Winter Song

[Adrienne Putilina]

DIG UP HER BONES, BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE

- - - - - - - - Boy with a broken soul, heart with a gaping hole - - - - - - - -

Tag:OpenWords:1,512Lyrics: Bones; Ms Mr

Outfit: to come Notes: eh

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two leaves chased one another across the cobbled stone, muted autumnal brown and and faded orange they jumped and rolled- one taking the lead only to relinquish it moments later. stem over leaf and back again, as if they couldn't quite make up their minds which of them it was that was supposed to be coming out on top of this friendly battle. at least it looked friendly. it could very well have been all their little paper-light bodies were capable of throwing though- the equivalent of scratching and punching their way forward. they were two of only a handful left from falls change into winter, the piles that had littered the courtyard only weeks previous already decayed and dead- replenishing the earth they'd originally come from- leaving behind a very few placed sparsely over the stone. the majority of them were barely rifling in light breeze that the frigid air current brought- they tracked underfoot- sticking to the bottom of other student's soles and pressing into the stone, left all the more decrepit because of it. these two were far enough away from the mainstream of traffic though, were off to the side near the stone benches that the students had all seemed to vacate the closer time came for class to start. it was one of these benches that the leaves struck against, pausing momentarily as if lost in explanation in why they couldn't continue moving forward... a pair of auburn eyes, irises lightened only by the strength of the sun's rays in this area, tracked their stuttered movement. sneaker clad feet picked their way around the stone, toe to heel- toe to heel; fluidly, gracefully, legs bending and shifting in order to not create an overly abundant gust of air with their movements. there would be no shifting of these leaves by her feet. not today. two hands dropped to her sides, pressing the swirling fabric around her legs into stillness- fingers bunching up into the material as if to will it to listen. no, no, no. just a little closer... she paused only when the sides of her shoes were completely parallel with the bench, head cocking to the side curiously as the wind shifted against her back, lifting one corner of the darker vegetation to curl upwards with it. pretty, up close there was so much more than just orange and brown. muted tans, mochas, reds- yellow veining...

one hand loosed its grip on the skirt of her dress, fingers trailing up her hips and across her midsection, her entire arm wrapping around it, flesh pushing against the familiar leather. black curls drifted, shifted as the body bent from the waist, symmetrical from the stone which the soles of her feet were pressed so firmly to. her spine arched to accommodate, shoulder blades flattening until she could pause just barely- her nose a few inches from where the two leaves now sat still. it appeared they were done fighting, done playing. the wind beneath their proverbial and quite visceral sails had been blocked by the slight form she presented above them, in front of them. so fragile... the patterns heightened even further, her lips curling in response. they were to be re-purposed. her skirt was finally completely released as her hand darted out, gathering the leaves carefully between her fingers and bringing them even closer for inspection. she could paint these- the way the colors twined and melded to create something new. if she'd had her bag on her she would have at the very least sketched them. she stayed poised like that for a collection of heartbeats- eyes tracing the coloring and form that she held in her hands before she allowed her spin to straighten slowly- uncurling her body upright and switching the leaves from one hand into two- her arms lifting high above her head to hold the things up against the light- watching the way the beams caught the miniscule lines that twisted and turned to make up the two things she was looking at. the leaves didn't look nearly as happy, not nearly as playful as they'd been chasing eachother. her eyebrows pulled down in disquiet, twirling the two stems between her fingers and watching the way everything seemed to tilt with them. they were so thin... it was no wonder if they'd actually been fighting that was the best display they could put up. maybe they'd just been trying to get to some place of safety and ensure that their slow deaths could happen in peace, maybe they'd been fighting one another over who got that spot that they'd both seen at the same time. lips twisted, her features dropping into a kind of horrified expression. broken. the leaves had been broken...

