yindi [PHLOX] (weema) wrote in xemplifylogs, |
As the pair began to fall back into their pattern of things, Yindi easily lifted his sunnies from his hand and gently played with them a moment between her fingers as she talked. Finally, the came to rest on her ears and the bridge of her nose, her room considerably darker now. Her head was turned to Remy as he began to speak. It was understood why Remy preferred to wear the sunnies, not just to make matters a bit more relaxed because of the intensity of his eyes, but because he could hide behind them when he wanted to.
"Another big adven'cha," Yindi repeated and tried to smile. Remy was right, even when it took him a bit to get to his point. It had been a very long year, very long indeed and Yindi had been through more in this small period of her life than any time before. A hand stretched out and her index finger flicked some of Remy's hair around on the bed. It looked like a strange, shimmering splatter of oil, it was so dark.
He went on about Burnum and it made her heart ache. She had thought about him a few times when she was in and out downstairs in the ward, but Remy mentioning him made her miss Burnum all the more. Yindi went from sitting to slouching and finally she just flopped over onto her side, back still against the wall, and her head was even with Remy's. Burnum was one of those people in a life that no matter how bad the situation was, everything was going to be all right. "I really wish Burnum was here, but I'm glad I have yeu," she admitted softly and she lifted the sunnies off of her eyes. Tears shined over the greens and one rolled right out of her eye and into her blankets.
The finger flicking his hair suddenly felt tight in the tip of it. It was like someone or something pinched the pad of her finger. Yindi stopped playing a moment and turned her finger up in the air to see what might have done it. "Look," she said softly, a volume appropriate as they were quite close now. Yindi had not even seen this happen as it happened and so she was fixated. The pad of her index finger looked swollen and slowly it looked like her skin tore open. It was a little cut, but there was no blood. Something pushed through, small, round and green; with its first breath of fresh air, the little bud grew, and opened. Out of the pad of Yindi's wee index finger came a flash of purple, a single bud.
"It's heliotrope," Yindi whispered carefully, almost afraid that talking to it would hurt it somehow. She still was not sure how this all worked. But the little blossom looked happy enough, and Yindi added, "It's a sign of devotion."