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Post by Lynnette Chevalier on Jul 11, 2010 2:39:02 GMT -5
Lynnette pursed her lips together as she walked down the street. It had been such a long time since she had been outside the orphanage, let alone outside of her room. She liked to to stay in a comfortable confined space where people would leave her alone. Where people would not judge her. Her hazel eyes scanned across the land as she entered the once familiar park. Beautifully coloured plants danced around the park. It was so pretty and she wondered as to why she had not been out here earlier.
Whispers in her head talked and talked. They told her that she should not be out here. That there were people who would hurt her like the other adults had in the orphanage. Lynnette laughed and danced to the music that went on in her head. "Mean old grown ups will only get hurt if they try and touch me," she laughed inanely, falling to the ground.
The grass felt so nice against her skin. She surely had been missing a lot. Looking up at the sky, she watched the clouds form a mouth. It laughed at her then told her that a familiar person she had known for a while was coming. Lynnette narrowed her eyes. The voices always lied to her. Always got her in trouble with people. Getting up from the ground, she walked down the path, running her hand across some of the flowers. "It is so pretty out here. Yet underneath it all, it is deceiving. You lie to me and the others around. Pretend to be beautiful but secretly plot with your ugliness. Why do you exist like I do?" she asked and talked to herself, people looking at her questioningly as she passed by them. |
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Post by Eowyn Walker on Jul 11, 2010 19:46:41 GMT -5
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There was, as it would be, a reunion.
Eowyn spotted her from afar (always from afar, she thought). Lynette twirled under a grey sky, babbling to herself. Perhaps people were staring, but the Aristocrat didn’t check—Lynnette always had her reasons for doing everything, just she did. For a moment Eowyn paused, gazed across the park. And then she walked.
She found a sweet shop several blocks away, wandered in. The shelves were lined with colourful candies, the smell of sugar and chocolate lingering in the air. A pack of children stood around the doorway, whining their desperation for a taste, banging on windows, pawing at jars of candy. The shopkeeper bellowed angrily at them—undignified in his fury, Eowyn thought that even now, he must’ve envied their effervescence. Could adults remember their youth—the sheer magnitude with which they had felt and desired? She tried to imagine what it felt like, to die (because, really, there was no other way to describe it). Logically, she ought to feel it beginning now, but then, she’d never been much of a child in the first place.
She lingered near the back, a display of lollies in front of her. The colours of the wrappers were bright and shiny, sporting obnoxious names like ‘Grape Delight’ and ‘Cherry Snow.’ Carelessly grabbing two small lollies, Eowyn smiled absently as she passed a young boy—six or seven at the most—stuffing his patched army jacket with sweets. The proprietor had produced a broom from the back, and was thrusting it into the children’s faces, whacking those who retaliated. Stepping past, she walked back down the street, lollies in hand.
The park was cool, the sky somewhat overcast, and small patches of sunlight flickered over the grass. Lynnette was no longer dancing, but sprawled across the ground, dark hair fanned out around her head, like a halo. Eowyn made her way over, sinking down wordlessly to lie beside the other girl. The grass tickled her back, still felt damp from last night’s rainfall. If she were the sort to think of such things, perhaps she’d be unnerved by this—laying in the middle of Hyde Park with her former friend—but here they were nonetheless.
For a while she was silent, breathing calm and quiet (she could hear Lynnette breathing too, thought perhaps they kept the same pace), before carefully unwrapping one of the lollies, its colour such a vibrant shade of red that when she placed it in her mouth, the sickly sweet taste felt almost familiar. Cherry, she thought. Silently handing the other to her friend, there they were, as if none of it had happened—war or violence or separation.
Because she was Eowyn, and this was Lynnette, and the things that ran between them, whatever they were, could not be undone so easily.
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tag: lynnette
status: first post
words: 472
music: one million ways to be cruel - ok-go
other: the whole cherry lolly thing is a reference to eowyn's thread with lily.
credit: me!
