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another little tumblr story
Prompt, from girlorpheus:
Oh yes. Yes she is. Finally, she found the door.
It was there all the time, she knew. Doors are not something that appears, they are something you learn to see. Slide your attention a little to the right, and up… there. That’s it. Now turn around, but not in any direction you know. And walk forward. And be brave.
She knew how, but she could never quite… there were so many things to get in the way, so many things to confuse her mind. Even she, a creature of the sea, not bound to human rules or human land, even she got lost for a while in the world through the shattered looking-glass, caught in the pointless motions and the ideas that numb your soul. It can happen to anyone. It happens to the strongest hearts. This world washes you away, and you get lost, for a little while.
But she found it, finally, and now, now, she’s not letting go, and her head falls back in a laugh that is not human in any way, a laugh like gull cries and summer storms and the beating of ocean on the shore. A laugh like sea glass. And she laughs, and she laughs, and the humans run, thinking, someone who laughs that way must be dangerous.
She is dangerous, she is dangerous. She has the knowledge they would kill for, and they don’t even know that they would.
But she’s not going to share it.
She is through the door, gone.
“Dancing with the rogue waves gives her peace of mind.”
(she’s on her way home)
Oh yes. Yes she is. Finally, she found the door.
It was there all the time, she knew. Doors are not something that appears, they are something you learn to see. Slide your attention a little to the right, and up… there. That’s it. Now turn around, but not in any direction you know. And walk forward. And be brave.
She knew how, but she could never quite… there were so many things to get in the way, so many things to confuse her mind. Even she, a creature of the sea, not bound to human rules or human land, even she got lost for a while in the world through the shattered looking-glass, caught in the pointless motions and the ideas that numb your soul. It can happen to anyone. It happens to the strongest hearts. This world washes you away, and you get lost, for a little while.
But she found it, finally, and now, now, she’s not letting go, and her head falls back in a laugh that is not human in any way, a laugh like gull cries and summer storms and the beating of ocean on the shore. A laugh like sea glass. And she laughs, and she laughs, and the humans run, thinking, someone who laughs that way must be dangerous.
She is dangerous, she is dangerous. She has the knowledge they would kill for, and they don’t even know that they would.
But she’s not going to share it.
She is through the door, gone.