Gender: Female
Age: 34
Sign:
Scorpio
Country: United Kingdom
Signup Date: August 02, 2017
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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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02/11/2019 05:08 AM
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"otherwise, I don't really exist." -- drabbled inspired sl sample.
written for: /goldenxboy
It had been a very long time since Tansy had made close contact with any sort of wizard. A very, very long time, and an even longer time since she had become attached to one. The last time she allowed herself to do such a thing it was with Merlin, and in the end, she only found herself hurt. She figured that every other wizard type had to be the fickle kind. It wasn't as if the fairies weren't fickle themselves, but Pookas were different, especially when they found that one person that they trusted enough to want to be around them for longer than just a couple of fleeting days. Although, her kind weren't very welcomed everywhere - unless they were being used for their special powers to tell the future.
Tansy had been traveling for very long - visiting different places on earth. Meeting new people. That's how she ended up here, although she really didn't know where here was until she met that very kind tall bearded man in the forest that she had been taking refuge in for the past few days.
"The Forbidden Forest." He said it was called.
What made it so forbidden? Tansy wondered. It didn't look very forbidden to her. It didn't feel forbidden either. Was it because it was so large and ominous? Dark and mysterious? But, it was full of so many wonderful creatures. Dangerous, but fascinating. People always feared what they couldn't fully understand. It was human nature.
"It's full o' alot o' dangerous things." The man explained when she had asked. "The students are forbidden to come in here, unless o' course they've got me to look after 'em."
Tansy thought this man was very brave. He didn't seem to fear the forest or the creatures living within its embrace. In fact, he was kind to them, engrossed by them even. Tansy admired it. She had decided then and there that she would befriend him then - following him out of the forest and straight into the tiny little hut that he lived in at the very edge of the treeline. She could tell that he wasn't a normal man. Far too big and tall for that. And he smelled much too different from a normal mortal. There was giant blood in his veins - he wasn't fully one, but Tansy could tell that it was there. He shushed her when she dared to speak the words out loud.
"Ya never know who's listenin'" He'd say.
Apparently, it was supposed to be a secret, and then he would change the subject on her and start talking about how he taught students from the school and helped them learn about magical creatures. Tansy found it offensive that he'd want to keep such a wondrous thing about him a secret - she found it offensive that he shushed her about it, but she figured everyone had their reasons to keep secrets. She had a few of her own. Nonetheless, she asked further questions about him, but he didn't seem to want to answer them - she was just curious to know about his life. Tansy wanted to hear his story, but he didn't seem inclined to share - perhaps he just simply didn't trust her yet, and so, she had decided to ask him about the children that he spoke about and the school instead.
"Hogwarts? What a delightfully silly name that is for a school! I don't even think hogs could get warts." She giggled, "Witches and wizards you say? I had a lover who was a wizard! I've yet to meet a witch, however. I'd like to meet them! I'd like to go! I've never been in school before!" Tansy exclaimed, jumping out of his bed and looking out of the hut's window at the towering castle that stood off in the distance. But, Hagrid - that was his name, had told her that she wasn't allowed to do any of that. Magical creatures were not allowed into Hogwarts, especially not any mysterious ones from the Forbidden Forest. They would get into a lot of trouble if she was discovered inside of Hogwarts, and it was uncovered that he had been allowing her to stay at his hut. It was reckless behaviour, but it wouldn't be the first time Hagrid had concealed a magical creature. However, he was beginning to wonder if he had told her too much information, honestly, but this was always the sort of trouble that he found himself with whenever he'd be a little too friendly with strange little creatures from the forest. He couldn't be blamed with this one. There was something about her that swayed him to take a quick liking to her, and something that caused him to want to divulge all of this extra information to her. She was captivating, with her Cheshire grin and wild gaze. What could she do, really? She seemed small and harmless, she was human looking enough for him to make up a lie if she was caught living in his hut. It wouldn't be a problem keeping her around, for as long as she'd want to stay. Besides, he was curious about her and wanted to learn about the type of creature that she was. It was in his nature to want to learn about magical creatures, Hagrid couldn't resist.
