I want to hear the scream of a butterfly (deepwaters) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2009-11-22 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ☥ general population, ✏ 6: friday |
Who: Lorraine Adair and open.
NPCs: Bradley Adair.
When: Week 8, Friday, late evening (hm, 9/10 pm-ishy?).
Where: The beaches in Lybvian.
What: Lorraine 'connects' with the sea, much to her brother's concern.
Rating & Warnings: PG? (Correct me if I'm wrong here)
Coming home, even just for a long weekend, brought back a plethora of emotions of which she thought she'd safely locked away and each time, someone dug in the sand where those emotions had been buried and exposed them to the salty sea air. Being faced with her family no longer gave her that comfortable, warm feeling of safety she'd once had during her youth - instead she felt estranged from them and became ever unsure of her position in the small family. And if they couldn't give her that which she longed for desperately, then who could? It became harder and harder to hold on to her old self. It was a need she couldn't fulfill and with each passing day, she became more and more a caricature of her former self. Home was supposed to be a haven, was supposed to be her getaway for her search for the ever-elusive Bohemia. But today, she was ever in her family's way, taking up unwanted space. Tempers had run hot and mother and daughter found themselves screaming at each other about nothing much. She screamed until her throat was raw and her voice nothing but a pitiful squeak. Raged until she caught the frightened look on her nephew's face, which made her feel like a cold, heartless monster. It was if someone had smashed a fridge's door to his fingers - which she once had done. On pure accident sure, but it didn't stop her from reliving that moment whenever she caught a similar look on his face. And when things had calmed down slightly, her brother had made it all worse by trying to mediate with the two women. Once again, she had screamed, raged and yelled, unsure to whom she was directing her anger. She hated to lose control of herself like that. This was what her restless partying was all about; control she hadn't had one particular night in her life. The right to say disagree, the power to say no. Never to lose control. And she didn't complain when he whisked her out of the house and brought her to a deserted stretch of beach. Time away from her mother would do everyone a world of good, he'd claimed. Would give everyone some time and peace to think. He was a good kid, her brother. Always tried to make things better for everyone. It was a warm but windy evening, and her hair wildly swept over her face as she stared out over the sea. Being surrounded by nothing but silence and nature, made it even harder to hold on to her emotions, made it easier to connect. The wind stripped her emotions bare, the ocean moving back and forth against her naked feet barely managed to soothe. Her skirt carelessly surrendered itself to the water as she stepped further into the water. Perhaps farther away, deeper into the ocean, the right answers could be found. After all, wasn't that where scientists claimed that life had begun? Somewhere in the depths of the sea? The further she waded through the water, the more strength it should have gained, the heavier it be. But for someone who was a water demon, water itself no longer had any mysteries. Even in it's rawest form, like in the sea, it was still easily manipulated and only the wind and the uneven surface of the ocean floor proved to be her only hindrances. And she'd always had a flair for the dramatic, hadn't she? Her brother's shouts went largely unheard as the water rose to her shoulders and a wave crashed into her face. She easily buckled under the now crushing weight of the water, and for a few blissful moments became aware of the raw, but soothing energy of the sea. Relinquishing her control of the water came naturally, as the air in her lungs slowly slipped past her lips. Everything sounded different, everything felt different: she finally felt one with the sea. But that was all ripped away from her when two strong hands pulled her out of the water and into refreshing air. The worried, yet angry look on her brother's face wasn't easily ignored and again, she felt like a cold, heartless monster. When would that feeling finally fade? She wanted to sink down to her knees again, be crushed by the water, but her brother all but dragged her ashore. Bradly vented, yelled, cursed, but those words were taken away by the wind as Lori sat on the wet sand, unwilling to listen, and stared out at the sea. Best to let him vent, best she say not a word back to him. She'd yelled enough today. |