Bobby Drake (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frostbyte) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} devolve,@ 2011-01-27 16:15:00 |
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| Entry tags: | bobby_drake, lorna_dane |
Who: Bobby & Lorna
What: Reflect and talk.
Where: The roof, overlooking the fields.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Rating: PG-13 (for language and minor violence)
Status: Complete
Even in a colony full of people it was easy to find oneself feeling completely alone. It was not a feeling Bobby had ever been accustomed to. It was not for the world's lack of trying to teach him, but for his own stubbornness to see. His whole life, he had met his troubles head on with a shield the size of a goalie net. A personality so large and over the top it reached far beyond him to handle problems before they came and blunt the force of any future pain.
He often wondered how it had not been so exhausting to live that way. His stamina was well known, his cleverness at times admired, but through it all there remained the surprised disbelief that anyone could go through life the way he had. At first, the looks on their faces had been amusing, then a challenge, and somehow in the end it had become so routine their reactions were warming. Smiles, laughs, the shakes of heads...How could it be that one person could chose to brave life completely carefree? Wild and spontaneous, always a joke, a melody, a rhyme...some comeback to keep things from escalating. Some way to keep the darkness at bay.
Bobby sighed and dropped back into the heavy snow that blanketed the roof. The blue of the sky was clear and bright, stretching out in every direction only occasionally doted by clouds of white. Silver linings everywhere.
He couldn't get the look out of his mind. He'd tried, oh how he'd tried. But nothing could erase the way Sam had looked at him. Horrified, angry, confused and frustrated...terrified. He closed his eyes and scrubbed his hands over his face. Betrayed. Hurt. Alone.
"Damn it, Sam," he breathed, the words failing to lift the weight in his chest.
Throwing out his arms, he spread his legs. Snow drifted up in great piles at the movement. After a pause, he drew his legs back and his arms up. Then out and down. Again and again.
When he finally stopped, the snow walled around him, higher than he'd imagined. He'd sunk deeper than he'd have expected. It took a moment to realize he'd done it. He sighed and blinked up at the sky from within the downy encasement. A dark spot against the white of the roof. Fallen from grace, and not a feather in sight.