meet me half way

N/A · 09-12-2016, 08:22 PM

Maybe she's a lost boy-- maybe she'll never grow up. Fortune can feel that, she can dig it. Everything feels gorgeous, everything feels beautiful, especially at dusk on this summer evening. Fireflies rose in clouds around her head, and she finds herself barking at them. It's a joyful sound, a joyful noise. She's all noise and excitement in a mood like this, where no one can see her. Wouldn't want to look like an absolute spaz, if someone was to see her, right? Absolutely. Er. Absolutely not? She's okay. Whatever's happening, she's okay.

Head tossing, she races through the grass-- it was near as tall as she was. How strange. How bizarre. It's not like Fortune is fast, either. Rather slow, her movements overall cumbersome, especially with the disconnect between her frame and her weight. Not enough muscle. Not near enough muscle. She won't let the self loathing set in, of course. That's not really appropriate. Not right now. A spark of light, Fortune is, right now. The girl can't help it. She never will be able to help that. It's hard. She's going to find a spark of light to live inside, and she's going to stay here forever.

Backlit by a setting sun, Fortune is a void in the light. Her shadow dances despite her clumsy movements. There's something about this, something strange. There's always something strange when it comes to the way her head works. Why should she worry? Why should she care?

fortune
shock & awe

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