in mid-fall
i just want to die anywhere else, if only i could die anywhere else. so come with me, let’s die anywhere else. anywhere, just not here. and if they ever hear my name, will they know i walked alone around these dusty streets — my tired old home.
Charlie isn’t thinking about bonfires that are supposed to eat your hopes and wishes (or about the things she would have written, had she taken part, which she didn’t). She isn’t thinking about that woman, in the sea, or how thinking about her makes the places where her teeth had punctured the girl’s skin burn.
At least, she’s trying not to think about those things.
In a few short months she will be old enough to move into the barracks and begin her training as a Halcyon, one of the few things she can remember wanting to do her whole life. And yet, every time she stands on the clifftops, or the beach, the sea seems to reach out for her. With every crash against the shore, and the rocks, it says come, come, come.
Right, not thinking about it.
The pegasus girl is wandering down the street, when she hears the singing. It’s a voice she recognizes but not one she’s ever heard sing, before. Charlie turns toward the shop, and steps inside. His smile almost surprises her as much as his singing. Today, she doesn’t feel like smiling, but because she’s not thinking about all the reasons why, she does it anyway.
“Yeah,” the girl says, glancing across the table to see what he was working on, “Hi, Hugo.” It’s impressive, certainly. The details are refined and crisp, and it’s clear that he knows how to work with a piece of leather with the same sort of care and precision that he does with steel. Charlie sort of shrugs a shoulder when he asks what she’s up to, because she’s not quite sure how to answer. “What is that for? It looks cool.”
At least, she’s trying not to think about those things.
In a few short months she will be old enough to move into the barracks and begin her training as a Halcyon, one of the few things she can remember wanting to do her whole life. And yet, every time she stands on the clifftops, or the beach, the sea seems to reach out for her. With every crash against the shore, and the rocks, it says come, come, come.
Right, not thinking about it.
The pegasus girl is wandering down the street, when she hears the singing. It’s a voice she recognizes but not one she’s ever heard sing, before. Charlie turns toward the shop, and steps inside. His smile almost surprises her as much as his singing. Today, she doesn’t feel like smiling, but because she’s not thinking about all the reasons why, she does it anyway.
“Yeah,” the girl says, glancing across the table to see what he was working on, “Hi, Hugo.” It’s impressive, certainly. The details are refined and crisp, and it’s clear that he knows how to work with a piece of leather with the same sort of care and precision that he does with steel. Charlie sort of shrugs a shoulder when he asks what she’s up to, because she’s not quite sure how to answer. “What is that for? It looks cool.”
@Hugo
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