Thread: A Fairy King and a missing Girl ||Lagertha x BlackTalon ||

A bug darted in and out of the room, around it, glowing as it climbed up the wall. A dark dank thing that had not seen a good coat of paint in a long time, or maintained in forever. The buzzing sounded in their ears, but they only watched, two girls both at their little desks writing. One however, pulled a book from her desk, hands gripping the book as she went over to the bug, smashing it with a loud sick THUMB against the wall. Disgusting.. The little blond called, sliding the back of her grey book against the dark green walls, the bugs guts dragged against the wall before she scooped it up and walked over towards the other girl slamming the book face up with the bug's guts on it on top of her open book. Look at it! Isn't it gross? The blond girl cackled, a girl of only eleven who had been inside these walls forever. Her blue eyes stared down at the other girl, a girl who was older by several years and had only gotten there about a year ago. Does it remind you of anything? The blond moved closer, whispering into the older girl's ears who only stared at the destroyed bug and it's green ooze of guts. 'Fairies! Fairies! There were fairies in my back yard! I have to go find them! They are my people!' The blond girl said the word in a mocking tone, no doubt repeating something the older girl of sixteen had said long ago. You didn't have to crush the thing. You could have let it go outside... Her green hues looked at the poor bug, it's leg still twitching on the binder of the book as she sighed. She ran a finger through her short hair, her eyes twitching at the buzzed cut she now wore, not yet used to the light feeling of her head. Her eyes were more a sea green than they really were green or blue, and her hair was the color of strawberry blond, though over the year staying here it had darkened in color drastically to a deep rich red. I don't believe in fairies anymore Livian. You should know such a thing..Sister Martha made sure of that. Livian, the blond huffed, smashing her hand against the dead bug as the sixteen year old girl looked up dully as if she had seen the act a million times before. She did not fight with the girl as Livian drug her hand over the book with the bug, pulling it off the grey binder and shaking the deep bug's body onto the ground. I thought you could appreciate such pretty dead things. It was only a year ago you came here spouting mad words about unbelievable creatures you had grown up with. Livian wiped her bug covered hand on her long grey dress, a white thing underneath as she looked at the girl sitting at her desk. Her blue eyes peered into the older girl's soulless one, as if a piece of the girl had been lost from the year being here. Sister Martha says we have more visitors today. We get to dress up again and see if one will take us home. Won't that be fun Aqua? Livian smiled, she had always wanted a home, a family to call her own, though the girl rarely impressed anyone. She had made it her mission in life to torment the girl at the desk since she had become roommates with her not long ago. That's not my name. Aqua squinted her eyes at the words on the book in front of her. The same grey book that had been worn down, a rusty old metal desk that looked more fit for a torture devise then it did a desk, and the chair she sat in was nothing fancy, a wooden chair. She wore a similar set of clothing, a long black dress, with a long turtle neck grey top below. Her body was hidden well below, but it was hard to make out any details with the loose material, unfaltering. Livian huffed, laughing at Aqua and forced the girl to look up at her. What is it now Livian? It's been your name for a year. You've yet to remember your first name or last name since you came to us, and even if Sister Martha told you, you don't remember. So they gave you a new one for your new life, you should get used to it Aqua. Livian moved back to her desk, it was right beside Aqua's on a small wall, both desks were only 4x4. Each desk had the same set up of grey books lined on opposite sides, a pencil case, same chair, same set up. There twin beds were behind them, a bathroom to their left. Aqua only looked at her, as if not truly realizing what she said, though it did make sense. How long ago was it before you had your last episode about fantasy creatures Aqua? Livian was amusing herself, tormenting the poor girl again who went back to looking at her book. I haven't been medicated in months Livian. I haven't spouted any nonsense since that point.. It was true Aqua had not needed her shots to calm her down, or needed to be placed in a locked room by herself anymore with Sister Martha coming inside to try to shake her back to reality. The girl however was still on major medications, ones that dulled the mind, anxiety meds, depression, shaking meds, anything to keep the girl sane for a time and not spouting nonsense about fairies. It also numbed her enough that she didn't care if Livian poked fun at her wounds, or if someone brought up the topic of her parents. She was numb to the whole thing, the whole scenario that had happened a year ago. At least the parents coming for children will be happy you aren't acting crazy or making a scene anymore. Livian had sat down at her desk, thrumming her fingers on the book bored as she stared at that awful puke