rosalind 'roz' gotti. (hagzissa) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-17 17:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, leda stavros, roz gotti |
WHO: Roz Gotti and Leda Stavros
WHEN: Sunday 17th July.
WHERE: A good place for Cliff Diving in Woodsbridge.
SUMMARY: Bingo Prompt: First Meeting.
WARNINGS: Mild peril for cliff diving?
STATUS: Complete!
The beach called to Leda every day. All the mundies she’d grown up with just called her a beach bum. She’d never really been able to argue with them without sounding crazy. But it really wasn’t until she’d found Woodsbridge and understood the basic beliefs of Traditionalism that she embraced it when she felt the itch. Beach parties never really satisfied it. The only thing she found really did was if she went out just too far for it to be dangerous. Or jumped off the cliffs. There had to be an element of danger, the possibility that her body would have to submit to the sea’s will to feel fulfilled with her time in the water. Her jumping spots weren’t exactly entirely isolated, but she was still surprised to see a face she’d seen before in Woodsbridge here this early. She was one of Marce’s witches. And Bone’s sister. But that was really all Leda knew about her. “Hello,” She greeted the dark haired girl. Roz nodded to the girl who had appeared next to her, trying to keep the wariness from her face. It wasn't a particularly common occurrence to see someone else in her spot (her spot, really Roz, she had to scold herself) but then again, it was public access. “Hey.” She said, just loud enough. It was a nice morning, that was probably why she was here. It was a stroll. Roz’s car was parked a little further away, and she glanced back to it, considering for a second that maybe she should find another spot. But she didn't. She just readied herself, very conscious of the fact she had no pockets now to shove her hands into. “Nice morning.” She commented, gesturing with a little toss of her head to the sun over the sea. Unlike Roz, Leda didn’t mind the company. She knew it’d probably make some of her more cautious friends happy to hear someone else was around in case Leda died and could tell them or something. “It is!” Leda agreed happily. She began to take off her clothes to reveal the bathing suit underneath. This close to the sea her fingers and toes tingled, ready for the fall and then the hug from the water she would plummet into. “A great day for jumping,” Leda added. Relative stranger or not, she’d never been one to not make and enjoy casual conversation. Besides, who knew, maybe this girl was meant to be a close friend in the future. One could never really know these things without chatting to someone. “Couldn’t ask to start my day any differently. Did you wake up early to enjoy the sunrise?” She asked. Roz looked out at the sea, not unnerved by cheerfulness, but definitely by the feeling of having company when diving. It wasn't all that common. She was hesitant, hands at the button of her jeans. She'd cast off her shirt earlier and shoes earlier and put them in the car, her one piece fashioned as a makeshift body, but now she removed the bottom half. “I've got class later.” She answered. “Trying to-make time for this.” She looked back at the girl as she began to tie her hair up. “So you jump too?” Leda nodded her head, already feeling anxious to just jump and get it started. “The sea speaks to my soul.” Then she laughed at herself. That definitely sounded insane. “Not in a hippie way. In a I’m The Little Mermaid way,” she clarified, looking down the cliff at the waves crashing on the rock. When the girl first started to speak, Roz’s face broke into a small smile. She nodded along with her laughter. “No, I get you, I get it. It's-” and she stopped. Her new jumping buddy was still speaking. And now, as she looked down at the waves, Roz stared. She had her name and that was it. She’d checked the registry quietly every year after The Temple Princess made her first appearance. She could avoid her well enough. And when another familiar Tale arrived, the titular character, Roz hadn't been particularly surprised. But she could avoid her, so she thought. So she thought until she realized with a growing pit in her stomach that she was stood there next to her, right now, and she hadn't realized. The Little Mermaid. The Little fucking Mermaid. She needed to get off this cliff now. “Leda Stavros.” She said, coughing to take care of the sudden change in pitch of her voice. “You're Leda.” Woodsbridge was odd in the way everyone knew everyone. Leda hadn’t grown up in that small of a town. And definitely hadn’t had one with a registry of everyone that lived there...that she knew of. But Leda was never surprised if she told her name and people knew her Tale here, or vice versa. Even strangers. “I am.” She smiled brightly at the other woman. “You’re one of the witches.” Leda was usually forthright and unthinking about whether people wanted to be labelled or not. But she figured the other girl should at least be happy she’s not asking her Tale in return. People were so weird about that. She stated what she knew about the girl, “Friends with Marce, related to Bone, right?” Leda smiled a lot, and while Roz no longer harboured a mistrust for those who smiled a lot, the bright smile on this particular girl was now terrifying, and her eyes widened just a little as she caught her gaze. So she nodded, confirming what Leda apparently already knew. “Yeah. Friends with Marce, Bone is my little brother. It's-um.” What was the right word. “Good to put a name to a face.” They'd crossed paths. They knew who the other was, thought not their tale, and they didn't speak. They passed like ships in the night. ’Abort. Abort. Get off the cliff.’ Roz’s brain blared like a siren. “Shall we?” She forced her face into a smile gesturing towards the cliff edge. Leda slowly stretched her neck out, letting it roll back and crack. “We shall.” Without hesitating for even the merest of moments Leda jumped. The air whipped around her small body, frail, in comparison to the strength of the sea that she plummeted into. Roz stood and watched Leda jump, suddenly finding it very difficult to move her legs. They were weights, stopping her from doing anything but watching her fall down, down into the sea in front of her. Now she felt the recognition, she couldn't let it go. As that realisation came to her, she felt the feeling back in her legs. Roz took a running leap, finding calm again as she crashed into the waves. It just wasn't quite enough. |