her arms dropped slowly, eyes following the leaves with something akin to wonder as she frowned sadly down at them. they were sad, but that was okay. very slowly she lifted them again, twining the stems together and pushing them behind the over large flower she'd already twined in the hair just behind her ear. safe. they were kept safe for now at least. safe. safe. safe. her feet rotated, legs moving just slightly to let her legs sway back and forth for a minute before looking back up to the cloudless sky. she hated cold. hated winter. hated the holiday season that was waiting just around the corner that all of this led to. she liked... spring. when the air was just warm enough to kiss her skin, when the flowers sprang up in full bloom and the orchards of hogwarts began to secrete the sweet smelling fruits from within. spring was wonderful. winter was the devil. literally. she'd wanted to wear a dress today... well, she was wearing a dress today- but she'd wanted to wear just the dress. not the black socks that stretched up over her thighs that she'd had to wear- or the extra fuzzy anklet pair that she'd grabbed as well. she'd almost slid jeans on as well, and tights- any number of layers to offset the toothless bite brought about by the weather. if it was spring instead of winter she'd be watching the leaves bloom, watching the plant life come to life- not die. not watch two leaves running for cover. her hand rose, absently brushing against the leaves now tucked behind her ear, somewhat startled to find that the crowd of students had grown even from what it had been- but then those out here now were sure to have a free period. right? it was why she was here. certainly there couldn't be that many kids skipping all in one place. she turned again, someone's shoulder catching her elbow, the curse that was directed her way nowhere near as stinging as the contact. not pain. fear. hard and fast it hit her, dragging her breath from her lungs as she back-peddled away from the dark-skinned male glaring at her. her hands lifted to her chest, both of them pressing hard over her sternum as she shook her head back and forth, some string of apology leaving her lips quickly- morphing the words into some joke about how clumsy she was. whatever worked.

a brightly, if definitely fake, smile plastered to her lips as her heavily accented words smoothed with each joke that passed her lips- watching as the guy half laughed off what had originally been a definite confrontation. she didn't do well with those, she never had. well, unless she was the one to start them. her smile shifted somewhat, eyes darting back behind him at the group that had paused to wait- the group that he was turning to now with a hurriedly called acceptance of her apology. it wasn't as if her awkwardness wasn't known. her eyes watched the boys back solemnly, smile slipping from her lips the moment he turned away. her heartbeat was still uncomfortably accelerated, lips pressed into a straight line as she stepped the two feet backwards, waiting until the backs of her knees hit the stone of the bench- her body falling back with a large huff. today was just... unacceptable. she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had a cigarette- it'd been more than a week surely, she'd had to wait to get her new pack in.. but even so... as if just thinking of her need summoned the will to do so she was dipping into her pockets, pulling a small cylindrical black stick out and pressing it between her lips as she watched the crowd that had gathered disperse somewhat. plenty of them had just been meeting up with their friends to go to a separate location. at least she figured that was what happened. she lifted the edge of her wand to the cigarette, inhaling as the end sparked, sucking the air down until she could feel the smoke filling her mouth. the acridly sweet smell surrounded her, legs coming up so that she could pull her knees to her chest, free arm wrapping around them.

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- - - - - - - - Dark, twisted fantasy - - - - - - - -
TURNED TO REALITY
- - - - - - -Kissing death and losing my breath - - - - - - -

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[Easton Oswald]

Staring. Alright Easton was staring. How could he not be. This girl, who, out of all of his years attending this school, he could have sworn that he had never seen before, in any capacity....was now flouncing around the courtyard like it was her own little marionette stage. She was dressed like one too. Her strange movements and her brightly colored dress. Nothing about her seemed to make sense, and while it was distracting, he had managed...to read all of four sentences on this entire page of text he was supposed to be damn near memorizing. It was something that he was supposed to be giving a report on next period, and he'd had more than enough time to finish it...he just, had been putting it off. Every time he thought about having to give an oral report...he got heartburn and sleepy. Just wanted to avoid it so that he didn't have to have people looking at him funny. He liked operating mostly under the radar. The one that people overlooked but somehow also usually managed to include. This girl, she was moving about slowly after a set of leaves, and he had been staring at them too, because he was a procrastinator at heart, but no matter how much he looked at them, he couldn't see what it was that had her so damned fascinated by it all. Didn't know just why it was that she had picked them up, or put them in her hair of all places. She was a strange one, and normally, he knew the strange ones. Enough to know their faces, and how to avoid them if they started moving down the hallway toward him. This one, was a perfect stranger and he really, didn't know how that was even possible. At least...for the first half hour he had been watching her he had just been confused, but the longer he stared, and the less that the people around her seemed to even notice her, moving around her to the point that they might as well have been moving through her, he was almost to the opinion that she was a ghost, and that he was the only one who could see her.

