Briony Fells (underyourskin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-13 04:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-01, briony, seraphina |
we are the fortunate ones
Who: Briony & Seraphina
Where: The streets
When: Early afternoon
The fingers of Briony’s left hand wrapped themselves carefully around her BlackBerry. No matter how far she tried to stretch them she couldn’t get a good enough hold of it. In a minute it was gonna get dropped and it’d break and then that’d be no good because Rachel got all panicky and annoying when she couldn’t call her. She looked long and hard at the other cell in her right hand, ignoring the girl who was still begging for it back. It was the kind of cell that Paul and Rachel had wanted her to get to begin with. All hand-sized and small and pink and stupid. Briony thought she might hate it. She hated the little girl more, with her pigtails and her big blue eyes. So she shoved the cell phone back into her hands and waited for her to start walking away before she focussed on the little digital mass and scrambled it. Her BlackBerry was definitely better, and she slid it back into her backpack with pride -- it went right next to Ziggy, her pet chisel.
She had started out somewhere right near the high school, ditched the hoodie Rachel tried to make her wear (wasn’t the skirt long enough?) so everybody had to brush past her arms, then stuck around as long as she could until she realised there were angels there. Briony might’ve been a kid, she might’ve been cute as all Hell, but she wasn’t banking on that stopping an angel from zapping her with holy stuff ‘til she turned into goo. Like the Witch from the Wizard of Oz. That was around about when she got up and decided to leave the area like a little bat out of Hell -- tripping and falling over at least one kid in the process. The first kid was an accident, it just got in the way and made her scrape her knees through her skirt, but it regretted it the moment she had her hands on its face (its -- she hadn’t even checked to see if it was a boy or a girl). The thing she liked the best about grabbing a human by the face was that she could make good on the threat her presence automatically gave them. Scare them stupid and smash it into the floor--
“Hey!”
Briony had felt the angelic-blooded holy creeping up on her, but she had been enjoying herself so much breaking this kid’s head that he startled her right out of what she was doing. Dropping a handful of bloodied curls -- oh, so it was a girl... or this one was -- she kept herself all rigid and upright like the naughty kids in school when they got caught. Her eyes widened as she slowly turned around to face him, hair falling into her vision and bottom lip trembling. He wasn't yelling but he looked real mad, so she bunched her skirt up in her hands nervously and tried to make her eyes even wider as the tears fell.
… Then she gave up and bolted. Right between his legs -- even with the backpack on. She wasn’t acting like the idiots in her class for an angelic-blooded meatsack.
Half-tripping over the too-long skirt at a speed no normal nine year old could manage, the little Fear couldn’t resist a triumphant glance over her shoulder. For which she ran head-first into someone else. With the tears still wet on her cheeks and more very easily made, she automatically looked up at the stranger with huge eyes, already brimming, and began the apparent heartbreak of a nine year old all over again. “I-I can’t f-find my--” Hitched breath. “--Mommy and m-my knees hurt!” She even lifted the skirt to show where they were skinned and, well, barely bloody. That was still blood though. Briony was adamant.