Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 14:49:50 GMT -6
When Seychelles really thought about it, she realized she had been foolish to think she could escape so easily. The halls of the Manor had been hopelessly disorienting, so of course the grounds would be just as much so. Just how big could they really be? They couldn't be limitless, and yet, here she had been wandering for what felt like ages in what seemed like circles. She couldn't even find her way back to the house if she wanted to, let alone find a way to escape. She was trapped– even outdoors, she felt trapped.
The entire time she had been outside, the clouds had yet to break. Instead, her constant companion was the endless plane of grey that loomed mockingly overhead, as though taunting her, threatening that she might never see the sky again. She didn't want to believe that they might be right. She wanted to cling still to the hope that there was attainable peace, safety, joy… the truth was that hope was getting harder and harder to hold onto– so much so, she wondered if it was even there in the first place. Was there really a way out of a place that seemed so intent on reigning her in? Suddenly, the miracle of her "escape" from the mansion seemed more like a cruel joke: letting her believe for just a second that she could be free only to reveal that the cage was simply a little larger than originally perceived.
A grove of willow trees called her off the path she had been walking, the branches reaching down with an affable gentleness nothing else on the grounds exhibited. Feeling herself called, she approached them gingerly, letting the leaves brush over her head and caress her face. It felt almost magical, walking through the drooping branches like streamers from the ceiling. The muted green was a refreshing break from the grey. I guess there can be beauty here after all… She wound her way through the trees, one after another. Each successive tree encouraged her progression. She didn't have trees like this on her islands, yet she felt that she had known these trees all her life. They were tender, sympathetic. They offered solace from the harsh reality she faced, a place to hide. As long as she stayed entangled in the embrace of their branches, she needn't think of what might lie just beyond the leafy mantle.
As suddenly as she had found the grove, Seychelles came to a clearing. A lone well sat in the shade, as run-down as everything else she had discovered on these grounds. With a skeptical glance at the willow trees (it felt as though they had led her here), she left the safety of their branches to tentatively approach the well. The possibility of a drink reminded her of how tired she was from all her aimless wandering. Wouldn't a drink do her some good? She was so, very thirsty…
Stepping to the edge of the structure, she leaned against the stones and looked down into the depths. She couldn't see the bottom.
"How deep do you suppose it goes?" she asked nobody, already used to talking herself due to being accustomed to solitude. "Is there a bottom?" Entertaining the thought, she imagined that perhaps it was so deep that it might just open up in an entirely new world. "Is it a way out?" she went on, leaning further into the well.
"Is it a way out?" the words echoed back to her, almost as if inviting her to see for herself. What could be on the other side? No more wandering. No more fruitless searching. No more walking. No more fearing for her own fate or anyone else's. She could be truly free. The willows offered her refuge. They led her to an escape. Clutching the rocky edge, she heaved herself up, facing down into indiscernible darkness. A voice in the back of her head warned her that something was wrong. It did seem too easy, didn't it? After all of her suffering, how could escape be so simp all along? But she didn't listen to it. She had finally found a resurgence of the hope she thought she lost. She was going to get out of this accursed place. And then she was going to be free.
"You're a wishing well, aren't you?" she said aloud, this time addressing the stones and mortar as she dwelled on the stories she had heard of such things. Her head dipped lower still, hands gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. She was practically engulfed by the mouth of the well, so close to being swallowed whole. "Would you like to hear my wish?"
She wouldn't be tired anymore. She wouldn't have to worry.
"I wish I could get out. I want to get out!"
"I want to get out!" the words came back to her. Was this ratification? She slipped a little lower, now precariously hanging onto the rim. There was still something holding her back, but she didn't know what. There was an aura of submission that surrounded the deal, even though by all means she should feel liberated. Did she have to give in to escape?
I can grant you your wish. There still is hope. There is an escape. All you have to do…is let go.
All things considered, giving in felt like a small price to pay. She let go.
((Stupid starter was stupid. Eeehhh don't let her kill herself, please? ^^; ))
The entire time she had been outside, the clouds had yet to break. Instead, her constant companion was the endless plane of grey that loomed mockingly overhead, as though taunting her, threatening that she might never see the sky again. She didn't want to believe that they might be right. She wanted to cling still to the hope that there was attainable peace, safety, joy… the truth was that hope was getting harder and harder to hold onto– so much so, she wondered if it was even there in the first place. Was there really a way out of a place that seemed so intent on reigning her in? Suddenly, the miracle of her "escape" from the mansion seemed more like a cruel joke: letting her believe for just a second that she could be free only to reveal that the cage was simply a little larger than originally perceived.
A grove of willow trees called her off the path she had been walking, the branches reaching down with an affable gentleness nothing else on the grounds exhibited. Feeling herself called, she approached them gingerly, letting the leaves brush over her head and caress her face. It felt almost magical, walking through the drooping branches like streamers from the ceiling. The muted green was a refreshing break from the grey. I guess there can be beauty here after all… She wound her way through the trees, one after another. Each successive tree encouraged her progression. She didn't have trees like this on her islands, yet she felt that she had known these trees all her life. They were tender, sympathetic. They offered solace from the harsh reality she faced, a place to hide. As long as she stayed entangled in the embrace of their branches, she needn't think of what might lie just beyond the leafy mantle.
As suddenly as she had found the grove, Seychelles came to a clearing. A lone well sat in the shade, as run-down as everything else she had discovered on these grounds. With a skeptical glance at the willow trees (it felt as though they had led her here), she left the safety of their branches to tentatively approach the well. The possibility of a drink reminded her of how tired she was from all her aimless wandering. Wouldn't a drink do her some good? She was so, very thirsty…
Stepping to the edge of the structure, she leaned against the stones and looked down into the depths. She couldn't see the bottom.
"How deep do you suppose it goes?" she asked nobody, already used to talking herself due to being accustomed to solitude. "Is there a bottom?" Entertaining the thought, she imagined that perhaps it was so deep that it might just open up in an entirely new world. "Is it a way out?" she went on, leaning further into the well.
"Is it a way out?" the words echoed back to her, almost as if inviting her to see for herself. What could be on the other side? No more wandering. No more fruitless searching. No more walking. No more fearing for her own fate or anyone else's. She could be truly free. The willows offered her refuge. They led her to an escape. Clutching the rocky edge, she heaved herself up, facing down into indiscernible darkness. A voice in the back of her head warned her that something was wrong. It did seem too easy, didn't it? After all of her suffering, how could escape be so simp all along? But she didn't listen to it. She had finally found a resurgence of the hope she thought she lost. She was going to get out of this accursed place. And then she was going to be free.
"You're a wishing well, aren't you?" she said aloud, this time addressing the stones and mortar as she dwelled on the stories she had heard of such things. Her head dipped lower still, hands gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. She was practically engulfed by the mouth of the well, so close to being swallowed whole. "Would you like to hear my wish?"
She wouldn't be tired anymore. She wouldn't have to worry.
"I wish I could get out. I want to get out!"
"I want to get out!" the words came back to her. Was this ratification? She slipped a little lower, now precariously hanging onto the rim. There was still something holding her back, but she didn't know what. There was an aura of submission that surrounded the deal, even though by all means she should feel liberated. Did she have to give in to escape?
I can grant you your wish. There still is hope. There is an escape. All you have to do…is let go.
All things considered, giving in felt like a small price to pay. She let go.
((Stupid starter was stupid. Eeehhh don't let her kill herself, please? ^^; ))