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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 & Maya
"I know," Snow murmured. Aside from the fact that an Indian was literally one of the worst thing to be in 19th century America, she'd had Bear to help her fill in those gaps in her knowledge of history. So she did know that most girls who looked like her ended up in institutions that made Charlotte Bronte's Lowood look like a cakewalk... but home had been worse than any of those stories. "But maybe I'd've learned something worth knowing." All she'd been trained for was how to make a grave for herself and die in that house, like her mother had. Because training her for anything else meant acknowledging her, giving her a dowry, marrying her off. Not that anyone in their right mind would have her.
Re: Snow & Maya
"Maybe. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to find out. Tutors aren't the same, I know." Sure, there were people here who could teach Snow the things she didn't learn in school, but the experience would be different. "On the other hand, the things I've most enjoyed learning, I didn't learn in school."
Re: Snow & Maya
Snow nodded. And for a long time she didn't say anything at all.
Then, perhaps abruptly, but true, "Thanks. I think I can sleep now."
Re: Snow & Maya