08-02-2018, 02:04 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]Her mind never really wandered towards the romantic scheme of things. Weddings and partnership, love and commitment, they were never things she took time to consider. Not that she didn't want to, her mind did flutter at the thought of having someone beside her forever, but her head was always in a different space, looking to accomplish something else, to achieve rather than desire. Truly, she had never attended a wedding until today, always thinking she'd only ever go to her own wedding, or her children's weddings.
See, that was her dilemma, she always foresaw these things to happen, like getting married and having a family, but she never actively pursued it. She thought that, with time, those life goals would just come easy and be completed without hesitation. In reality, it was ending up to be very different. She had never felt intimate enough to someone to want to be with them forever, even though Fischer was as trusting as she could be. She loved, she cared, and sometimes she did desire, but had never been rational enough to validate those feelings, to pursue any of it.
Maybe that's why Vandal was with Deldrach now. It was a fleeting thought, an intruder to her calm mindset. What a silly thing to think, to think of romance and weddings and to get reminded of Vandal and Deldrach. That was incredibly inappropriate to think ... she didn't think she still had to scold herself like that. But even as the feeling past, and the thought vanished from nearby memory, Fischer felt a bit cold, a bit pale, stepping towards the dome. Her gait was hesitant, trying not to brush too closely with others, but also showing how distant she was in thought, so far away from the island in her mind.
And again she's disciplining herself in her mind. Why can't she just shrug this feeling ... whatever it is, off of her? On a day such as this, so very important to the Captain and Jacob, as well as their families, why can't she sober up herself from this peculiar concoction of emotions. But she's stifled by the presence in the room that she can feel when she enters the dome. Though she can't see it, the elegance, the intimacy of the moment is hanging right over her, and it eases her, sheds her of her doubtful feelings and nurtures them into feelings of solemn joy for the couple. It was a refreshing moment that balanced her, letting the Privateer feel normal again.
Fischer had done her best to get ready, with no one to reference off of how to appear at a wedding. So she kept it simple, grooming herself beforehand, perfuming herself with some ripe bergamot, and sticking a bundle of baby's breath between her left ear. The black smoke had taken a seat towards the back, knowing she wouldn't be missing anything no matter where she sat. She was mildly upset she wouldn't get to see how everyone in the bridal party looked, but she was happy either way, heart taken away by the sweet lull of the music, and the comforting scents of her crewmates surrounding her as she spectated.
See, that was her dilemma, she always foresaw these things to happen, like getting married and having a family, but she never actively pursued it. She thought that, with time, those life goals would just come easy and be completed without hesitation. In reality, it was ending up to be very different. She had never felt intimate enough to someone to want to be with them forever, even though Fischer was as trusting as she could be. She loved, she cared, and sometimes she did desire, but had never been rational enough to validate those feelings, to pursue any of it.
Maybe that's why Vandal was with Deldrach now. It was a fleeting thought, an intruder to her calm mindset. What a silly thing to think, to think of romance and weddings and to get reminded of Vandal and Deldrach. That was incredibly inappropriate to think ... she didn't think she still had to scold herself like that. But even as the feeling past, and the thought vanished from nearby memory, Fischer felt a bit cold, a bit pale, stepping towards the dome. Her gait was hesitant, trying not to brush too closely with others, but also showing how distant she was in thought, so far away from the island in her mind.
And again she's disciplining herself in her mind. Why can't she just shrug this feeling ... whatever it is, off of her? On a day such as this, so very important to the Captain and Jacob, as well as their families, why can't she sober up herself from this peculiar concoction of emotions. But she's stifled by the presence in the room that she can feel when she enters the dome. Though she can't see it, the elegance, the intimacy of the moment is hanging right over her, and it eases her, sheds her of her doubtful feelings and nurtures them into feelings of solemn joy for the couple. It was a refreshing moment that balanced her, letting the Privateer feel normal again.
Fischer had done her best to get ready, with no one to reference off of how to appear at a wedding. So she kept it simple, grooming herself beforehand, perfuming herself with some ripe bergamot, and sticking a bundle of baby's breath between her left ear. The black smoke had taken a seat towards the back, knowing she wouldn't be missing anything no matter where she sat. She was mildly upset she wouldn't get to see how everyone in the bridal party looked, but she was happy either way, heart taken away by the sweet lull of the music, and the comforting scents of her crewmates surrounding her as she spectated.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags