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INGRID GRIMOIRE & SEDRICK SHELLEY
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GABRIEL RICHTER & KATHERINE BELLAMY
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|robin edward sanders||
Posted: Oct 18 2017, 09:59 PM
|isabella grace clare||
Posted: Dec 19 2017, 08:30 AM
a dream is a wish
On days off she often liked to go to the park and walk among the flower beds, the heady scent of lavender giving a calming effect on her. She would need that calm for as lovely as the park was, it was very nerving for her. Especially when she came closer to the bridge between worlds. To others in the park it was simply a bridge to cross over to the other side. To her, and others like her, it was a bridge to home. To another world where danger lurked and home was no longer safe. That was the thought that unnerved Ella; that though her home was not safe always, she did have a home, yet the darkness was there making it unrecognisable. To find that home was a place you could not run to when you were scared, to not have something familiar around you…
Yes she had her friends, but even those were unrecognisable thanks to the portals magic. No longer were they the mice, dog, and horse that helped her get to the Ball those few short months ago. Now they were human and struggling in their new roles. At least a little, she had a feeling the novelty of being a human had worn off now, and they missed their own bodies. Ella made a mental note to ask them how they were doing on that front when she got the chance.
As the bridge came into sight Ella slowed her steps. She was still unsure of it if she was honest. Though it might had saved her that night, she also lost any chance of seeing her home, of seeing the man she danced with again. They had a connection that night, and though she had never entertained seeing him again - the memory of dancing with him was enough - the portal had ripped that chance away from her. It was a magical night, and one she did not ever want to forget, a freedom she was not allowed to have. That was precious to Ella, she had so few happy memories in her later years after her parents were both dead. She’d hate to lose them, and so crossing the portal will become essential if she didn’t want to lose them…
The park was surprisingly quiet in this area, all but one other person was here. Ella gave a small smile in his direction, but she didn’t think he really saw her as such. He seemed nervous, like herself, or at least just distracted. She thought nothing more of it until she saw him stop in his tracks and change direction. Was he going to cross the bridge then thought better of it? Why would he unless he thought something other than just crossing to the other path was going to happen. Ella couldn’t say she recognised him from Haven Hill, but that was not to say he wasn’t from there. She herself had not long arrived, and she couldn’t say she knew everyone there, not yet.
So she continued on her way, taking care not to look at the bridge or the young man that had sat down on the bench nearby. So she would not be crossing today. In truth she never was going to cross, just being near the bridge took all her courage enough. It was still all a mystery to her despite the debriefs she had at Haven Hill. Since she was driven through the portal, she never even knew where she was until someone found her and explained. So it was understandable that she was scared of the unknown that was the portal in her case. She was afraid that it would take her somewhere she didn’t know. And if she did cross, would she even be able to return? It was that thought more than any other that held Ella back from crossing.
She was about to just walk past the young man on the bench, the path took her right behind it, when she heard him. She paused, unsure if she should say anything, or just continue on her way. Yet he seemed so sad, to her, or disappointed she felt she had to say something. So though she had paused for a second or two, she made the decision to stop and talk to him. “Excuse me,” she said kindly, walking round, “but you can cross if you like, I’m from there myself.” Well she hoped that was what he meant, otherwise she had some explaining to do, she thought as she stood there, waiting for an answer.
notes : hope this is ok jewel! | tags: robin edward sanders
images all made by sam thanks! <3