now you want to ask me 'how?' // it's like how does your heart beat // and why do you breathe?
RP Sample
Everything seemed sort of floaty, and not in a good way. More like detached, like a balloon that a little kid let go of in the park on a sunny day. It just floats up and up towards the bright blue sky, the sun streaming down on it, like nothing's wrong, or ever going to be wrong again. But there's an achy look on that little kid's face as they watch the balloon leave them. It's loss. And it doesn't care how bright the sun is shining.
It still feels like part of you is floating away with that balloon.
And the next part is when the kid's parental tugs on their hand and goes 'C'mon, little Tommy, let's go' and the little kid has to figure out what they're going to do now, because they're never getting that balloon back.
All these thoughts drifted through Buffy Summers' head now, as the bus rolled over rocks on the roads, small hills, leaving a bigger gap between everyone on the bus and the gaping hole that was back there. Back where the balloon floated into the sun.
A light, talk about ironic, for him to go out in a ball of light. She shook her head against the thought. Wasn't light though, it was burning. A lot more fitting, really. Out in fire. It conjured up the image of the balloon floating into the sun again.
She didn't want to look around, but her head moved involuntarily to survey the others, do a status check. She didn't want to see it, knew there was pain all over the inside of this vehicle, people grieving, people still shocked. But if she didn't bother to check on them, who would?
They were just girls.
Scratch that, she corrected herself, seeing the expressions on some of the faces gathered. Not just girls anymore, if that's what they were going into this.
She waffled for a moment over whether to add that to the pile of victories or the running tally of losses.
Dawn caught her eye, on the other side of the aisle. They held each other's gazes for a long moment, and then the corner of Dawn's mouth crooked up, and a smile of affection, of something like gratitude and relief, came into her eyes.
Definitely with the victory today, Buffy thought, as she returned the expression -- and the emotion.
Everything seemed sort of floaty, and not in a good way. More like detached, like a balloon that a little kid let go of in the park on a sunny day. It just floats up and up towards the bright blue sky, the sun streaming down on it, like nothing's wrong, or ever going to be wrong again. But there's an achy look on that little kid's face as they watch the balloon leave them. It's loss. And it doesn't care how bright the sun is shining.
It still feels like part of you is floating away with that balloon.
And the next part is when the kid's parental tugs on their hand and goes 'C'mon, little Tommy, let's go' and the little kid has to figure out what they're going to do now, because they're never getting that balloon back.
All these thoughts drifted through Buffy Summers' head now, as the bus rolled over rocks on the roads, small hills, leaving a bigger gap between everyone on the bus and the gaping hole that was back there. Back where the balloon floated into the sun.
A light, talk about ironic, for him to go out in a ball of light. She shook her head against the thought. Wasn't light though, it was burning. A lot more fitting, really. Out in fire. It conjured up the image of the balloon floating into the sun again.
She didn't want to look around, but her head moved involuntarily to survey the others, do a status check. She didn't want to see it, knew there was pain all over the inside of this vehicle, people grieving, people still shocked. But if she didn't bother to check on them, who would?
They were just girls.
Scratch that, she corrected herself, seeing the expressions on some of the faces gathered. Not just girls anymore, if that's what they were going into this.
She waffled for a moment over whether to add that to the pile of victories or the running tally of losses.
Dawn caught her eye, on the other side of the aisle. They held each other's gazes for a long moment, and then the corner of Dawn's mouth crooked up, and a smile of affection, of something like gratitude and relief, came into her eyes.
Definitely with the victory today, Buffy thought, as she returned the expression -- and the emotion.