08-03-2018, 11:53 PM
BEATRICE
When Beatrice was just old enough to begin retaining memories, she could remember her mother singing in the kitchen as she prepared meals for their large family. The fiery red-headed girl could recall the sweet, low voice her mother possessed, and she remembered the way her father would pick her up and spin her around their tiny cabin. When she grew older, she had danced with her ten younger siblings, swaying to songs their mother sang and twirling the youngest ones around. In the early years, life had been so good regarding music.
And then she found out monsters were real.
The monster - the Beast - had tempted her into those no-good woods time and time again with his lovely, operatic voice. The final time he had lulled her into the woods, she had thrown a rock at a bluebird. Which then lead to a curse. A series of unfortunate events followed, which all lead her to where she was at present day: very far from home. Beatrice didn't mind it so much. They were better off without her anyway.
Dark eyes watched Des strum his guitar from a ways off. Something burned in the back of her mild, told her this was something sacred she was not supposed to be watching. Even so, she was rooted in place, immobile. It was only when she could hear faint singing in the distance that she was spurred from her spot.
She didn't speak as she came to stand with the two others, Kirishima and Freya. Maybe she ought to have acknowledged them and Des, but she was silent; she didn't want the music to stop.
And then she found out monsters were real.
The monster - the Beast - had tempted her into those no-good woods time and time again with his lovely, operatic voice. The final time he had lulled her into the woods, she had thrown a rock at a bluebird. Which then lead to a curse. A series of unfortunate events followed, which all lead her to where she was at present day: very far from home. Beatrice didn't mind it so much. They were better off without her anyway.
Dark eyes watched Des strum his guitar from a ways off. Something burned in the back of her mild, told her this was something sacred she was not supposed to be watching. Even so, she was rooted in place, immobile. It was only when she could hear faint singing in the distance that she was spurred from her spot.
She didn't speak as she came to stand with the two others, Kirishima and Freya. Maybe she ought to have acknowledged them and Des, but she was silent; she didn't want the music to stop.
© MADI
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
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