. She's spilled her blood on it's banks that means she's doomed. That's what the stories say and what her head keeps telling her.
She'll go the way of the ghosts and sirens, become a legend just all the others. She doesn't care, there's not much left for her here anyway. Bring on the mystery, bring on something new.
And maybe no one will know where she went, or who she was. Maybe she'll be lost like the old spells no one remembers. It's not worth fretting over.
She will embrace her new life as a legend.
Title: i've had enough of crawling
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down
Colors: Spilt Ink: 23. No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.
Under The bed Black: 8. Monster
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage)
Word Count: 468
Rating: PG
Warnings: Depression? Kind of? I am not evne sure.
Notes: And we come to the song that kicked off the universe in my head to begin with. I have a mini soundtrack for this universe composed of a version of God's Gonna Cut You Down Bottom Of The River and while I've not been listening to those exclusively as I do these, I was tempted to.
Hadley grew up with stories about the river. Some were whispers form school, others were warnings form her parents. Still others were town gossip. No matter where she went, she was surrounded by the river.
Her ma told about sirens, singing girls who lured people into the water, only to keep them as their own or maybe eat them. She changed the story sometimes but the point was, you never got away when you were caught by a River Bird, as she sometimes called them.
She never believed mos of them, though she did happen to believe that the river was haunted by all sorts of ghosts. You don't grow up in Coltron and not believe in ghosts.
But Tally did. Tally believed all the stories and wore little runes around her neck to keep the creepies at bay. She always said the sirens would never get her anyway, that she wasn't pretty enough or something.
Hadley would shush her, telling her she was prettier than any River Bird who wanted to come around.
Now Hadley thinks about those days, remembers the stories and wishes she had believed more, had listened to her ma and remembered all the ways you could get back at the damn creatures.
But her ma was dead and probably wrong anyway. There might have been a grain of truth in it but it was diluted with years of gossip.
She remembers the girls at the river, remembers the conjuring they did. It sends her heart racing and makes her hands curl into fists. Anger rises up inside her chest and makes it tight and hard. She wants to hurt something but she doesn't. Nothing deserved what she wanted to do.
She could probably call in a favor, go down the river and find Old Carter and ask her for a trade of some kind but she had no idea if that batty river witch could do what she says or if she's had enough booze to kill all her brain cells and is just sitting back, laughing with the ghosts.
It doesn't much matter now anyway, there's little ot be done and not much to change. The river got Tally and it's gonna get her one day. She's spilled her blood on it's banks that means she's doomed. That's what the stories say and what her head keeps telling her.
She'll go the way of the ghosts and sirens, become a legend just all the others. She doesn't care, there's not much left for her here anyway. Bring on the mystery, bring on something new.
And maybe no one will know where she went, or who she was. Maybe she'll be lost like the old spells no one remembers. It's not worth fretting over.
She will embrace her new life as a legend.
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Also "or if she's had enough booze to kill all her brain cells and is just sitting back, laughing with the ghosts." <-- Just wonderful image there
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I am so excited to poke at everyone in this, I really am. Old Carter is going to be a treat among an already fun set of people.
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:D Hadley and Tally will probably wind up consuming a small part of my brain at some pint, I'm just not sure when.
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She will one day. Just gotta get to that point.