colored wall, the paint chipping. The last time Aqua had been aloud out in the classroom or on display for parents in the orphanage had been months ago, when she had refused to give up on the idea of mythical creatures. Livian looked at Aqua, the girl had come to the orphanage after her parents had died in a car crash a year ago, and Aqua had been so out of it that the police had not known where to begin to find family members for the girl to stay out. Though Livian had seen Aqua's Aunt Renee come once to visit when she had first arrived, only to have the big porky woman gasp and say that was not the niece she remembered. As much enjoyment Livian got from torturing the girl, it had irritated her to no end seeing Aqua's Aunt disown her own retaliative. Livian had asked one of the sister to allow Aqua to be her roommate then, though she had never told Aqua as much, and even if she did Aqua didn't care for anything anymore. Aqua..do you remember what your house looked like? Or what your parents looked like? Livian was staring at the wall as Aqua looked at her. I don't remember anything but waking up this morning Livian. To you dripping water on my head. I tend not to remember anything, or dream anymore. I don't remember what dreaming is like. Aqua's expression was blank, as though the girl had lost all emotions on the concoctions they had put her on, and the things they had put her through to forget what had happened. I only remember what you and Sister Martha tell me. I've been here for a year, I was obsessed with fairies when I first came here. My parents are dead. My hair was cut because of lice. I have no family that wants me. I'm not emotionally stable. Aqua looked back at her book, no tears formed as she said the words. Livian looked at her frowning. When Aqua had first been her roommate she had tried to be nice to Aqua, but after a month Livian quickly learned the girl forgot every thing the day before. In fact, most everything in their room had a label on it, to refresh Aqua's memory of what it was, and Livian had made it a habit of telling Aqua who she was when she woke the emotionless girl. There is some good news Aqua. Livian finally started to speak again, this time in a less annoying tone. She did enjoy being mean to Aqua sometimes to get her own frustrations out, but that was only because Aqua didn't remember the next day. Aqua looked up, though she looked at the wall ahead instead of looking at Livian. Father Predio says you can start going to school next door again. Where the boys are at, or at least play outside with other kids your age. Doesn't that sound fun? Livian would love a chance to be able to play with kids that had real families and she hoped the news would give Aqua some hope, but the girl seemed unphased as always. I'd rather stay in my room and study. Other kids are distracting and I don't enjoy taking more medication just to focus on the task at hand. Livian rolled her eyes at Aqua's words as the door to their bedroom shot open. A fairly short woman covered in cloth from head to toe in the same black material moved slowly inside. She looked at the two girls, Livian having shot to her feet and Aqua staying in her seat reading. Mother Gertrude! Livian spoke up, poking Aqua's shoulder but the girl did not stir as the little woman walked in only standing at 4'7. Even Livian at eleven stood taller, nearly 5'6 already. Aqua would stand in the middle of height, only standing around 5'0. Mother Gertrude's golden eyes looked at Aqua's back, her buzzed hair as she moved closer to the girl. She placed an old wrinkled hand on Aqua's scalp, causing Aqua to sit straight and not move. Hello Livian. I take it your been treating your roommate Caroline with much respect? Aqua looked at Livian as Mother Gertrude spoke, her eyes were wide as if she was curious as to whom she was calling Caroline. Livian nodded, before looking at the confused Aqua. She doesn't know that's her name though Mother Gertrude. Everyone calls her Aqua. It's the only name she recognizes anyone calling her. Livian rubbed her hands together, nervous as she looked at Aqua. Is that so Ms. Winther? Do you not remember your own name? Mother Gertrude was rubbing Aqua's head as she spoke, but Aqua didn't seem to notice she was talking to her. Aqua? Aqua's head turned the side as Mother Gertrude said the name she recognized. She looked at the old woman with a raised brow as Mother Gertrude smiled. I suppose you were right after all then Livian. Hello Aqua. How are you doing today? Do you feel well enough to go shopping with me in the market? Aqua looked into Mother Gertrude's eyes. It was often Aqua had gone shopping with her since living here, because none of the other nuns enjoyed working with Aqua after she had been stabilized on medications. Mother Gertrude liked Aqua, her spirit, and enjoyed her company more than the other nuns around her. Of course. Aqua's voice was as monotone as always. It never fluctuated anymore, it had ceased months ago. She had often heard Livian talking about how she had been screaming and crying when she had first arrived, but Aqua didn't remember every having any real tone in her voice besides the one she had now. Aqua started to stand up, brushing her dress down as Mother Gertrude looked up at smiling. She took Aqua's hand, moving slowly as Livian waved bye to them while they walked out of the small room.