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rare_fabulosity (rare_fabulosity) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2016-07-20 09:03:00

Entry tags:

!open, ~jay gatsby, ~rarity

Who: Rarity
When: Morning
Where: The Pier
What: Being Strong is Not Easy
Rating: Sad
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She hadn't sung in a while. Weeks, maybe. Not more than lullaby's to the baby's as she put them down for naps or to bed in the wee hours of the night. She hadn't felt that kind of rush of emotion and feeling deep in her gut in months. She had been busy taking care of children, of being in love, of working.

Her heart felt shattered. Again.

With Amy in the house she couldn't lose it. She couldn't let go. The last time Art had disappeared--shortly before Rarity found out she was pregnant--she had destroyed the house. She had shattered a mirror, tore apart the bed linens, and practically turned over every object in the house she could get her hands on. Today? Today she left as if the diamond cutie mark on her hind end was her heart--hard, steadfast, the toughest of stones.

She left, yet, in a delirium of depression while the babies slept in their cribs. Though she carried their monitor in hand as she swept through the door, down the steps, and onto the hot sand. Rarity hadn't even dressed today, hadn't changed out of her eggplant colored nightgown of silk that left nothing to the imagination but the lace flecked with shimmering white rhinestones danced in the sun. Her human feet, still so strange to her after these years on the island, dragged through the hot white sands without much care.

And she started to sing. They really needed a choir. Or maybe she should join that theatre production. Something. Anything. Singing always made her feel better. Especially when it was with her friends. The words poured from her lips like the things she never got to say to Art before he was gone again. Had she neglected him? Was that why he had gone? Because they didn't cause a fuss or drama like those other families? Because they were quiet and kept to themselves? Maybe he hadn't been happy.

Yet she was miserable, now.

"Let you go....I got so used to being 'round you boy...
I'm trying not to care but where'd you go?
I'm doing my best to be sensible,
I'm trying not to care but you're like drugs...like drugs to me!
I'm so devoted to you totally!"

Rarity hurried through the sand toward the pier as if in her own music video, singing from her soul as her skin touched the wood.

"So pull me out of my misery.
Hurry up, come save me.
Pull me out of my misery.
Enough, enough of this suffering, hurry up and come save me!
Pull me out of my misery. Pull me out of my misery."

The blonde woman held clutched in her right hand the baby monitor and even as she glided up the pier, glancing back at the house, she continued. Tears streamed down her face, running mascara she hadn't washed off in...well..days. She was lucky she had plucked off her false eyelashes else they might have been stuck their forever, lop-sided or frozen on her high cheek bone. She was a miserable model. Beautiful and ugly in tragedy.

Rarity's free hand rest over her abdomen. They had been talking about more children. A crushing thought overcame her as she imagined having to go through pregnancy by herself once more, and yet she would gladly do it because she loved that man.

"At the door, I'm thinkin' things I never thought before,
Like what your love would taste like.
Give me more!
Don't sell this feeling at the grocery store, of course your love it tastes like drugs to me..."

Looking from the house and all of those memories to the ocean before her. She thought about jumping in. Not to drown, just to float, to be free. Maybe if her body could be free from gravity so too could her heart be from this pain. She put the monitor down carefully on one of the posts to her left, then threw herself over the lip of the pier.

Just to float.

Just to have a moment of peace.

Following her jump came a slash of impact, then a gasp of breath as she popped up, and the flick-flick of water as she rolled onto her back and spread her arms. And she float, crying silently to herself.

Drama queen.

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gatz
2016-07-20 10:17 am UTC (link)

It had been quite a night, taking Dr Cuddy up to the hospital to have her baby. It had seemed right to offer, and it really wouldn't have done to have her trying to walk or anything. He hadn't really experienced a woman in labor before, but as much as that aspect set his adrenaline rushing as they bombed it up to the hospital in a streak of yellow, it was something else that ws really playing on his mind today.

All of the people lost. Poor Lisa, going through this without the child's father. And of course those who had lost husbands, sons, sisters, friends... it was cruel. Of course it happened in his world; people died, they lost contact, they disappeared- but it didn't seem quite as brutal as this. The unanswered questions, being left hanging and unable to properly grieve because they might pop back up next week, or next year. It was difficult.

And so, he was deep in his thoughts as he sipped on a cup of coffee, dressed in a light summer suit and gazing out along the beachfront from his open french windows. He could hear Rarity singing away, but he didn't think too much of it, even as he caught sight of her in the distance. He watched her with a vague interest, and then-

"Oh my God!" his coffee cup dropped from his head and he was instantly running out along the stretch of beach in front of his property, discarding his jacket and kicking off his shoes in a bit of a fumble as he reached the pier. With absolutely no thought for his own safety, and not looking to even check out her first, he jumped into the water after her, with an aim of rescuing a damsel in distress.

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rare_fabulosity
2016-07-20 10:41 am UTC (link)

There was a streak of a human body and a splash as Rarity screamed, nearly being landed on by her would-be savior. Sputtering, plunged under the water in the start and tussle, the blonde popped up with a flurry of arms and legs kicking and spinning.

She spit a swallowed sip of ocean water out with a half cough before looking around, dazed, and focusing on the man.

"Oh, Jay! Darling. What are you doing?" Rarity asked loudly, her makeup running further down her cheeks mixed with the salt of the ocean and that of her tears. At least when wet you couldn't tell she had been crying.

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gatz
2016-07-20 11:41 am UTC (link)

Hearing the scream in the middle of the splash, Jay was mostly confused about what had happened now. He half grabbed onto Rarity as he popped back up above the surface again, holding onto her arms as if still thinking he needed to keep her afloat- not realising fully that he was the only thing that had made her sink in the first place!

He gave her a wide-eyed look as he trod water to keep them afloat. "What-? I-?" he started breathlessly. He cleared his throat, and loosened his grip a little, figuring that he had been foolishly mistaken. "Oh... I... it, um- it rather looked like you might be in distress," he explained sheepishly.

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rare_fabulosity
2016-07-20 12:27 pm UTC (link)

The unicorn laughed and splashed at him with a playful swipe as she gently pried herself free. "Well, it certainly was heroic," Rarity said with a nod and a small smile. It didn't reach her eyes, it didn't make them twinkle as they often did, but it was honest.

"I'm quite alright. Just out for a...uh...morning swim, I guess." A blush of color crept across her own cheeks as her depression wore away and she realized where she was, in what clothing.

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gatz
2016-07-22 03:09 am UTC (link)

Gatsby laughed with her, glad that she wasn't absolutely furious at being so suddenly shocked and soaked in his silly rescue attempt. "Couldn't just leave a damsel in distress now, could I?" he joked a little, bobbing about like a fool in most of his suit. He was swimming in cufflinks, for goodness sake.

"Mm, well it's a nice morning for it," he agreed, even though he could clearly see she wasn't dreased for swimming. He didn't want to embarrass her any further.

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rare_fabulosity
2016-07-23 10:07 am UTC (link)

She wasn't upset he had been so thoughtful, but she hated being seen like this. Yet was she not the one that had thrown caution to the wind in her despair? Rarity felt so ashamed yet she was naturally dramatic.

"You are too good to us, darling," she said with a small smile as her fingers wiped her face clear of water and smeared around the black of makeup that dripped down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry to have startled you."

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	gatz 2016-08-14 12:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Not at all, as long as you're all right, then that's all that matters," he insisted, not wishing for her to feel embarrassed at all about it. He had been known to have his more melodramatic moments in time, and knew how it felt to be judged harshly by acts of passion. He wouldn't do that to her. "Now. How about we get back to dry land and I can make you some tea?" (Reply to this) (Parent)