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rainbowfic2016-07-14 09:28 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-07-14 09:28 pm
Entry tags:
Avocado
Name: Sebastian
Story: Golden, Broken Or Lost
Colors: Avocado: 6) The exodus is here / The happy ones are near / Let's get together / Before we get much older The Who: Baba O'Riley
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 540
Warnings: Nothing really
Summary: The Little Mermaid was never alone.
Notes Guess who's back? HOpefully for more than a story or two even! It's been crazy around here what with moving and all that but I want to try and get back into the swing of words, so we'll see if I can't manage a little evry few days.
There are more of them out there, the voiceless girls with bleeding feet. There are so many of them willing to sacrifice what they have because of a foolish notion of love. She's different, though, she knows better than that.
(Well, not all the girls will. Some of them are like her, some of them run away. Some of them swim deep into the ocean and become the very witches girls like her are supposed to go to. Others find their way out in different ways. Stil others disappear entirely, letting their bodies fall away and their souls pass on to wherever creatures like them go)
It doesn't matter what her name is, or even whose daughter she had been. She was yet another young girl of the sea, singing, and swimming and almost, almost, falling in love.
But her heart isn't for flights of fancy or pretty boys who fall in her sea during storms.
She wants something else, something different.
She wants a world of her own, a world for the taking, and she will find her own way there.
What she doesn't realize is there are others, other girls who don't fall for sailors or princes. Other girls who long for a change created by their own doing, rather than having something drive them. They want their voices and they want their freedom and they want to rise above the waves and feel the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair.
They find her, though, hearing her songs from far away, knowing the longing that sits between her words. They recognize it as their own and they act, offering her freedom, offering her a place to go that is even large and more strange than the ocean she calls home.
One of them offers her their hand, smiles at her and promises an adventure.
~
The fox sits at the edge of the water, her tail swiping back and forth in the sand. She knows they're coming, the horde of girls seeking something more than what they have. She's eager to meet them, knows they'll be passionate and longing and definitely not dull in the least.
She sees one head, then two then more. They flood the shore, bringing her gifts from the sea. Anything from fish to shells, to pieces of wrecked ships. They bring her offerings and she sweeps them all up into her bags before looking over the collective.
She knows they're ready, knows that they want to be rid of the shackles the ocean has put up on them. She sees it in their eyes, the way they watch her every move, waiting for the cue that says they will be able to rise from the water, run on two legs, and seek freedom.
The fox considers holding off, considers playing a game with them to see how long they can wait but she thinks better of it. It's cruel to play with the desperate that way and she's better than that these days.
"Well, ladies." The fox bares her teeth, though not in an unfriendly way. "How about we take a walk?"
The cheer that erupts from the shore is something she won't forget for a long time.
Story: Golden, Broken Or Lost
Colors: Avocado: 6) The exodus is here / The happy ones are near / Let's get together / Before we get much older The Who: Baba O'Riley
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 540
Warnings: Nothing really
Summary: The Little Mermaid was never alone.
Notes Guess who's back? HOpefully for more than a story or two even! It's been crazy around here what with moving and all that but I want to try and get back into the swing of words, so we'll see if I can't manage a little evry few days.
There are more of them out there, the voiceless girls with bleeding feet. There are so many of them willing to sacrifice what they have because of a foolish notion of love. She's different, though, she knows better than that.
(Well, not all the girls will. Some of them are like her, some of them run away. Some of them swim deep into the ocean and become the very witches girls like her are supposed to go to. Others find their way out in different ways. Stil others disappear entirely, letting their bodies fall away and their souls pass on to wherever creatures like them go)
It doesn't matter what her name is, or even whose daughter she had been. She was yet another young girl of the sea, singing, and swimming and almost, almost, falling in love.
But her heart isn't for flights of fancy or pretty boys who fall in her sea during storms.
She wants something else, something different.
She wants a world of her own, a world for the taking, and she will find her own way there.
What she doesn't realize is there are others, other girls who don't fall for sailors or princes. Other girls who long for a change created by their own doing, rather than having something drive them. They want their voices and they want their freedom and they want to rise above the waves and feel the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair.
They find her, though, hearing her songs from far away, knowing the longing that sits between her words. They recognize it as their own and they act, offering her freedom, offering her a place to go that is even large and more strange than the ocean she calls home.
One of them offers her their hand, smiles at her and promises an adventure.
~
The fox sits at the edge of the water, her tail swiping back and forth in the sand. She knows they're coming, the horde of girls seeking something more than what they have. She's eager to meet them, knows they'll be passionate and longing and definitely not dull in the least.
She sees one head, then two then more. They flood the shore, bringing her gifts from the sea. Anything from fish to shells, to pieces of wrecked ships. They bring her offerings and she sweeps them all up into her bags before looking over the collective.
She knows they're ready, knows that they want to be rid of the shackles the ocean has put up on them. She sees it in their eyes, the way they watch her every move, waiting for the cue that says they will be able to rise from the water, run on two legs, and seek freedom.
The fox considers holding off, considers playing a game with them to see how long they can wait but she thinks better of it. It's cruel to play with the desperate that way and she's better than that these days.
"Well, ladies." The fox bares her teeth, though not in an unfriendly way. "How about we take a walk?"
The cheer that erupts from the shore is something she won't forget for a long time.
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<3333333 I am so, so glad.
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Thank you! :D