10-21-2018, 09:54 PM
▹▹▹▹Perhaps everyone had something they wished that they had not been witness to, something that they could have simply... skipped over with no consequence. Though Clementine was young, rightly, and she may not have understood everything, or been able to fully comprehend the gray line that the world often followed, there were some things that Clementine had picked up in her many books and hours of discussion with her father. The world, simply, was not guaranteed to give you anything that you wanted. Sometimes, the world was cold, and ugly- more often than not it was, but there was light there too if you knew how to look for it. If you were willing to fight for what you wanted, and aspired towards a better life, then maybe things were... Better. Not perfect, but better. It was easier to forget the things that troubled you.
In Clementine's sake, it was not her family, nor some dark event in her life, but her own body. It was a strange feeling, to have so many aspirations and wishes, to be so young, yet to feel trapped in the body that you would never be able to escape, to have limitations, like a tether, holding you back, no matter how much you struggled against it. When Clementine was young, she was more easily able to ignore this fact, to live comfortably in her father's loving care and tenderness, to grow used to the prodding and poking of medics, and the often foul medicines used to open her lungs and help her little body, but now that she was older, she was more aware of it. As if it were a persistent little being, poking at her back and crawling up her shoulders, you are limited.
To which Clementine had tried her best to say: Just you watch me.
It wasn't easy. She never would say that it was easy, nor was she fully capable of explaining the feelings she felt at times, things that she never spoke to anyone because she wasn't even sure what she felt about them. She knew that she was... Shy, that she was soft, and people thought poorly of her at times. She wanted to be better, to be admired by people, to be the image of herself that seemed so far out of reach, she wanted to be good, above all. To never cause any trouble, to not draw too much attention to herself, to be liked, if not loved.
Hence, when Agathe appeared, Clementine stopped short in her tracks to peer up at the woman, a smile instantly lighting upon her face, at least until the sharp words contrasted with the softness upon her face. For a moment, her face crumpled in confusion, then faint alarm and hurt as she glanced around herself. Had she gone too far? She hadn't even reached the border! "I-i... I-i thought it was okay. Am I not supposed to be? I'm sorry! I didn't know!" That, at least, was the truth- hopefully Agathe would accept it as such as the little girl looked up, her eyes wide. "I just... Wanted to be outside."
Witchling? Clementine felt her breath catch in her throat, trying to process everything. Was Witchling a bad thing? A good thing? "My name is Clementine," the answer came quickly, obediently as she took in another breath, her eyes scanning the woman's softer features, trying to put together what had happened between her sharp words and the look upon her face. Was it concern? A scolding? "Clementine Parker, Ma'am."
In Clementine's sake, it was not her family, nor some dark event in her life, but her own body. It was a strange feeling, to have so many aspirations and wishes, to be so young, yet to feel trapped in the body that you would never be able to escape, to have limitations, like a tether, holding you back, no matter how much you struggled against it. When Clementine was young, she was more easily able to ignore this fact, to live comfortably in her father's loving care and tenderness, to grow used to the prodding and poking of medics, and the often foul medicines used to open her lungs and help her little body, but now that she was older, she was more aware of it. As if it were a persistent little being, poking at her back and crawling up her shoulders, you are limited.
To which Clementine had tried her best to say: Just you watch me.
It wasn't easy. She never would say that it was easy, nor was she fully capable of explaining the feelings she felt at times, things that she never spoke to anyone because she wasn't even sure what she felt about them. She knew that she was... Shy, that she was soft, and people thought poorly of her at times. She wanted to be better, to be admired by people, to be the image of herself that seemed so far out of reach, she wanted to be good, above all. To never cause any trouble, to not draw too much attention to herself, to be liked, if not loved.
Hence, when Agathe appeared, Clementine stopped short in her tracks to peer up at the woman, a smile instantly lighting upon her face, at least until the sharp words contrasted with the softness upon her face. For a moment, her face crumpled in confusion, then faint alarm and hurt as she glanced around herself. Had she gone too far? She hadn't even reached the border! "I-i... I-i thought it was okay. Am I not supposed to be? I'm sorry! I didn't know!" That, at least, was the truth- hopefully Agathe would accept it as such as the little girl looked up, her eyes wide. "I just... Wanted to be outside."
Witchling? Clementine felt her breath catch in her throat, trying to process everything. Was Witchling a bad thing? A good thing? "My name is Clementine," the answer came quickly, obediently as she took in another breath, her eyes scanning the woman's softer features, trying to put together what had happened between her sharp words and the look upon her face. Was it concern? A scolding? "Clementine Parker, Ma'am."