Repose Winter Event (reposetrain) wrote in repose, @ 2016-01-06 09:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, ~plot: train |
[Reveal]
Who: Mémoires
What: Reveal!
When: Before the lights went up, immediately after this.
Warnings/Rating: Some uncomfortable theme stuff
Go ahead, she told the girl, and she willed every last bad thing from her mind. Truth was, she could make a business out of pretending. She'd done it since she was real small, and she really believed the lies slathered on thick inside that compartment in the dark. She could be young and blonde again, and this train could be heading for her daddy's home in the country. She went there summers, and wasn't a sticky day in her childhood that wasn't spent there. The summer house was real pretty, and her nanny didn't fuss over her any there, and the woods were thick and full of things she could still smell thick in her nostrils.
But she was on that train, and she hadn't ever written a lick that wasn't in her own head. She didn't have friends like the girl in the compartment with her. All her secrets told died with Lore, and they were buried just as deep.
Go ahead, she told the girl, but pretending could only go so far, and the blonde wasn't blonde at all. She hadn't been for a good long while, and the train rocking was something taking her to a real bad place. It was like that car ride she'd tried to go on to the Capital, and her body felt like burning took up inside it.
And that was without all that remembering about touching.
Go ahead, she told the girl. And then there wasn't a thing.
Clementine, she flickered out of being, and there wasn't a person in the car with the pretty magpie by the time the lights went rising.
As for Clementine, she remembered a train ride and a girl, but she remembered come morning light, during her regular walk at the cemetery. Her sleepwalking was getting a whole lot worse, and she was starting to worry over it some. Not a whole lot, because Clementine didn't see what was right in front of her nose. She'd been fretting over Michael plenty, and that was probably the reason for all this nonsense. Nonsense, because no way she would go telling a stranger on a train things that she hadn't never voiced.
No matter. Wasn't a reason in the world a thing should come of it. If the girl contacted her, she'd just stay real anonymous. Could be nice, having someone to talk to. She wasn't admitting to loneliness, but maybe she was homesore some. Just some.