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Character name: Poppy Alessandros
Fandom: OC
Disclaimers Warning: Poppy belongs to me, anything else belongs to whomever it may belong to.
Challenge Topic: Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone truly special to catch your heart.
Rating: PG
Comments
In my twenty years [grand, I know] this has happened to me precisely once. It was a real moment. One of those moments that I'd wax lyrical about if I were the kind to do such a thing. Unlike what books and movies, and peers who desperately wanted to be in books and movies, told me, my desire to nourish my body with wholesome meals was unaffected. I didn't sleep because I had better things to do. Thought patterns that already lacked a fairly linear structure did find a brand new focus but mostly when they were able to wander. Not so much an all-consuming Heathcliffian passion, more an active, healthy interest coupled with fledgling sexual stirrings. If you're not really willing to accept the idea of love, this is pretty much the closest thing.
I'm not shallow. I'll say that now. It wasn't his red convertible or that floppy haired good looks so characteristic of the nineties. I could quite gladly leave the flannel shirts. And even though you knew he had the kind of physique that would leave your gaze trailing him from under lashes, that wasn't what it was about. Entirely. Pretty packaging may catch the magpie's eye but really it's looking for something succulent to eat.
He slacked as I slacked. School was regarded as a formality that wasn't above being shirked. Not attending the monotony of classes meant there was more chance to catch a glimpse of him. As he failed the articulate and I simply chose against it, we both found that we could explore those so-called 'hidden depths' in song writing. When you're fourteen, it's so very kindred spirits.
But like all great romances, it was doomed before it even began. I was too young, too apathetic, too bored by stability to even want to tame someone else, and he was tragically fictional.
Jordan Catalano. If you don't know who that fine specimen is, you're really missing out.
I've never spent too long dwelling on what having feelings for someone on the old TV screen more than ever in this real life says about me. I suppose there are always reasons. Maybe I'm afraid of that big 'L' word. Maybe I can't admit to emotion and really believe that some flesh and blood boy could really like me. Maybe I'm just too afraid to 'let someone in'. Maybe it's routed in a loveless childhood, a thwarted adolescence, a stunted adulthood.
Answers on a postcard, and bonus points if you can throw in anything Freudian.
And maybe one day I'll grow up. Maybe I won't. After all, the line between the captured heart and the caged heart is a very fine one indeed.
Fandom: OC
Disclaimers Warning: Poppy belongs to me, anything else belongs to whomever it may belong to.
Challenge Topic: Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone truly special to catch your heart.
Rating: PG
Comments
In my twenty years [grand, I know] this has happened to me precisely once. It was a real moment. One of those moments that I'd wax lyrical about if I were the kind to do such a thing. Unlike what books and movies, and peers who desperately wanted to be in books and movies, told me, my desire to nourish my body with wholesome meals was unaffected. I didn't sleep because I had better things to do. Thought patterns that already lacked a fairly linear structure did find a brand new focus but mostly when they were able to wander. Not so much an all-consuming Heathcliffian passion, more an active, healthy interest coupled with fledgling sexual stirrings. If you're not really willing to accept the idea of love, this is pretty much the closest thing.
I'm not shallow. I'll say that now. It wasn't his red convertible or that floppy haired good looks so characteristic of the nineties. I could quite gladly leave the flannel shirts. And even though you knew he had the kind of physique that would leave your gaze trailing him from under lashes, that wasn't what it was about. Entirely. Pretty packaging may catch the magpie's eye but really it's looking for something succulent to eat.
He slacked as I slacked. School was regarded as a formality that wasn't above being shirked. Not attending the monotony of classes meant there was more chance to catch a glimpse of him. As he failed the articulate and I simply chose against it, we both found that we could explore those so-called 'hidden depths' in song writing. When you're fourteen, it's so very kindred spirits.
But like all great romances, it was doomed before it even began. I was too young, too apathetic, too bored by stability to even want to tame someone else, and he was tragically fictional.
Jordan Catalano. If you don't know who that fine specimen is, you're really missing out.
I've never spent too long dwelling on what having feelings for someone on the old TV screen more than ever in this real life says about me. I suppose there are always reasons. Maybe I'm afraid of that big 'L' word. Maybe I can't admit to emotion and really believe that some flesh and blood boy could really like me. Maybe I'm just too afraid to 'let someone in'. Maybe it's routed in a loveless childhood, a thwarted adolescence, a stunted adulthood.
Answers on a postcard, and bonus points if you can throw in anything Freudian.
And maybe one day I'll grow up. Maybe I won't. After all, the line between the captured heart and the caged heart is a very fine one indeed.