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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 3:19:40 GMT
Rowena sat delicately in a tree, legs crossed lady-like on the lowest branch. She wore a white dress that fell down around her ankles, in a pale and shimmery fabric. It almost blended with her naturally pale skin. Her features were cat like, big blue eyes taking up most of her slender heart face. Her nose was sharp and delicate with lips full and pouted. She was barefoot, again. The weather was unusually cold. All over Panem had been experiencing weird and unusual weather. She should have been wearing boots, a coat, and winter pants. The sky darkened another shade of gray and she watched with wide-eyed wonderment as little flakes of snow drifted from the sky. It never snowed this early in the year. Thrill ran through her and she dropped off the branch, bare feet landing against the frozen ground. She didn't mind it. She liked feeling connected to the earth. She was in the same clearing where she'd first met Bo. It was her favorite place to come. It was her place. It was rare that anyone stumbled onto it. She looked up into the gray sky, watching as the pure white fluff fell to melt against her skin. She smiled and twirled slowly, long nearly-white hair and perfectly white dress streaming out behind her in similarly colored ribbons. She spun in a slow circle, with a blissful smile on her lips. She was brought up short by the sound of a frozen stick breaking under someone's foot. She stopped and brushed her hair out of her face, eyes wide as she searched through the haze of white flakes for the figure she'd heard. She recognized him through the flurry of white coming down from the sky. A slow smile spread out on her lips. She hadn't expected to find him here again. She figured he's forgotten about the odd blonde he'd run into. But here he was, coming down the rabbit hole to meet her again.
"Oh... Hello Bo Barley."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 6:39:44 GMT
It was something about her. The way she made the thoughts melt away. The way she crawled into his brain and stopped him from ending it all. The way she erased the misery of loss and regret away. The way she healed his shattered heart. The way she replaced Deja. The two were opposite- Rowena and Deja. One was a fireball, the other was a snowflake. Brutal, delicate. Danger, light. Begrudging, optimistic. Fierce, gentle. Defensive, heartfelt. Ignorant, knowing. Brunette, blonde. Brown eyes, blue eyes. Dead, alive. He didn't know what it was, but it was something about her owl eyes or maybe her wispy blonde hair. It could be the way she carries herself, or the gentleness in her actions. Oh, maybe it was her eerie sense of knowing, or possibly how she comforted a complete stranger. Whatever it was, Bo could not get the strange blonde off of his mind. A good thing that was, too. He was distracted from the past. Smiling more often, and generally becoming more pleasant. Bo was finding himself all over again. His brother didn't complain, Caden honestly didn't know how to treat the matter. Deja had died, with a child brewing in her stomach- Bo was shattered. No one knew how to handle it, but then she came along. Rowena was the answer to his prayers. An angel. That's why he was here, dragging himself through the odd spray of snow into the clearing he first met her. It was a chance he dared to take. There was a slim chance he'd even see here, let alone be able to explain why, but he pressed on. Bo had to see her again, and what a miracle it was to hear her voice. She was here. It had to be fate. Bo couldn't stop the grin that melted on his lips, head tilting back to grant the snow a plane to land on. Eyes sliding shut, he was quiet for a moment, just taking it all in. He didn't know what to feel. Everything was just a mix, but he did know her, and that he was drawn to her. "Rowena," he purred, some distance away, head slowly falling into place so he could glance at the girl who'd tainted his mind for some time, "What a pleasure this is." It was something about her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 19:19:37 GMT
Rowena didn't bother to make a response to his informal greeting. What a pleasure. Was it? He was certainly the only one who had ever thought so. She just stood for a moment, looking over his handsome face as the snowflakes landed against his skin. It was a truly wonderful sight.
She came to stand by his side and slipped her bare hand into his, skin cold against his. She felt nothing but heat despite being surrounded by the frigid air. She took a few steps back with him, so their backs were right up against the treeline, leaving the little clearing in their full sight.
"Some people think winter is harsh. That snow is suffocating. Ice is dangerous." Her voice was airy and light, a musical tone to the way her syllables rose and fell. "But look..." She pointed to the foot prints they'd just left backing up, watching as already the snow was beginning to fill them. "Snow is healing. It fills in the empty parts." She pointed her pale finger to a tree that hung heavy with ice. "And that tree was burnt in a lightning storm this year. By spring time, you won't be able to see the scars it left." She tilted her head to look towards where the wheat would be amber and rich by fall time, just spotting a field through the trunks of trees. "And people think winter destroys the wheat. But the freeze refreshes the soil, adds all the nutrients back into the ground so next year's crop is even richer, better." She gave his hand a squeeze, looking back at up him now, giving him a slow smile.
"I know you are in a winter now." She didn't mean physically. "But it will lead to spring, a renewal. And you'll find something that will fill the holes, heal the scars. And by next fall you will be stronger, better than you were, and weathering the next winter will be that much easier."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 6:47:21 GMT
There she went again. Reeling him in with her soothing voice, tone reaching levels of calmness he didn't know existed. Normally, he'd have been closed off to people like her, grant them a smile and a nod then move on, but with the loss of his future, he'd just snapped and fell into something new. Himself. He'd always been a shadow of his father, constantly doing what was right while his twin ruined the family image. Bo was meant to be the firm one, the one in control, but now he was just letting loose. Why be serious? It hadn't worked before. He'd been swallowed by this sea of blindness, walking numbly with his head held high. It was easier to appear airy than broken. Clear mind, clear soul- and this owl eyed blonde helped him do that. She was his anesthetic, aiding him in forgetting and moving on.
Her words eased his mind, soothing him as he nodded along with what she was saying. It almost made too much sense, causing him to drop his gaze from the snow glazed plain to gaze at her concentrated face. Majestic, it was the only word that really came to mind when she was around. Rowena just had this glow, an aura that pulled him in and kept him warm. It was safe with her, and she was constantly making it easier and easier for him to get sucked in. Biting his lips nervously as she mentioned him being in a 'winter', he cast his glare out over the white painted field a sigh curling into a mess of white as the cold grabbed it. Nodding, he let her finish, trying to find the words to respond to her metaphor. His hand squeezed hers back softly, thumb running over the back of her hand in the most friendly way.
"I think I already have found it," he whispered, his words stolen by the wind as he shivered, eyes batting to the ground with shame. How could he have moved on so quickly? Months since Deja died and he was already rushing to fill the void in his heart. It was instinct. He couldn't bare being alone, never could. Bo just had to have someone there, someone for him to protect. He didn't have that now, and it killed him.
Though he knew, he knew he'd be repaired by next winter just as she said, and it'd be because of her.
Rowena was the key to all this madness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 2:51:42 GMT
Rowena wasn't odd or crazy. She was just an old soul. She just knew more than others could see. There was a certain wisdom to her that was hard to explain, hard to put your finger. It was just how she was. Her sister, Kestrel, was always making sure to remind her to put shoes or a jacket on, reminding her to eat, but Rowena always had other thoughts on her mind, deep thoughts that consumed her. Her mind was loud and she was quiet.
There was something about Bo that quieted the constant whisperings of her mind. When she was in his presence, she could think past the deep wisdoms pooling in her mind. She smiled up at him, the pad of her thumb gently brushing back against his hand, something comforting in the slow and soft motion.
"I can be your winter. If you want me to." She breathed softly in her musical voice, her head tilting at him as her owl eyes pierced him. She glanced away, up towards the gray sky and then down at her bare feet. "Kestrel would be mad. I should get inside." She said, looking back at him, an invitation in her eyes either for him to come with her or the other way around. She'd like to have a chance to talk with him. She didn't waste words, usually, using the bare minimum she had to.
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