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robin edward sanders
 Posted on: Oct 18 2017, 09:59 PM
christopher robin
❝ You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ❞
winnie the pooh
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amanda



tag: isabella grace clare
notes: finally!

For all the stress and strife he dealt with on any given day, Robin often forgot that he should consider himself lucky to be in San Francisco.

When he'd first arrived, all he could think about was how he missed home. He missed his mother and his friends, his house and his room, and especially the adventures he'd had without ever leaving those four walls. Even being at school - with its strict rules and horrid teachers and even worse students - was better, at first, than this place. The promise that he would be able to return home at the end of term was the one sliver of hope he had held on to. He had had a little daydream to keep him going, and he'd play it on repeat in the back of his mind to keep himself from losing faith when he was buried in maths homework. Once he closed his eyes, he was back in the Hundred Acre Wood, at a long table out in front of Pooh Bear's house... His friends had assembled to put on a welcome home party for him. They made party hats and a whole cake to share. Each of them had brought something special to celebrate his return, they sang him a belated "happy birthday" for the one they'd missed while he was away, and then he.... and then...

When the daydream became harder and harder to play, Robin knew something was wrong. When the faces he once knew became blurry and desaturated when formerly they were bright and crystal clear as the first day he'd imagined them, something was very wrong. Like a sort of clockwork motion, Rob woke up on his day off, gathered a few things in his backpack, and set off toward the park that was home to the bridge between this world and his own. His feet knew the way well, after coming over nearly two years ago. He'd made this journey every few months - and every time it was because his memories had started to go fuzzy. Most of them he could stand to lose, he admitted. Every day he wished to forget the boys who bullied him in school, or the rainy days when he wasn't allowed to go into the school yard. But when the daydream started to fade, he knew he had to return.

He didn't like crossing the portal, and he was fairly certain he never would. The probable danger aside, it made him feel like a child again, and that was something Rob almost dreaded more than being caught unawares by some dark creature. The last two years had been spent hard at work becoming an independent adult, and when he crossed over he always ended up feeling small... helpless. He had contemplated asking for a guide to help him through - he certainly could have used one. But he'd struggled and scraped by so he could prove to himself that he wasn't just a kid; seeking help would mean admitting that he was as helpless as he feared. And so, on his way into the park and down the winding pathways, he had to convince himself to go on his own. It wasn't easy: every other minute he'd change his mind. One moment he'd be confident in his decision, and the next he'd wonder just how long it would take to run back to Haven Hill. The next after that he would decide that it wasn't even worth crossing in the first place. He could go back home and live with his fuzzy memories, he thought, before reconsidering once more.

He was going to do it; Rob picked up his pace, hands grasping at the loose ends of his book bag's straps, and headed toward the mystical structure in the middle of the park. Trainer-clad feet hitting the pavement in a quick tempo, he came closer, and closer... He might have succeeded, too, if he didn't notice the stranger nearby. She seemed to be heading the same way as he, and if he disappeared into thin air, she'd surely notice. Robin had been told not to make himself too obvious, and vanishing would be pretty darn obvious. In an inner state of panic, he decided better of it, stopping short and instead finding a seat on a bench nearby.

Several minutes passed without more movement from Rob, save for his consistent glances back to where the portal lay - or where it were, were it not entirely invisible. Instead the boy looked back and forth at the bridge and its unseen entryway. He bounced back and forth between his decision once again, without making much progress. Finally he hung his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair as he looked at the pavement below his feet. "I'll never get over there at this rate..." he muttered to himself, not entirely sure he hadn't been heard by some passer-by.


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isabella grace clare
 Posted on: Dec 19 2017, 08:30 AM
Cinderella
❝ A dream is a wish your heart makes ❞
Cinderella
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lowrie



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
 
thanks alyssa

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