Changeling
Robyn sat down on a chair in the upstairs appartment of the gallery and staired blankly at her own hands. They seemed so small now in remembering how hard she tried to bring such a large life back into being. She could paint murals 20 feet tall, she could climb crow's nests, she could do so much with them... but when they were ment for action they were small... feeble... just as they had been so long ago when it was Skipper not breathing.
she consentrated on the scar tissue, the small lines that had appeared 3 months ago to tell her she was going to have children, the calluses, the bitten nails... they were just hands... they spun miricles of paint... nothing more.
she sobbed for hours. the one chance to save beings that meant something to her dashed to the wind as quickly as it gave hope. there was no cure for this sadness but time... perhaps there was none at all left to use.
she stood in front of empty canvas. 8 feet tall and held in place by the pully system they installed when they first started working on this place. she began to paint. she had not painted this visage sense she lost him 4 years ago. how simple and childlike she had been then. with no worries. perhaps being alive in your heart is better then being dead all together.
she cried and painted for hours and hours until she smelled food. her stomach rumbled and she looked to the door, opening it she found candy kisses that lead her down to a meal Leon made her and he was there as well.
Leon made everything better. So did Thorn. When no one else was there, he family was. Leon just held her. it was better then anything in this world. it told her everything would work out. it made her have hope and faith at the end of this dark tunnel.
She needed to go to Marlena and Marie soon. Needed to ask them questions. hopeing they will say yes. Such a big family to have. such a big, twisted, saddened family.
she consentrated on the scar tissue, the small lines that had appeared 3 months ago to tell her she was going to have children, the calluses, the bitten nails... they were just hands... they spun miricles of paint... nothing more.
she sobbed for hours. the one chance to save beings that meant something to her dashed to the wind as quickly as it gave hope. there was no cure for this sadness but time... perhaps there was none at all left to use.
she stood in front of empty canvas. 8 feet tall and held in place by the pully system they installed when they first started working on this place. she began to paint. she had not painted this visage sense she lost him 4 years ago. how simple and childlike she had been then. with no worries. perhaps being alive in your heart is better then being dead all together.
she cried and painted for hours and hours until she smelled food. her stomach rumbled and she looked to the door, opening it she found candy kisses that lead her down to a meal Leon made her and he was there as well.
Leon made everything better. So did Thorn. When no one else was there, he family was. Leon just held her. it was better then anything in this world. it told her everything would work out. it made her have hope and faith at the end of this dark tunnel.
She needed to go to Marlena and Marie soon. Needed to ask them questions. hopeing they will say yes. Such a big family to have. such a big, twisted, saddened family.