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tamingthemuseTitle: Beginning
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #327 - Rough
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "I was nine," Miranda recalled...
"I was nine," Miranda recalled, her gaze drifted away from reality as those simple words sent her back to the past.
"I remember it very distinctively because it was my birthday. I wanted to go play in the woods of our estate but my mother wouldn't let me. She told me I was getting too old for those kinds of games and that anyway woods weren't for little girls. It didn't make sense to me then." Miranda's eyes focused on Pearl.
"My parents were never around when I was a kid," she explained. "I was raised by preceptors and nurses but they couldn't watch over me all the time. I had a lot of freedom back then. What I liked to do the most was escape to the woods." A smile grew on her lips as her eyes became unfocused again.
"The woods were my favourite place. They were all that my house wasn't. There was adventures and mystery. Things were a mess, the ground was never soft, the trees never aligned to the millimetre, animals could make wounds when hey wished to and I," Miranda paused for a second, her smile transforming into a cheek grin, the one Pearl thought she must have worn so much as a child. "I could run free, I would get dirty, I could scream there was no one to stop me." Miranda remained silent for a few seconds before allowing herself to ease back into the present.
"So when my mother told me I couldn't explore the woods anymore I simply couldn't take it. They were my playground, the one place were no one had any expectations for me. So of course I didn't listen to her and I ran to the woods. I had tears falling down my cheeks but I could barely feel them under the slap of the wind. Before anyone could stop me I was deep into the trees. I had climbed high into a tree, the roughest I could find to scratch my hands and mess up my dress against its trunk. And that's when I found it, the rock." Her eyes shone with excitement at the memory and only then she memories took over her, claiming her attention. "It was small and black and I would have missed it if a ray of sun hadn't hit it. I grabbed it in anger, wanting to throw it far away from me. It was too smooth. But then as it touched my skin I could feel its warmth. It shouldn't have been this warm, the ray of suns were too weak here. I started to turn it around, examine every details of it, my fingers gently caressing it." She smiled widely as she focused back on Pearl.
"That's when it happened for the first time. I landed in the alley next to this building. The ground was layered with debris of all kind, I could hear a cacophony of sound from the street, and it was stinking. I laughed." She chuckled echoing the distant laugh of her younger self. "I didn't even care what had happened, or where I was. I had escaped my mother, I had fled my polished world."
Her smile slowly washed away from her face as the words came out of her mouth. "I think I've spent my life fleeing one world or the other. I could never be satisfied in one." She paused before adding, "I wish I could mix both into one." She closed her eyes to fight back the tears that were coming to her.
Pearl grabbed her heard, squeezing it tight in hers. She wished she could tell her that there was a way, it was possible for her to get the best of both worlds, or more than two worlds, but she couldn't. She wasn't ready to give up this life and bear the weight of this world on her shoulder.
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #327 - Rough
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "I was nine," Miranda recalled...
"I was nine," Miranda recalled, her gaze drifted away from reality as those simple words sent her back to the past.
"I remember it very distinctively because it was my birthday. I wanted to go play in the woods of our estate but my mother wouldn't let me. She told me I was getting too old for those kinds of games and that anyway woods weren't for little girls. It didn't make sense to me then." Miranda's eyes focused on Pearl.
"My parents were never around when I was a kid," she explained. "I was raised by preceptors and nurses but they couldn't watch over me all the time. I had a lot of freedom back then. What I liked to do the most was escape to the woods." A smile grew on her lips as her eyes became unfocused again.
"The woods were my favourite place. They were all that my house wasn't. There was adventures and mystery. Things were a mess, the ground was never soft, the trees never aligned to the millimetre, animals could make wounds when hey wished to and I," Miranda paused for a second, her smile transforming into a cheek grin, the one Pearl thought she must have worn so much as a child. "I could run free, I would get dirty, I could scream there was no one to stop me." Miranda remained silent for a few seconds before allowing herself to ease back into the present.
"So when my mother told me I couldn't explore the woods anymore I simply couldn't take it. They were my playground, the one place were no one had any expectations for me. So of course I didn't listen to her and I ran to the woods. I had tears falling down my cheeks but I could barely feel them under the slap of the wind. Before anyone could stop me I was deep into the trees. I had climbed high into a tree, the roughest I could find to scratch my hands and mess up my dress against its trunk. And that's when I found it, the rock." Her eyes shone with excitement at the memory and only then she memories took over her, claiming her attention. "It was small and black and I would have missed it if a ray of sun hadn't hit it. I grabbed it in anger, wanting to throw it far away from me. It was too smooth. But then as it touched my skin I could feel its warmth. It shouldn't have been this warm, the ray of suns were too weak here. I started to turn it around, examine every details of it, my fingers gently caressing it." She smiled widely as she focused back on Pearl.
"That's when it happened for the first time. I landed in the alley next to this building. The ground was layered with debris of all kind, I could hear a cacophony of sound from the street, and it was stinking. I laughed." She chuckled echoing the distant laugh of her younger self. "I didn't even care what had happened, or where I was. I had escaped my mother, I had fled my polished world."
Her smile slowly washed away from her face as the words came out of her mouth. "I think I've spent my life fleeing one world or the other. I could never be satisfied in one." She paused before adding, "I wish I could mix both into one." She closed her eyes to fight back the tears that were coming to her.
Pearl grabbed her heard, squeezing it tight in hers. She wished she could tell her that there was a way, it was possible for her to get the best of both worlds, or more than two worlds, but she couldn't. She wasn't ready to give up this life and bear the weight of this world on her shoulder.
