Allegra Lenkeit // Elpis (h8texpectations) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-09 14:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | elpis, hephaestus |
Surprise you to find that I'm laughing? // You thought that you'd find me in tears.
Who: Elpis & Hephaestus (w/ Pandora-in-the-wings)
What: A meet up for a chat up about a f*ck up.
Where: SoHo bakery
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Why: Don't you mess with a little girl's dream, 'cause she's liable to grow up mean...
Elpis liked bakeries.
She really, really did. For one thing, they were warm. Winter had wrapped over New York like foul, wet rag. The cold unpleasantness got into everything: into boots and coats, cars and ears, bedrooms, down children's necks. It was a mean season, (no matter what they wrote about April). Elpis didn't feel the cold as people did, but she felt people's reactions to it, misery echoes shivering through her toes.
Winter killed, she remembered. Sickness and gales and famine--oh, Hope remembered those, how hunger would tear apart a village or snow would break an army.
Elpis dunked a sesame biscuit into the hot chocolate with fervent resolution. It was wet and crumbly and wonderful in her mouth, perfect. Really, really perfect.
Legra would've loved it.
Legra loved bakeries, too. She always interrogated the locals about the best spots for a banh mi or onion tarts or cinnamon ganache starlets or, or whatever those tiny spicy cookies in Madrid were called. She'd ask and ask, and people would tell her, because it was hard to refuse Allegra when she bright and curious and laughing with her eyes.
It wasn't fair, that she wasn't around to ask now. It was awful.
Death was awful, for trying to take Legra away (like he, it, always was, always, all the way since the first moment) and the Baku was awful for not stopping things or not saying anything, and then for taking the other one away too, for hiding Mischa like she was, and why were they acting like this, why, why didn't they understand that it was wrong to do things like that and that Elpis didn't want to hurt anybody--except him, the boy, the heart that thought it was a boy because Death thought it couldn't be, couldn't be, couldn't--she only wanted things to be better, but everyone just kept being such a disappointment--
There was a muffled crack.
Elpis blinked, and looked at the cookie crumbs ringing her clenched fist.
Something was wrong.