Zinnia Hearst | Iounn (applesandyouth) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-03-27 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, × central park, ♥ holt carson, ♥ zinnia hearst, ♦ bragi, ♦ iounn |
Who: Iounn and Bragi
What: Unsure of how she'll do it, Iounn feels the only way to fix her mistake is to make sure she does what was meant to happen in the first place. She leaves the hospital when she isn't supposed to.
Where: Central Park
When: Tuesday afternoon
She had been selfish and now she suffered the consequences of that. Mr. Hearst was growing ill and rapidly so while her body knit it's self back together seamlessly from the touch of Shiva's kind hands. It was supposed to be different. Her father was supposed to feel sick for just a small while and then be better just the same as her. Then she could tell him who she was and invite him into that part of her world she had been waking into... but only hour ago Mr. Hearst was admitted to the same hospital she was forced to be in until tests were done for her quick recovery and remission.
There was clearly something wrong and somehow Robert had locked Shiva away, again her fault. And now the Baron suffered pain from the mistake, and though Odin had such wise words she was blinded by the pain Zinny felt in all the things she felt were her fault entirely. How did she think this would work out anyway? That she would recover miraculously and then be allowed to be with Holt Carson just like that? She'd ruin his life, she knew she would, but Iounn had been selfish and now it was time to fix her mistakes.
With a new found energy she was able to dress quickly and she very nearly ran out of that hospital, unable to take a second longer in that place. She didn't stop running for what felt like an age but she only rested a few moments, where she greedily swallowed down the fresh air, before she moved on. She couldn't be sure how to do it, where, with what, but somehow she ended up in Central Park where she had climbed many trees in her short life.
Iounn stood under one grand oak with her chin tilted back as she examined it, phone clutched in her hand and tears sailing down the curves of her apple red cheeks. The dreams were always her sitting in a tree with nine branches, and everyone below her kept saying come find us, come home, come find us. Perhaps that is how she would do it.