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Post by Lynnette Chevalier on Jul 11, 2010 21:33:04 GMT -5
Lying on the ground once again Lynnette looked at the sky. What if the voices were not wrong. What if she was going to see someone she had once known oh so well? The only name she could think of was Eowyn. The brunette girl was always so kind, but they were torn apart. The thought made her frown as she heard voices telling her to get out of the park because there were people out to get her again. Shushing the voices, she closed her eyes, taking in the smells and the sounds. "I will stay here and see what happens," she smiled, opening her eyes once again.
Her light eyes spotted someone next to her. How had she not sensed the girl before? Heard her? Turning her head to the side, a bright smile went across her lips. It was her. The girl who she had befriended so long ago. Laying there in the reminiscing energy she laughed. Torn apart for so many months yet they lay there as if nothing had happened. As if this was a normal day they would see each other. Her breathing was average and she could tell that Eowyn's was too. Even after all the time apart, did they still connect? Did they still have the old powerful friendship that they had had before all the violence and blood? Before the riot and separation? Lynnette grinned when the voices in her head talked again. She is not the girl you used to know, she has changed and she hates you with a passion.
Eowyn hate her? She held back a laugh as she looked back at the oh so familiar girl next to her, who was now sucking on a lollipop. The cherry smell of the lolly filled her nose. Taking the extra lollipop, she stripped the hard candy of its dressing and popped it in her mouth. The muscles tightened in her mouth as the lollipops flavour rushed around. It had been too long since she had had a lolly. Strawberry. Her tongue rummaged around the lollipop happily before she pulled the lollipop out and sat up, twisting around so she could face Eowyn. "You seem different," Lynnette stated, putting her hand up in front of Eowyn, as if to feel her her difference from afar, but also wanting to touch the girl once again. |
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Post by Eowyn Walker on Jul 24, 2010 12:54:37 GMT -5
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The things she missed: Silence (sometimes, Eowyn didn’t speak at all). Silly questions (not stupid questions, mind you, but when Lynnette turned her and asked something nonsensical, she always seemed to have stumbled onto the kind of truth no one else could). Laughter (so often it had been honest). Summer heat. Waking up, thinking she could still smell Lynnette on her clothing.
The thing she didn’t miss: Caring.
Taking the lolly from her mouth, Eowyn offered a faint smile—fond, but muted. “Do I?” she asked, tilting her head back, legs flush against the ground beneath them—she wondered if it might swallow her. The sun flickered behind a sea of clouds, turning a vivid shade of orange, tingeing Lynnette’s hair and darkening her features. She might have smiled, but Eowyn couldn’t be sure. “It’s a small crime,” she murmured quietly, looking away. Her gaze fixed on a kite fluttering in the wind, tugging on its master. A girl—young, blonde—struggled against the pull, crying out for her friend, or a parent, maybe, to help. The kite fluttered violently. “Someone always does.”
She knew they weren’t talking about her anymore, not really, and maybe she meant her father, or the Fausts (because possibly they hadn’t been born monsters), or even Lynnette. There would be no grudge held on Eowyn’s part. Not a real one. Grudges were for people who were wounded, who’d been moved, and she supposed that didn’t apply to her. Eowyn glanced back up at the other girl. “You haven’t hurt me,” she said blankly, gaze hardening.
It was sort of surprising too, because she hadn’t said anything so deliberately hurtful, so unkind, in a while. Or at least, not to Lynnette. For a moment, she felt guarded, her shoulders tensing, skin crawling, emotions filtering across her face—irritation, tenderness, bitterness, tiredness. (Sometimes she hadn’t the energy for indifference.) It was when a pale hand raised in front of her, settled tentatively in the air, that she settled for weariness. Lynnette’s palm was warm to the touch, or hers was cold, grazing over the skin before she pressed them fully together. Her smile—genuine—was invitation. “You — are the same,” Eowyn said wanly, interlocking their fingers.
(And somewhere in the distance, a kite snapped.)
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tag: lynnette
status: incomplete
words: 375
music: breathe me - sia
other: this post is shit, i know, and it took me way too long. hope you caught my note in the c-box - i had a huge paper to write. anyway, trying to catch up!
credit: me!
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