FM Challenge #40 - Protection
Until now, I’ve never thought about protection, strong and wilful, it never occurred to me that anything would every touch the sheer veneer of innocence that I’d surrounded myself like a warm coat one pulls tightly around them in the dark cold solitude of winter.
Schooled in the ways of a Romany; my tutelage included the spells and incantations the clan used to protect themselves, curse others, and for some that was their lively hood.
Like a teenager, I felt invincible, as if I would live forever. I’d cheated death, too many times, and come out alive. I never worried about dying, it was a different protection I needed.
Instead, I protected myself from the prying eyes of the world, keeping the identity of my true self a secret, to everyone I let in, my only fear that he they would find out, what at that time, I thought was my greatest secret.
My protection, my job, the lies I wove into the most ornate of webs, an untruth that went so deep, even I began to believe in it.
Now, I’ve lost everything, the identity I’d guarded so fiercely, my past and future, and the vessel that gave me breathe.
Different now, back as something more, what do I have to protect? Or am I here to protect someone or something?
I don’t need protection, but at times, when its dark, and I’m alone, I’d like there to be someone to protect me.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count: 246
Schooled in the ways of a Romany; my tutelage included the spells and incantations the clan used to protect themselves, curse others, and for some that was their lively hood.
Like a teenager, I felt invincible, as if I would live forever. I’d cheated death, too many times, and come out alive. I never worried about dying, it was a different protection I needed.
Instead, I protected myself from the prying eyes of the world, keeping the identity of my true self a secret, to everyone I let in, my only fear that he they would find out, what at that time, I thought was my greatest secret.
My protection, my job, the lies I wove into the most ornate of webs, an untruth that went so deep, even I began to believe in it.
Now, I’ve lost everything, the identity I’d guarded so fiercely, my past and future, and the vessel that gave me breathe.
Different now, back as something more, what do I have to protect? Or am I here to protect someone or something?
I don’t need protection, but at times, when its dark, and I’m alone, I’d like there to be someone to protect me.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count: 246