tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-08-14 21:24:00 |
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Original poster: the__stranger
Who: The Stranger & The Willful Child
What: Luca going to leave a certain ring in her mailbox.
Where: Corrie's Apartment.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Some believed the measure of man could be judged by the things he had in life; his love, his children, his tangible belongings. If the man was a hardworking individual, he had these things in multitude. He had a lot to show for his years spent on earth, and his days would be remembered.
But what about someone like Luca Gry? What did he have to show to the world or offer to his love? His life had never been something considered normal; he had never really had a place to call home, and was always on the move with his Caravan. Home for Luca was in the people he cared for, in the faces that remained familiar throughout his years, and in the voices that rang out with fond familiarity everytime they met up again even after a long period of time. It was these intangible things, these emotions and memories that meant the most to him. The materialistic aspects of his life, came and went. He had highs and lows of his finances, but it was his intention and his heart that never changed.
But under normal circumstances, was he considered a worthy man? No steady job, nor home, or car. At the moment, there was hardly 50 dollars in his wallet, and Luca didn't have a bank account or some hidden savings somewhere. That was it, he was just a man without physical worth, a man without value. Or so it seemed. How else could it be explained? Corrie had given up on him, when it had all along been his worst fear, and yet he knew it'd been coming. She was unlike himself, unattuned to his lifestyle, how could he have ever expected it all to turn out okay, with him going and coming as he pleased?
But Luca couldn't help it. He didn't have a lot of things in his life, but he valued his freedom.
It had come to his, he was going to leave her the only thing he had left to give. He ventured to her apartment, with no intention of knocking, he really couldn't withstand Corrie telling him all of the things she had said online to his face.
He was wearing a pair of black dickies pants, held up by an old brown leather belt. A pair of worn brown vans slip ons on his feet he'd gotten from a local thrift store that were slightly too small, but not really uncomfortable, just snug. He had on a gray thermal, with a simple black tshirt over it, and lastly his bag slung over his shoulder. He stopped at the sidewalk in front of her apartment, his dark blue eyes lifting and darting over the old New Orleans architecture. Biting at the inside of his lower lip, he moved to her mailbox.
With a heavy heart, his hands deliberately removed the clasp that held the chain from his neck, glancing down as his ran his fingers over the familiar silver ring. Smooth and shiny on the outside, it looked as though a wedding ring, for someone who had been poor, since Gold was of better value. He'd kept it polished and it was still beautiful in its simplicity. He tilted it so he could see the curving script, "I love you," the inscription read in Romanian. He'd scribbled earlier on the Envelope he had ready in his back pocket; on the front "To Corrie" on the back, in even smaller writing, "From Luca". It had been a decision to share with her his real name, the one his mother had called him since his birth. She may not realize who the letter was from initially, but what was inside could heed a very strong clue.
He dropped the ring and chain into the envelope and sealed it carefully, before he dropped it into her mailbox. It was the only tangible thing his mother had left him, and it still remained the only tangible thing Luca had.
But he was giving it away, to someone who may or may not appreciate it and with it went his heart.