Gwen was (ex_first621) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-07-22 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen stacy, plot: memories |
Who: Ainslie / Gwen Stacy
What: Memories Plot
Where: The dance studio
Things to avoid: Anything. The orishas will protect her.
Ainslie liked to arrive at the studio early on the weekends. There were no classes then, and it was completamente quiet. The wood floors gleamed, and the mirrors reflected the red patchwork of her skirt as a dash of color that moved too quickly to be focused on as the merengue played through the sound system. Her velas were lit, wax of red and yellow dripping on the altar in the backroom, and the enclosed space smelled of myrrh and honey and limon and home. She did not know what she had expected to find in this desierto, but she already knew that it was not what was truly here. But she had fe, faith, in el destino. This is where she was meant to be, even if this was not the easiest path. Still, it did not mean that she did not yearn for the green of el monte, and the bustle of the village she knew to be her true home. It did not matter how long she stayed away, and it did not matter that she had not been born there, that place was in her blood and in her huesos. She twirled faster, letting the music carry her, and when the room began to spin she believed it to be only the dance, nada mas.