The leaves had fallen so fast. A drizzle of rain was all it took for the trees to give up their color, and then soon enough snow would blanket the ground in a frozen wasteland. The thick smoke of her pipe swirled into the air, and her boots tenativley whispered on the cold pavement; free hand shoved deep in the pocket of her black wool military jacket. A quick visit to the "Alice in Wonderland" statue, and a stroll in the park always helped clear her mind. Silver eyes studied the bronze, her hand pulled the pipe away from her red lips. Contemplation.
Not long ago, a year maybe? No. Three? She had found a mini voodoo princess on the streets of the city. It seemed like mere hours had passed since they shared Thanksgiving together, with her uncle, father, and a legion of other tragedies. The corner of her lip curled to think the package would reach the child's apartment soon. Full of spooky candies, home made baked goods, and other halloween treasures. She turned her face to the west, as if hoping for a glimpse of the plane. The setting sun made her ghostly skin glow. They had left for California, no amount of resentment would change what she missed so dearly. A blondie, who cleaned up his act. And his girl; a beautiful young woman, with a tattoo of a fish. A few cards were sent out to them.
Her mind turned dust-covered pages to find a girl with curling blonde hair. White gloves, a carefree smile, and excellent taste in poetry. Ah, yes. The woman locked eyes with the larger-than-life bronze gaze of Alice seated atop a giant mushroom, and she smiled again, remembering the young woman's hunger for adventure. If she could only go back. Tea in beautiful gardens, the warmth of the sun on lace and silk, the shamelessness of giggling like children.
And finally, the immortal turned her attention to a captain with firey red hair, a taste for rum, and star-filled moonless nights. The creaking of masts, the roar of sails, the eyes of the captain herself. The alluring pull of the waves, and the deadly calm of the blackness below. The terror of the storms, and utter joy of the crew below deck... the haunting tunes now only her fingers remembered how to play on the ancient violin, her ears and memory had failed to recall.
Turning on her heels to return from where she came, she'd found her pipe glowing no longer. She had only lingered too long, the black bowl of cold tobacco told her... But it was never long enough.
Thinking of you.
Miss you.
That was really lovely c':
Thanks so much Tera, I don't
1.) It's about characters that aren't around anymore/on very seldomly.
2.) Not many know who Lady Bones is either, thanks to my lack of activity and paranoia (<-- that will change.)
I miss our RL note writing too! That was so much fun. (:
Bones! ♥ She's going
She's going to be played more, I hope? Yay! Love her so much.
Hey Ocean! You took an