Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
Hannah loved to explore. She wanted to see, to learn, to experience. She was all caught up lately, tangled in her own confusion and trying to get along with a family that was schism and shatter. Tonight, she'd decided, was for her. Just as she'd done at the masquerade, she walked up to the entrance of the abandoned park in search of some kind of freedom. Tonight, she was her, her, her, and there was Jeremiah, and she liked spending time with him. She liked tugging him out of himself. She enjoyed his company.
She saw him approach, dressed pretty and like he was going somewhere nice, and she thought it was sweet. He always looked dressed up, and that reminded her of her old life, of Amy's old life, of her old life, of theirs. Of Florida and sticky summers, of salt kissing her skin and licking at copper hair. Of home. Home, after the dead house and after mom dying. After, after, after.
And now was now, and chill carried on the breeze, and she almost thought she could smell cotton candy sweetness on the tip of her tongue.
She met him partway, and she took his hand and kissed him back with lips that tasted of bubble gum lip gloss. With the tether, she turned and looked at the looming entrance, at the castle that beckoned. "What are we going to do if it comes alive, like they say it will?" she asked him, turning her head to look at him and gracing him with a smile made for heather and moors and wildly whipping winds. This was thrill, and she was so long overdue. Tug, tug, tug, and she pulled him. "I'm always ready for adventure she added," and it was truth, and she walked backward so she could see his face.