Eileen O'Neill (bloodyfootsteps) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-27 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-15, eileen, kiara |
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Who: Eileen and Kiara
When: Evening
Where: Kiara's home
The world was beautiful. No, that wasn’t right; beautiful didn’t come close to fully capturing everything that she was seeing. She had no what idea what had started this experience. Eileen remembered eating one of those cupcakes in the bakery. Then she had had another because the first one had been so good. And then she had taken a third one out the door with her for the road, but it had lasted all of five minutes before she had consumed it and Scottie had to stop her from going back for more. Normally she would have ignored him and done whatever she felt like, but as soon as she heard her familiar’s voice in her head Eileen started to giggle. She had not properly giggled since she had been a small child. “Say something again. Your voice echoes in my head.” 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' “See! Your accent is hilarious.” 'Says the woman with the deep Dublin accent.' She crouched down and held the dog’s face still in front of her own, nose touching nose. “Why doesn’t your mouth move when you talk?” Her fingers were just starting to curl into Scottie’s mouth to pry it open when the imagine of him biting her on the face drove his point home that that was not something he wanted her to do. Eileen gave him a sincere pout before she was distracted by the fog that hung thick in the air. She began to walk slowly, in the opposite direction of where she needed, with her hands outstretched in an attempt to grab hold of the air. Had it not been for Scottie, Eileen would never have made it home until sometime the next day. Every time she stopped to stare at something, he would tug at her clothes or nip at the back of her heels to keep her headed in the direction of her mother. ‘Would you please go inside?’ His voice was more agitated than she had ever heard it before, but then again, they had been standing at the front door for five minutes while Eileen turned the doorknob back and forth, never pushing it forward to open it. She liked the way the metal felt and she could swear that she could hear the mechanism working inside of it. Scottie waited until she turned the doorknob one last time before jumping up on her and pushing her through the open door. Eileen gave a shrill squeal as she quickly shifted into her sparrow form before she hit the ground. She giggled again, but it came out more of a song. It was a lovely song really, one that she began to sing over and over as she fluttered through her mother’s living room. High to low, high to low: that was her current flight pattern. Scottie snorted out a puff of air as he watched the siren zoom around the room. He padded over to Kiara and threw his body down on the ground, more exhausted from frustration than anything else. 'She’s been this way for at least an hour. It was all I could do to get the nutter home.' Was the familiar looking for sympathy? Not really. His words were more of a passing off of responsibility to Kiara, a ‘she’s your problem now’ sort of statement. No sooner had Scottie laid down, however, Eileen landed behind him and shifted back to her (naked) human form. She laid her head on his back and began to stroke his fur – against the grain. “Máthair, listen. His hair is speaking.” She giggled again. “And it’s not very polite!” |