Thank Merlin some poor sod slammed right into her. Ghosts weren't solid. You would have passed right on through a ghost, if she was jarred, then she wasn't a ghost. It had been almost enough for him to turn back to his book, paper, thing, and start anew. Really...he should have just gotten up and left because he had this, and it needed to be done and he was still staring. Unabashed in watching her. Mumbling her apologies and the man nodding and moving about his business, logically that was what he should just go on ahead and do as well, and he wasn't even holding the paper up in front of his face anymore, not even pretending to read. His brow still pinched in confusion as it had been from the moment that she had first caught his attention, even as she plopped herself down next to him, like he was the one who was invisible. He stared, blinking slowly to see if she was going to yell at him, or fuss, or make some sort of scene about how he had been watching her and that wasn't okay, or that he was creepy, or any sort of insult along those lines...but she didn't even look at him. Maybe she thought that he was a ghost...maybe he was a ghost. Well. Now he was well on the path of freaking himself right the fuck out. He should stop that. Shifting his body down the bench slightly more as she pulled a black cigarette from her pocket and lit it with her wand, his nose crinkling at the smell. Unlike anything that he had the misfortune of smelling before. Like some sort of baked good gone horribly, horribly wrong. East shuffled the papers clutched in his hands, just to see if she noticed that she wasn't alone. Why. Why did she have to sit by him. A quick exam proved that yes, every single other bench in the entire courtyard was vacant. Every one but this one. He couldn't even tell what it was exactly that she was looking at from this angle. It didn't seem to be anything in particular as she stared ahead of her. So he shuffled them again, darting his eyes in her direction every few moments just to see...too quiet...he knew he tended to be. Most of the time, it helped him to be sneaky, but other times...well his distraction was distracting him and it was oddly stressful. So, he cleared his throat, and read the first line of text on his paper again for the millionth time.

[Adrienne Putilina]

DIG UP HER BONES, BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE

- - - - - - - - Boy with a broken soul, heart with a gaping hole - - - - - - - -

Tag:OpenWords:1,170Lyrics: Bones; Ms Mr

Outfit: to come Notes: eh

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Sweet relief. Acrid smoke stung the lungs, chased in further by the bright sting of still too cold, winter air. Puffed. Right down past her throat and filling her body, warm and present and anchoring. Anchoring. She needed to be anchored. Tethered to the ground, strings and ties and binding instruments to hold her down, keep her grounded. Grounded. Grounded so she didn’t drift and swirl and run like those leaves had- the air was still too crisp, too full- could pull her away with the smallest breeze and she couldn’t. Corners of her lips turned down, falling on her face as she looked out at the courtyard, disheartened by her own thoughts. Wasn’t free to tumble and run and… no, couldn’t think on it. Thinking would lead to emoting and the only thing she could possibly emote over that line was morose. Morose. She didn’t want to be morose. She wanted to be happy- light- airy. Dejected. Joel and his magics weren’t available. Didn’t need them so soon after the last anyways but it would have been nice, stemmed the ever present flow of voices in her head. Always so loud and clamoring, begging to be heard- she didn’t want to hear. Didn’t want to feel the press of all of it down on her head, pushing, and pulling, gnawing, and crashing. Little bitty ships seeking safe harbor. She was no harbor. She was the body of water that took them down- big, thunderous waves and dark, untested depths. Could drag them all down into her chasm and watch them break. She sniffed, blowing the gathered smoke out of her lips slowly, watching as the wind sought to steal it away and gathering her knees closer to her chest. Always taking. Stealing. Freeing. Her face scrunched, eyebrows coming down over the narrowed eyes. Mind was all in conflict today, couldn’t settle on one and choose, drove her crazy. She didn’t like feeling crazy. Out of control. Always out of control. Weird. Freak. Another puff of air, cloudy content only partly due to the smoke exiting her. Cold air, hot breath- steam. That’s what it was. Gray and white and translucent- fogging over the array of bright color behind it. So many colors. All at once, clamoring around the objects both moving and stationary alike. Och. Her head tilted, first one way and then the next- like she could sift out the thoughts running idly through her brain- make them depart one ear or the other… but no. No, not going to happen. Not logically possible. Required much more drugging to believe it even slightly to be so. Cigarette back in her mouth and she pulled in again, watching the mingling students start to dwindle again. Class starting. Or something. Something of the like. Maybe they were all congregating elsewhere- her head tilting up to look at the sky above her. Not meal times, sun wasn’t in the right position for any of the three offered so… Had breakfast already come?

