11-29-2018, 01:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-29-2018, 01:13 AM by Fairylights.)
―――― Fairylights wasn't sure how to feel. Already, this was a complex situation for any adult to try and manage, but she just felt... Empty. It was a strange feeling; she was distinctly aware of the knot of emotions that clogged up her chest and made her throat raw with her constant tears, but now she just wasn't sure what to feel. Numb, she was numb. Her grief had turned into hope, her hope into despair, and now, she was only simply trying to figure out how to put the pieces of her life back together, to try and shove the memory of her parents and that day out of her mind, the necklace of her mothers weighing down her body now like an iron chain around her neck. The only grace she had been given in this last week was that she now had a place to stay, and a begrudging man to call an uncle.
Maybe call an uncle. If she were honest, she wasn't sure what the man felt about her. It was a shock for the both of them, and between the weight of her own emotions, she could hardly bring herself to consider what she felt about Bucky, or what he might have felt about her. Her paws still ached with every step, despite the care that had been attended to her, and a meal given, but it only brought satisfaction to the physical aspects of her body. Her stomach stopped rumbling, her paws weren't bleeding, and she could now see clearly now that her cut had been tended to, but it felt as though her heart had been torn open and lay bleeding upon the ground.
She pulled herself from her thoughts as Bucky began to speak, taking in a small breath as she followed at his side towards his home, across the muddy terrain of the battered territory. "That's okay," she'd whisper, the words barely making it past her lips as she followed him to his house and through the door, squinting briefly to try and get her eyes to adjust as she looked around slowly. It was... Simple, clearly met for one, and yet had a sense of coziness that was somewhat alike to her own home. But it was dark. Her house had been so full of light, so full of happiness.
A house of her own. Did she even want her own house anymore? If you like it, then it's yours His old house? Her head tilted softly to look up upon him for a moment, her gentle gray eyes looking upon his metal arm and the seriousness of his eyes. He looked so much like her father in many ways, yet so starkly different. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to find in those eyes of his; perhaps the same warmth that had been in her father's eyes, perhaps the shred of her mother's smile somewhere. "I..." she started, exhaling heavily as she sat herself down on her haunches, her gaze pulling downwards to her cracked paws. "It's nice, I guess," she answered with a soft whisper. [sub]"But it'll take a lot of work,"[/sub] it would be empty. It would be only hers. Just her. Just her. Her shoulders shook for a moment and she cleared her throat harshly to try and shove it away. She wasn't even sure she had any tears left within her to cry anymore, even if she wanted to.
Fairy took a slow breath in, lifting her gaze as she eyed the dark little house once more, pushing herself up to her paws as she forced herself forward to explore, stepping over to the lamp to click it on and provide more light, then poking her head into the bedroom. It didn't need to be big. But she wasn't even sure where she was going to find anything to put in here, let alone how she would drag it all in here, and to figure it out. The bedroom was simple, and while she could imagine a tiny little cot in the corner, a nice little library nook, a soft rug just like her old room, her heart only ached further trying to imagine the soft colors of her walls and the way her mother's voice would ring in that room of hers. She shook her head to clear the thoughts, instead bracing herself to acknowledge her uncle as she took a deep breath in. "You'll... You'll help me, right? I didn't.. Bring anything here."
Maybe call an uncle. If she were honest, she wasn't sure what the man felt about her. It was a shock for the both of them, and between the weight of her own emotions, she could hardly bring herself to consider what she felt about Bucky, or what he might have felt about her. Her paws still ached with every step, despite the care that had been attended to her, and a meal given, but it only brought satisfaction to the physical aspects of her body. Her stomach stopped rumbling, her paws weren't bleeding, and she could now see clearly now that her cut had been tended to, but it felt as though her heart had been torn open and lay bleeding upon the ground.
She pulled herself from her thoughts as Bucky began to speak, taking in a small breath as she followed at his side towards his home, across the muddy terrain of the battered territory. "That's okay," she'd whisper, the words barely making it past her lips as she followed him to his house and through the door, squinting briefly to try and get her eyes to adjust as she looked around slowly. It was... Simple, clearly met for one, and yet had a sense of coziness that was somewhat alike to her own home. But it was dark. Her house had been so full of light, so full of happiness.
A house of her own. Did she even want her own house anymore? If you like it, then it's yours His old house? Her head tilted softly to look up upon him for a moment, her gentle gray eyes looking upon his metal arm and the seriousness of his eyes. He looked so much like her father in many ways, yet so starkly different. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to find in those eyes of his; perhaps the same warmth that had been in her father's eyes, perhaps the shred of her mother's smile somewhere. "I..." she started, exhaling heavily as she sat herself down on her haunches, her gaze pulling downwards to her cracked paws. "It's nice, I guess," she answered with a soft whisper. [sub]"But it'll take a lot of work,"[/sub] it would be empty. It would be only hers. Just her. Just her. Her shoulders shook for a moment and she cleared her throat harshly to try and shove it away. She wasn't even sure she had any tears left within her to cry anymore, even if she wanted to.
Fairy took a slow breath in, lifting her gaze as she eyed the dark little house once more, pushing herself up to her paws as she forced herself forward to explore, stepping over to the lamp to click it on and provide more light, then poking her head into the bedroom. It didn't need to be big. But she wasn't even sure where she was going to find anything to put in here, let alone how she would drag it all in here, and to figure it out. The bedroom was simple, and while she could imagine a tiny little cot in the corner, a nice little library nook, a soft rug just like her old room, her heart only ached further trying to imagine the soft colors of her walls and the way her mother's voice would ring in that room of hers. She shook her head to clear the thoughts, instead bracing herself to acknowledge her uncle as she took a deep breath in. "You'll... You'll help me, right? I didn't.. Bring anything here."
[glow=white,2,300]I may be quiet [/glow]