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Age: 34
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05/07/2019 01:58 AM
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The Pooka's pocket watch. [character drabble]
~*The Pooka's pocket watch*~ [memories from the past drabble 1941.]
with a very handsome young man,
and a very lovely young woman.
She was not an ordinary woman, however. Oh, no. She was so much more than that. Tousled honey-colored hair that she enjoyed adorning with the colorful flowers that were native to the land, big brown eyes that shone with wonderment, and skin soft and fair with light freckles scattered about; there was a rumour that if one where to trace them and connect them all together, they would create constellations. She was a mystery to everyone around her. Her behaviour was rather different. No one knew where she had come from, other than her claims of being a traveler. She had just popped into existence one day, and our very handsome young man fell so deeply in love with her from the very first time their glances met.
He did not care to know of her past or of her origins, he just wished to embrace her within his arms and kiss her in the present and for the rest of time. And, as happy stories usually go, our mystery woman felt very much the same for him.
Morna and Marshall. Oh, they were meant to be.
For a little while, at least. You see, mortals don't really last forever. Their lives were always so very fragile - and Morna knew that, for she was no mortal and she spoke from experience. It wouldn't be the first time she'd outlive one of her lovers. It was a reality that was actually quite sad, really, but it wasn't like she could intervene. It was just the way life unfolded, and she would always cherish the memories. They were all she could hold onto for all eternity, until she, herself would revert back into the earth and become a memory herself. Oh! She hoped to be one to others someday, to never be forgotten. To be held in their thoughts. That was what truly made one immortal.
However, all memories, no matter how happy, would always hold some form of sadness. Even if minuscule.
It was always how she felt whenever she'd remember them. Happy, but sad. It was always how she felt whenever she would find herself alone, staring at the ticking hands of the pocket watch that Marshall had given her on the very last day her lips got to press against his.
[Tansy pulled out a golden-colored pocket watch from her satchel, holding it tightly in her grip. Her thumb brushed against the back of it, feeling the grooves of the letters engraved there. Initials - M. T. There was a few seconds of silence. You eyed the pocket watch for the brief moment of silence, and wondered if this was simply a prop for her storytelling, or the actual pocket watch she was speaking of? If so, was she the girl in the story? However, you didn't bother to ask questions. You didn't wish to interrupt. Instead, you waited, until she was breaking the silence and continuing her story once again.]
Their romance was short, yet it felt as deep as one that had lasted for years. She should've known better by then than to get herself attached to mortals. She should've known better, but she could never help herself from becoming close. This was just another time added to losing someone else. She had lost many.
He'd be back, he told her that morning. He'd be back to get her as fast he could. The big hand was on the eight, he pointed out, he'd be back when the small hand was on the six, but for now, he needed her to stay put. It was dangerous out there. He wouldn't want her to get hurt. Morna cried. She didn't want him to go, but he was a soldier and he had to do what his duties needed him to do - Morna understood this more than anyone. Her brothers and sisters fought for their lives as well when the mortals ventured into The Land of Whispers and threatened their existence. So many lives were lost that day.
She couldn't see what was happening outside of their home, but with the way the world shook and exploded around them, Morna could tell that this was no different. A war. She had seen them many times throughout her life. Wars brought destruction. Wars brought pain. Loss. Sadness. Morna could feel the earth aching. She could feel the plants crying in pain as fire consumed them, and animals running away in panic - she could feel it inside of her soul. Morna knew he wasn't going to come back. She knew. The moment their lips touched, she had seen it, but it was not her place to change what was written.
He left her then, and despite her knowledge, Morna sat there, holding the pocket watch tightly, tears blurring her vision and falling onto the watch's glass. She watched the hands on the watch move ever so slowly, and she waited. She waited, and waited, and waited. She could hear the devastation happening all around her. She had no place in such matters.
Time passed.
Tick tock, tick tock. Ticking. Ticking. Clock.
The little hand went far passed six, but she wasn't ready to accept the truth. However, she didn't really have much time to stick around. Unless she wanted to suffer the same fate as her mortal lover, and so Morna had to do what she always did best. Go away. Far, far, away.
And with a heavy heart, that was exactly what she did.
Eyes shut tight and with a wave of her hand, she stepped into a magical portal that she had created and just like that, she was gone. Where was she? Honestly, she couldn't tell, and at the moment, she could care less. She was surrounded by trees and nature. Far away from where she used to be. That was all that truly mattered.
Here, she found a hollow tree and crawled inside. The tree welcomed her. Embraced her within its bark and its warmth comforted her. She needed to disappear from the world, if only for a second. Morna cuddled herself against the wood of the tree and held the watch close to her quivering lips and whispered a magical enchantment that would protect it from any form of harm. From this day on it would live forever. It would never cease to tick. It would never crack and break. This is how she'd hold Marshall forever...
[For a moment, Tansy's previous happy demeanor faltered and she seemed to frown, but soon enough, she was regaining her composure. Brows raised and eyes wild. She held the pocket watch up, flipping the lid open and pointing at its face.]
And if you move the hands to eight-six, it would stop the world for as long as you wish, for you and whoevers lucky little finger is laying upon it! Isn't that simply amazing?! That little trick took a lot of time to learn.
[She nodded. By now, you had figured that Morna and the woman speaking to you had to be the same person, and oddly enough, you weren't questioning her talk of magical portals and enchantments. You weren't even bothering to ask about her mentioning that she wasn't human at all. In any other case, you would've assumed this person were insane - she sure looked it with her wide eyes and large grin - but, your mind was processing things differently at the moment. This was okay. She was perfectly sane. Mysterious... beautiful.]
But, I suppose you'd rather hear about Morna and her fate.
[Tansy continued to speak.]
You'd be happy to hear that she's quite alright now. However, I'd be lying if I told you she didn't think about her beloved soldier every once in a while. Of course she does, how could she forget?
That's pretty much the end then.
Not the end of her adventures, never that! But the end of my story.
[She paused for a moment and rose a brow. You finally spoke.]
What is that you say? That wasn't a very wonderful story at all?! It didn't have a happy ending?! Why, how rude! I'll have you know, not every story needs to end happily to be a wonderful one. Tragic stories could also be just as great. Besides, the tragic ones are usually more realistic. Life is a rather unpredictable thing, and telling stories in which everything goes flowery sweet all the time could get quite boring after a while. Oi, but what would you know about storytelling? I don't see you telling me one!
Listen, next time you come around, if you bring me something very nice, I'll tell you another story. Maybe longer and with a happy ending then! This one was free of charge. You should feel grateful and very lucky to have heard it. Extra lucky that I even chose you to listen. I could've chosen anyone else and you would've never heard it. How sad that would've been for you! We Pooka's are fantastical story tellers.
[Tansy slid off the tree branch that she was seated on and hung upside down from her legs. She stared at you momentarily, scrunching her nose for a second.]
And if I were you, I'd work on those manners of yours, I won't allow it next time we meet. You wouldn't like it very much if I chose to be rude to you.
[Her words sounded threatening, however, that impish grin of hers still managed to creep itself back onto her face as she said them. And then in a blink of an eye, the strange woman had disappeared, leaving you dazed and confused. Slowly, you began to slip back into reality. Whatever hold she had over you had gone. How long had you been listening to her story for? How many hours had passed by? How did you even end up in the park? Was there even a woman at all? And... did any of it actually happen? No. It was just your wild imagination. That's all it was. Just your wild imagination.]
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