RP: Lifeless Characters: Swan, Ches Time/Date: Late morning, September 5 Location: Outside, by the garden Warnings/Rating: none Summary: Swan now knows what other people feel like Status: Complete
Swan didn't like the absence of power. She hadn't considered what she had a power, or a magic, or a mutation, but apparently it was something they could control, that they could block. It didn't make sense to her; she couldn't hurt anyone with her power. She just made things grow, gave them life. Why would they take that away from her?
She felt sick as she gazed at the plants in her garden. She knew they had to be talking, knew they were making noises that she could always hear ... but they were silent to her now. This, she realized, was what everyone else in the world felt. What everyone else heard. Nothing. Plants made no sounds to everyone else, but she'd always been able to communicate with them. She'd always loved being surrounded by them.
Now though ... it was almost painful to sit here and not hear them. She didn't like this one bit.
All she could hope was that she was one of the mistakes. That she'd be sent home. She wanted to go back. She wanted to continue her work, her journey. She wanted to see Robin again. She didn't want to be trapped here anymore, especially if they were taking away the one comfort she'd had.
She could see her plants, and touch her plants, but she couldn't hear them. She didn't feel the tingling through her hands, through her body, when she worked the soil. She knew she wouldn't be able to bring any seeds to life. She felt ... useless. This was her contribution, this was what she could do, and now ...
Swan knelt by the carrot patch, brushing her hands over the exposed greenery of the carrots, aching to hear even the slightest peep, but that part of her was locked away by their tormentors. So Swan remained as she was, gazing at the garden, and wishing.