Yes. Yes. And classes. She’d gone to those today too. Her fingers danced, rhythmically jiggling as the ash fell unchecked over the edge of the bench and to the stone below. Drifted, settled, would be rubbed in before she even came back to this spot she was sure- had tried once to leave a little amount under the bench but… wind, she hadn’t factored the wind and the experiment had gone without conclusion. If the day suited she might try again. Inside somewhere, perches and bathrooms and back hallways all- little nests littered throughout the castle with their forgotten uses. She cou- the sound grated to her left- body tensing with the suddenness that it had come, her chin whipping towards it even as all else about her froze- hair whipping about her face and falling into it as her gaze settled on the one who had made it. Clearing of the throat. Harrumphing. Little frog stuck in the lining- used when throat lining causes discomfort or when one is attempting to garner attention. Also when uncomfortable. Her body remained tense for another moment, smoke blowing airily out of one side of her mouth once the threat level was decided to be minimal- butt and feet pivoting upon the surface of the bench so as to see the subject more clearly. Beach- sand color hair and hairs stuck to his face, looking anywhere but at the girl next to him. At his book. Like he was reading but his eyes weren’t following along to anything she could see. Bronze. All bronze. Like a bronze little statue come to play- and the colors- colors were pretty. Her head cocked to the side, eyes running from the book and back to his face a number of times before she stirred again, cigarette moved- still lit, little cherry glowing- up to the ear not holding the leaves and perched between skin and hair, pointed up. Up. Up. Up. Didn’t want to burn. Char. Ugly smelling black in her hair, didn’t much like it. No, her fingers dug into the canister she’d gotten it from in the first place, coaxing another out with lithe little movements before pushing the unchosen back where they belonged, holding her hand out with the offering in it silently. Didn’t smell like smoke, but one brought a gift when one came to call. Hostess gift. Was required. Expected.

Host gift? Yes. She’d taken his bench, come calling without reason or explanation- least she could do was offer what she had on her to do so with. Didn’t mean to take another’s perch. Not intentional. People tended to forget that though. Crude words and angry lines in face when they realized she was there- harsh and unrelenting until she left or lost her temper. Didn’t like to lose her temper though. No. Snarling black and deep red caught her unawares and dragged her under. Made her hurt from the inside out and it always escaped. Always fled. Big bangs and flesh pounding, she didn’t like it. Didn’t like it. But those were bad days. Today was a bad day. But not a bad day. Not that day. Not that kind. Just…. Wrong. Wrong in the air, filtered wrong- all the voices too loud and hers not enough. Didn’t want to try talking and explain, should- understood that she should but to open her lips would be cause for more mockery. Her accent was too thick, her words too fast. Didn’t speak the way everyone else did sometimes and it bothered them. Made them look at her funny and talk around her like she didn’t understand. She knew though. Wasn’t stupid. More intelligent than most. Understood more, saw more, just differently. Saw it differently. Her fingers twitched, holding the cigarette aloft with still cocked head. “She did not mean to intrude,” slower, pacing out the words so that they came more clearly than they might had she not bothered. Accent rolling and tossing them from her lips with measured practice.

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- - - - - - - - Dark, twisted fantasy - - - - - - - -
TURNED TO REALITY
- - - - - - -Kissing death and losing my breath - - - - - - -

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