Maria (born_of_a_wish) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-07-07 10:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorian, finished thread, maria, rating: pg-13, setting: ballroom within asgard |
Who: Maria and Dorian (Open)
Where: Asgard's Ballroom
When: Day after her arrival
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Warnings: Language
Summary: Confused and reminded of things she had hoped to be able to ignore in this place, Maria goes to the ballroom to practice a few routines and try and clear her mind.
It wasn't fair.
Maria stalked through the corridors of Asgard, dressed in a snug pair of pink cotton shorts and a white tank top. She had heard there was a ballroom with a wooden floor, and plenty of space to move.
It wasn't fair.
She was here, all by herself, no James, no Silent Hill, no ghosts, no old gods.... And there was that man. Sunderland. The name made her tense and yearn and fear and hate and love all at once. She wanted James, needed him, but longed for the freedom that this Asgard offered her. Life, existence without him. Her own life.
She found the ballroom and closed the door over gently behind her. She turned on one of the stereos, fiddling with the buttons until fast paced music filled the room.
"My son James... James Sunderland... he disappeared there years ago."
She didn't know where James was. He'd finished with her, after all. Inconsiderate bastard. Didn't he understand she'd existed for him? The burning need within her, to be with him, to touch him, to want him.... It was within her because it was her purpose. And he cast her aside, telling her he didn't need her anymore.
She'd always need him, even when she didn't want him.
Maria sighed and began stretching, bending and twisting to loosen her muscles. It was strange. She couldn't remember clearly ever actually dancing, but she knew exactly what to do. Remembering without memories, such a strange concept. But it was all she had. She knew she danced, and she knew she danced well. She knew she wore a black wig, she knew she'd lived in Silent Hill most of her life, but she had no memories of it.
Frustrated with her own musings on mortality and her strange existence, Maria began moving to the music, letting her body remember and maybe clear her mind some.