31_days; August 19
Title: the body is a cage
Day/Theme: August 19; there's a bird that nests inside you
Fandom: Original (Dusted Timestamps)
Characters/Pairing: Li (Ly), someone new omg!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Notes: I really should make a list of all the names this girl goes by, orz.
She is not sure what lead her to the fortune teller tent: a dare from friends, sheer boredom, or perhaps a simple curiosity of what the mythical could tell her. What matters not is why she came there though, but that she came.
The tent is dimly lit save for trinkets gleaming from candle light, and the woman at the far end wrapped in dark purple and midnight-blue clothes is not easy to pick out. She looks up at her with a smile, wise and old and perhaps just a bit expectant. Li grips her schoolbag just a bit tighter and tries not to think too much.
“My child,” her voice echoes against the tarp, like beach glass rubbed round: smooth, light, “come, sit here. I shall tell you all you need.”
She nods and walks slowly, measured footsteps that are too loud in the solemn quiet of this gypsy tent.
“Now then my child,” says the woman as she takes her seat in front of her, “why don’t you tell me your name.”
“Lilianne. Lilianne Liss, though my friends call me Li.”
A smile again, with eyes that seem to shine. “Very well Miss Li, and you may call me Mother Ethinia. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
She blows a breath, and Li swears that it appears as a blue, blue cloud; it crystallizes, breaks, and before her are glass shards that promise blood if touched.
“Tell me Miss Li, what is it that you want? I guarantee that my glass knows.”
The words are out of my mouth before she has time to think. “I want to know myself.”
Mother Ethinia laughs, the sound spread thin, smoke. “A vague request I might say, but an important one nonetheless. Very well, I shall look.”
Tan hands slip out from under the dark, dark robes to reach for a shard that lies in the left corner of the table. Her touch looks feather-light, but not even the softest of contacts can spare her from the prick; her face remains smooth, however, and she cradles the glass like a gift.
She smiles, again, but Li thinks that it does not quite reach her eyes; she swallows and worries for her self.
“There are wings inside you, Miss Li.”
Blinking, the only thing she can manage is a meek, “…oh.”
“There are wings, and they beat rapidly against your ribs and spine, frantic. They wish to take flight and escape the gravity of the world, to be able to rise and never have to fall down. However,” she looks at her, straight into her eyes, and Li thinks that her eyes are sad, so sad, “do you know why they simply haven’t yet?”
Li shakes her head no.
“They don’t have the time to.”
Six words, only six, but she feels them hang in the air, heavy and set in stone. Her heart lurches, and there’s a tiny, tiny part of her locked far in the back of her mind screaming This is it, this is it, I know I know I know, what do I do to gain more time, how do I fly?
But the Li in the tent cannot hear this, and she dismisses the cold sweat as something silly.
“I won’t be taking charge; this is a valuable piece of information that I ask for you to keep at all times,” Mother Ethinia interrupts. “You must keep it with you.”
Her responding nod is slow and unsure, and she wonders why she thought this was a good idea in the first place. “Uh, right. Right. Well then, I believe I shall take my leave now, Mother Ethinia. Thank you, I think.”
She stands up and begins to walk, but when her feet are just short of the entrance, Mother Ethinia speaks once more. “Miss Li.”
She turns around. “Yes?”
Mother Ethinia’s lips tremble for a second, as if she struggles with the words, but her eyes close and she merely whispers, “I’m sorry.”
Li tilts her head. “For what?”
“You… you will know in due time.”
She nods her head one last time, steps out of the tent, and in six months will know the meaning of the fortune teller’s words.
Day/Theme: August 19; there's a bird that nests inside you
Fandom: Original (Dusted Timestamps)
Characters/Pairing: Li (Ly), someone new omg!
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Notes: I really should make a list of all the names this girl goes by, orz.
She is not sure what lead her to the fortune teller tent: a dare from friends, sheer boredom, or perhaps a simple curiosity of what the mythical could tell her. What matters not is why she came there though, but that she came.
The tent is dimly lit save for trinkets gleaming from candle light, and the woman at the far end wrapped in dark purple and midnight-blue clothes is not easy to pick out. She looks up at her with a smile, wise and old and perhaps just a bit expectant. Li grips her schoolbag just a bit tighter and tries not to think too much.
“My child,” her voice echoes against the tarp, like beach glass rubbed round: smooth, light, “come, sit here. I shall tell you all you need.”
She nods and walks slowly, measured footsteps that are too loud in the solemn quiet of this gypsy tent.
“Now then my child,” says the woman as she takes her seat in front of her, “why don’t you tell me your name.”
“Lilianne. Lilianne Liss, though my friends call me Li.”
A smile again, with eyes that seem to shine. “Very well Miss Li, and you may call me Mother Ethinia. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
She blows a breath, and Li swears that it appears as a blue, blue cloud; it crystallizes, breaks, and before her are glass shards that promise blood if touched.
“Tell me Miss Li, what is it that you want? I guarantee that my glass knows.”
The words are out of my mouth before she has time to think. “I want to know myself.”
Mother Ethinia laughs, the sound spread thin, smoke. “A vague request I might say, but an important one nonetheless. Very well, I shall look.”
Tan hands slip out from under the dark, dark robes to reach for a shard that lies in the left corner of the table. Her touch looks feather-light, but not even the softest of contacts can spare her from the prick; her face remains smooth, however, and she cradles the glass like a gift.
She smiles, again, but Li thinks that it does not quite reach her eyes; she swallows and worries for her self.
“There are wings inside you, Miss Li.”
Blinking, the only thing she can manage is a meek, “…oh.”
“There are wings, and they beat rapidly against your ribs and spine, frantic. They wish to take flight and escape the gravity of the world, to be able to rise and never have to fall down. However,” she looks at her, straight into her eyes, and Li thinks that her eyes are sad, so sad, “do you know why they simply haven’t yet?”
Li shakes her head no.
“They don’t have the time to.”
Six words, only six, but she feels them hang in the air, heavy and set in stone. Her heart lurches, and there’s a tiny, tiny part of her locked far in the back of her mind screaming This is it, this is it, I know I know I know, what do I do to gain more time, how do I fly?
But the Li in the tent cannot hear this, and she dismisses the cold sweat as something silly.
“I won’t be taking charge; this is a valuable piece of information that I ask for you to keep at all times,” Mother Ethinia interrupts. “You must keep it with you.”
Her responding nod is slow and unsure, and she wonders why she thought this was a good idea in the first place. “Uh, right. Right. Well then, I believe I shall take my leave now, Mother Ethinia. Thank you, I think.”
She stands up and begins to walk, but when her feet are just short of the entrance, Mother Ethinia speaks once more. “Miss Li.”
She turns around. “Yes?”
Mother Ethinia’s lips tremble for a second, as if she struggles with the words, but her eyes close and she merely whispers, “I’m sorry.”
Li tilts her head. “For what?”
“You… you will know in due time.”
She nods her head one last time, steps out of the tent, and in six months will know the meaning of the fortune teller’s words.