Post by Tiff'blz on Feb 9, 2008 18:12:47 GMT -5
((It has been a while since I wrote anything, so I thought I would try again, with my old main character Tiffany. If anyone joins in, by all means, go right ahead, but dont expect an immediate reply, though in time I am sure I will write back.))
A chilling breeze swept across the opening in the torn hedge maze. Dried, dead leaves were pulled into a dance whispering as they scraped the concrete that lined the fountain. No other sounds were heard in the vast emptiness that was Cassis scenic fountain. The lush green of the hedge plants that created the maze that led to the gift, the treasure, the end of the maze that was the three tiered multi-color lighted fountain, had long since been burnt, dried up and crumbled away to be carried on the wind that had taken the leaves as its prisoner. The morbid dance continued as the wind seemed never to stop its westward bound path.
A light tapping was heard followed by a softened thud as a middle aged woman made it to the grass that of course had found little niches in which to grow in the concrete. Many times had Tiffany found her feet leading her to the place that she met Laodice, and many times she found her mind taken back to that fateful night. She was often lost in thought, disturbed by the present, so forced back to a better time, a time in which she could remember being happy. A flutter passed across her stomach, the same flittering butterfly feeling she felt when that boy stepped out of nowhere in front of her, to become the center of her thoughts.
It had been a long time since she had seen him. A ghost of his former self, but still the same dark dwelling man she had known. She had found his gift amazing, beautiful even, and had tried her hardest to get him to see the wonders of that talent that she found so easily.
Tiffany jerked herself forcefully out of her thoughts, physically shaking her head to shake them loose. As always, instead of actually leaving her thoughts, they were just pulled back for further contemplation at another time. She looked around her, looking as if she were seeing her surroundings for the very first time. She sighed when she saw the fountain. So broken. She took the last few steps forward to fountain, running one slender finger across the roughness of the stone. Life had been so rough lately. For some more than others. She herself had her bad times, the government using her as a weapon against her will, trying to make her think she was in good hands. In her grief of losing Laodice, to a time and place, a when and where of which she did not know, she was easily swayed by a reassuring tone and a loving smile.
No more of a shock to her system than when the gifteds broke out of the 'basement' of the home she had been residing in. She was a pawn in a bigger game, but they had made a mistake by thinking she would be a permanent ally. When she realized the truth, something akin to a smack in the face, she used the power she had been forced to find against them. She proved to be more than they could handle. How? One might ask that. Tiffany had no idea that she could manipulate the water in a human's body. At least without touching them and she had never learned how to control that ability. Not after what had happened with her fiance so many years ago...
That was a whole different story, and one Tiffany was not fond of recalling. She pulled her hands together in front of her, and closed her eyes. A deep breath preluded a sudden decrease in humidity. Tiffany drug most of the moisture out of the air in a ten mile radius. She centered the water around the fountain and let it flow down, cascading for over a minute to darken the fountains concrete foundation. When she had a moment to recollect the fountains past glory, she forced the water back into the air, dispersing it by evaporation. She found one of the benches, surprisingly still intact. She sat down daintily, not wanting to put too much weight just in case looks were deceiving her and it collapsed.
The wind died down, no longer blowing her hair around wildly. It was the same color it was so many years ago, a crystalline blue, now streaked with silver not from age, but from experiences and stress. She smoothed it down, pulling it together at the back of her head, and tied it with a hair band she always kept around her wrist. She cursed her ignorance, wondering why she had not done this sooner. She ran her fingers through the knots the wind created and wished she had a brush. She figured it gave her something to occupy her hands as she flipped the ponytail over her shoulder and ran her fingers slowly through it to untangle and tame her hair. She watched the sun glint off the silver and wondered if she should dye it. No.. this was her color.. this was her life, worn on her almost as much as the delicate lines that creased from her eyes, faint but present. She reveled also in how long it had gotten. It almost touched the ground, coming within an inch of the grass spotted concrete. She smiled faintly. Yes.. Life had been hard, but at least she got some peace.. She hoped.
A chilling breeze swept across the opening in the torn hedge maze. Dried, dead leaves were pulled into a dance whispering as they scraped the concrete that lined the fountain. No other sounds were heard in the vast emptiness that was Cassis scenic fountain. The lush green of the hedge plants that created the maze that led to the gift, the treasure, the end of the maze that was the three tiered multi-color lighted fountain, had long since been burnt, dried up and crumbled away to be carried on the wind that had taken the leaves as its prisoner. The morbid dance continued as the wind seemed never to stop its westward bound path.
A light tapping was heard followed by a softened thud as a middle aged woman made it to the grass that of course had found little niches in which to grow in the concrete. Many times had Tiffany found her feet leading her to the place that she met Laodice, and many times she found her mind taken back to that fateful night. She was often lost in thought, disturbed by the present, so forced back to a better time, a time in which she could remember being happy. A flutter passed across her stomach, the same flittering butterfly feeling she felt when that boy stepped out of nowhere in front of her, to become the center of her thoughts.
It had been a long time since she had seen him. A ghost of his former self, but still the same dark dwelling man she had known. She had found his gift amazing, beautiful even, and had tried her hardest to get him to see the wonders of that talent that she found so easily.
Tiffany jerked herself forcefully out of her thoughts, physically shaking her head to shake them loose. As always, instead of actually leaving her thoughts, they were just pulled back for further contemplation at another time. She looked around her, looking as if she were seeing her surroundings for the very first time. She sighed when she saw the fountain. So broken. She took the last few steps forward to fountain, running one slender finger across the roughness of the stone. Life had been so rough lately. For some more than others. She herself had her bad times, the government using her as a weapon against her will, trying to make her think she was in good hands. In her grief of losing Laodice, to a time and place, a when and where of which she did not know, she was easily swayed by a reassuring tone and a loving smile.
No more of a shock to her system than when the gifteds broke out of the 'basement' of the home she had been residing in. She was a pawn in a bigger game, but they had made a mistake by thinking she would be a permanent ally. When she realized the truth, something akin to a smack in the face, she used the power she had been forced to find against them. She proved to be more than they could handle. How? One might ask that. Tiffany had no idea that she could manipulate the water in a human's body. At least without touching them and she had never learned how to control that ability. Not after what had happened with her fiance so many years ago...
That was a whole different story, and one Tiffany was not fond of recalling. She pulled her hands together in front of her, and closed her eyes. A deep breath preluded a sudden decrease in humidity. Tiffany drug most of the moisture out of the air in a ten mile radius. She centered the water around the fountain and let it flow down, cascading for over a minute to darken the fountains concrete foundation. When she had a moment to recollect the fountains past glory, she forced the water back into the air, dispersing it by evaporation. She found one of the benches, surprisingly still intact. She sat down daintily, not wanting to put too much weight just in case looks were deceiving her and it collapsed.
The wind died down, no longer blowing her hair around wildly. It was the same color it was so many years ago, a crystalline blue, now streaked with silver not from age, but from experiences and stress. She smoothed it down, pulling it together at the back of her head, and tied it with a hair band she always kept around her wrist. She cursed her ignorance, wondering why she had not done this sooner. She ran her fingers through the knots the wind created and wished she had a brush. She figured it gave her something to occupy her hands as she flipped the ponytail over her shoulder and ran her fingers slowly through it to untangle and tame her hair. She watched the sun glint off the silver and wondered if she should dye it. No.. this was her color.. this was her life, worn on her almost as much as the delicate lines that creased from her eyes, faint but present. She reveled also in how long it had gotten. It almost touched the ground, coming within an inch of the grass spotted concrete. She smiled faintly. Yes.. Life had been hard, but at least she got some peace.. She hoped.
