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strangetrip2018-05-02 11:20 am
st_arkcrowblack) wrote in strangetrip2018-05-02 11:20 am
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[EP] I am made of stars - OTA
It was night and everything smelled like the sea.
Snow White lay spread-eagle in middle of the parking lot, staring up at the stars. Her hair fanned around her head, inky black and, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to cut it since her arrival, growing almost absurdly long.
The sun had set over an hour ago and the sky was full into the black. The moon, not quite full but still nearly so, shone down silver and cool like a single huge, impassive eye. The sight of so much sky and so little horizon left her feeling dizzy, as though if she could forget the feeling of pavement under her back she might float upward and be lost in that eternity up there. It reminded her distantly of Mrs. H’s mirror and how it had caught the moon in its glass. But not enough to spoil the view. Not enough to make her afraid.
She’d had the nightmare again last night, the one where she was caught in the room full of fire. In the beginning it came every night. Then slowly but surely, it became less frequent. She hadn’t burned through the night in months. Logically, it would be months again before the fire, but she still couldn’t quite face going in, lying down, and closing her eyes.
She thought of Sansa and--because she had never asked--wondered if the stars in Westeros were different from the ones above her now. She wondered if that velvet black had a texture, and then if it was stupid to wonder that. She named all the constellations and stars she knew, some from her childhood observations, some from books she’d read in the library. Her gaze fixed for a time on Polaris.
She didn’t think anybody was around to hear her. “It’s so far away that no matter where we are, that’s still north.” It was a wild thought.
Snow White lay spread-eagle in middle of the parking lot, staring up at the stars. Her hair fanned around her head, inky black and, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to cut it since her arrival, growing almost absurdly long.
The sun had set over an hour ago and the sky was full into the black. The moon, not quite full but still nearly so, shone down silver and cool like a single huge, impassive eye. The sight of so much sky and so little horizon left her feeling dizzy, as though if she could forget the feeling of pavement under her back she might float upward and be lost in that eternity up there. It reminded her distantly of Mrs. H’s mirror and how it had caught the moon in its glass. But not enough to spoil the view. Not enough to make her afraid.
She’d had the nightmare again last night, the one where she was caught in the room full of fire. In the beginning it came every night. Then slowly but surely, it became less frequent. She hadn’t burned through the night in months. Logically, it would be months again before the fire, but she still couldn’t quite face going in, lying down, and closing her eyes.
She thought of Sansa and--because she had never asked--wondered if the stars in Westeros were different from the ones above her now. She wondered if that velvet black had a texture, and then if it was stupid to wonder that. She named all the constellations and stars she knew, some from her childhood observations, some from books she’d read in the library. Her gaze fixed for a time on Polaris.
She didn’t think anybody was around to hear her. “It’s so far away that no matter where we are, that’s still north.” It was a wild thought.
Re: Snow & Scanlan
"I'm fine," she said. Snow may not understand why people couldn't just call a thing what it was, but damned if she didn't understand keeping certain things to herself.
And the truth of the matter was... yeah, while that memory still cut, it didn't make her wish she had died too, as it did the first time. She scrubbed at her face with her arm.
Re: Snow & Scanlan
He seemed to take her word for it, absently strumming with no melody in mind this time. "Seems to me like you understand music just fine." He shrugged. "Just about finding the right kind you like."
Re: Snow & Scanlan
"Maybe," Snow agreed. She didn't think so, but that didn't really matter. "Was always better at stories, though."
Re: Snow & Scanlan
Scanlan liked telling stories, too. His interest was piqued, though. "Oh yeah? You have any good ones?"
Re: Snow & Scanlan
She remembered Sissy then. Sissy had liked her stories, even when she could only tell them in whisper and didn't tell them as pretty as they could be told. Sissy--and Lian and Little B--were all growing up without her.
Well. They'd been doing that before she showed up. They couldn't miss her half as much, weird as she could be.
Re: Snow & Scanlan
"One day, if you're up for it, I'd love to hear one. I enjoy a good story." He smiled, but didn't push any further. In fact, he stood up. "Would you prefer some privacy?"
Re: Snow & Scanlan
Re: Snow & Scanlan
Scanlan didn't seem put out at that. Hanging out with Vax for as long as he did, you got used to people who needed space sometimes.
"Alright." He tipped his non-existent hat to her. "Have a good evening, then."
Scanlan headed off toward the main building. Maybe he'd get some ale before he slept.
Re: Snow & Scanlan
"G'night," Snow answered softly. It was probably about time she tried to get to bed. She thought maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to sleep now.