03. Stormy - Weather: Septych - Fiction[NET]
It's a beautiful world they live in. One they’re blessed to know of, and know that mankind has never touched it. They know of mankind. They’re the breed who are responsible for those horrible noises that streak across the sky and sound from the corners of their land. They avoid mankind, always.
When the sun doesn’t show though, they blame mankind for that as well, but then they’re just joking. Anything bad, anything they don’t like comes down to be blamed on them even if they know it’s wrong. It’s just easier to peg their fear on them though…
In their world, when the sun doesn't peer out it was a different place entirely. The colours fade away with the rain and everyone hides as noises crash and ring through their delicate ears, and the creatures of forest full of wonders mourn the loss of their sun until it returns.
Everyone hides, shivers wet and soaking under large leaves and the thick canopy of the trees. No one dances or sings and tumbles as if born of magic, and no one smiles or mingles with another. The new comer, Icarus, is out of sight somewhere hidden away in one of the few warm places and she wants to know where he is. Wants to make sure that he's safe. She’ll be teased by the others though if she makes a show of wanting to know where he is…
Not that she’d mind being teased. She’s fairly used to it, as her skin is such a different colour to theirs. They say that as if it’s a bad thing, and she wonders how long Icarus has to stay in their world until they turn on him as well and treat him the same.
She’d never treat him differently for it. She could never be that cruel to another creature.
It’s been storming for days now, there’s talk about whether it’ll ever stop or not. What if it doesn’t and the colours never return again? It gets steamy here during the rain, the heat gets trapped beneath the wall of leaves and branches and it makes us feel hot and clammy…
What if I never see Icarus again because he stays hidden away from the rain?
What if we all just…melt away?
I want the sun to shine again, all of this stormy weather is scary for the young ones and boring for the rest. I want to see Icarus again, he’s interesting and bright and new and…well…what if he leaves?
I can’t think like this, it’s too hot and too noisy and I need to stretch out. I tip myself upside down, balancing on my lithe arms on upraised sticks, and twist my body this way and that, feeling my bones shift easily and my muscles thank me for the movement. We only know of pleasure, it’s all we live for, and we love our talents. They’re who we are, without these I don’t know what we would do day after day. I’m just thankful mine can be displayed even when it’s raining and storming like this.
Oh - he’s appeared. He’s behind me, watching in silence as I twist automatically, I try to ignore that he’s there but how can I? He’s electric, his face is so soft and lovely…
What if he thinks I’m a freak as well? Even if he’s white and no one else is…what if they’ve pointed out to him what a freak I am?
Maybe I want it to keep being stormy. …Just for a little while longer…
<--- 02. Sun Shower || 04. Windy --->
When the sun doesn’t show though, they blame mankind for that as well, but then they’re just joking. Anything bad, anything they don’t like comes down to be blamed on them even if they know it’s wrong. It’s just easier to peg their fear on them though…
In their world, when the sun doesn't peer out it was a different place entirely. The colours fade away with the rain and everyone hides as noises crash and ring through their delicate ears, and the creatures of forest full of wonders mourn the loss of their sun until it returns.
Everyone hides, shivers wet and soaking under large leaves and the thick canopy of the trees. No one dances or sings and tumbles as if born of magic, and no one smiles or mingles with another. The new comer, Icarus, is out of sight somewhere hidden away in one of the few warm places and she wants to know where he is. Wants to make sure that he's safe. She’ll be teased by the others though if she makes a show of wanting to know where he is…
Not that she’d mind being teased. She’s fairly used to it, as her skin is such a different colour to theirs. They say that as if it’s a bad thing, and she wonders how long Icarus has to stay in their world until they turn on him as well and treat him the same.
She’d never treat him differently for it. She could never be that cruel to another creature.
It’s been storming for days now, there’s talk about whether it’ll ever stop or not. What if it doesn’t and the colours never return again? It gets steamy here during the rain, the heat gets trapped beneath the wall of leaves and branches and it makes us feel hot and clammy…
What if I never see Icarus again because he stays hidden away from the rain?
What if we all just…melt away?
I want the sun to shine again, all of this stormy weather is scary for the young ones and boring for the rest. I want to see Icarus again, he’s interesting and bright and new and…well…what if he leaves?
I can’t think like this, it’s too hot and too noisy and I need to stretch out. I tip myself upside down, balancing on my lithe arms on upraised sticks, and twist my body this way and that, feeling my bones shift easily and my muscles thank me for the movement. We only know of pleasure, it’s all we live for, and we love our talents. They’re who we are, without these I don’t know what we would do day after day. I’m just thankful mine can be displayed even when it’s raining and storming like this.
Oh - he’s appeared. He’s behind me, watching in silence as I twist automatically, I try to ignore that he’s there but how can I? He’s electric, his face is so soft and lovely…
What if he thinks I’m a freak as well? Even if he’s white and no one else is…what if they’ve pointed out to him what a freak I am?
Maybe I want it to keep being stormy. …Just for a little while longer…
<--- 02. Sun Shower || 04. Windy --->