This was how Tansy had come across Harry Potter. The messy-haired boy with the glasses that Hagrid constantly spoke about. He had caught her attention two weeks ago on the afternoon that she had seen him leaving Hagrid's hut. She had been out and about with Hagrid's dog, Fang, collecting special plants for Hagrid, she had promised to make him a very special Pooka tea in return for his kindness.
She had approached Harry then, she introduced herself immediately to him for what she was - The Pooka. There was no reason for her to hide it, but she kept her friendship to Hagrid to herself. She wasn't doing any one any harm, so there was really no need for Harry to know. He'd only tell Hagrid about her and Hagrid would get upset. There was no need for that. No need for that at all.
Tansy expected Harry to be fascinated by her - enthralled, but instead he seemed nervous, unsure of her. Tansy wasn't entirely sure what had pulled her towards him, besides her own curiosity, but there was just something behind his green eyes that entrapped her. Something tragic, troubling, and that oddly shaped scar against his forehead, from the moment she had touched it, she knew that it held something sinister behind it. It explained why he probably felt uncertain about her at first glance. Too many bad things happened to him. Too many bad people in his life. Tansy wanted to protect him, to take away the pain that the scar brought him. She could do that for him. She could do anything he wanted her to, as long as he offered her benevolence.
He had left her that day they had met, but it wasn't the very last time she appeared to him.
Behind Hagrid's back, Tansy began to follow Harry everywhere. Even into the school. She was there during his flying broom games, she was there as he ate, and she was there in between his classes. She was always there, but only to him for now. Tansy left him little gifts to wake up to, and played pranks on those who bothered him - even played a few pranks during his classes to make them a little less boring.
It wasn't her goal to make him scared of her, it was her goal to make him see that she meant him no harm. She wanted him to see that his good will towards her would result in good things from her towards him. She wanted him to see the nice and amazing things she could do. Tansy wanted Harry to trust her. To ask her for things. She wanted to be near him, and in turn, she wished that he wanted her to be near him as well.
On this particular occasion, she had awoken next to his sleeping form. It was morning, she could tell from the sound of chirping birds outside of his window, and the sound of shuffling and muffled voices from the little wizards and witches that were waking up from their slumber. Tansy felt cold and lonely last night, and Hagrid was far too big to cuddle next to - she could've cuddled with Fang, but she didn't feel in the mood to get drooled on, Harry seemed like the right person to go to at the moment. His body was so warm and inviting. She enjoyed sleeping next to him.Tansy was sure that he wouldn't mind. She was in the nude, but Tansy really didn't give it too much thought. This was natural and normal to her kind. Harry hadn't even noticed her there until her fingers were caressing his back, connecting the scattered freckles upon it, and the wild curls of her hair tickled his skin.
Once he had awoken, Tansy met him with one of her trademark impish grins - wide and bright. However, she didn't really have much time to greet him with a good morning, before another boy came into the picture. The curtain that surrounded Harry's bed was pulled aside and there he stood, Neville, there to wake him up.
Tansy knew who he was. One of Harry's friends. One of the boys that shared the room with him. He really loved plants. He also had a toad, Trevor - which by the way, was quite the prankster, he was always running off and disappearing on Neville, just to get a laugh. Tansy liked Neville, Tansy liked Neville's toad. But, this didn't mean she'd allow herself to appear to him. Thus far, none of Harry's friends knew of her existence. Tansy didn't full trust any of them yet. There was a big possibility that they'd run and tell and they'd ruin all the fun for Harry and herself. That wouldn't be very fair.
Nevertheless, she didn't think that Harry knew that she was invisible until she chose not to be. He was frozen to his spot on the bed, eyes as wide as saucers. He looked like a deer in headlights. Tansy could tell that his mind was running through so many thoughts, she could feel it and she giggled when he turned around to look at her - wiggling her fingers in a silent hello. Yes, she was still there, but he was safe. Tansy was a smart little Pooka.
Harry turned back to face Neville and finally give him a hurried answer. Neville nodded and dropped the curtains, leaving Harry alone again, with Tansy of course.
"Bloody hell." Harry uttered and Tansy brought her hand to press itself against his chest. His heart was beating loudly, good thing it wasn't a possibility that it would jump straight out of his chest. That would've been rather unfortunate. He needed it to live.
Again, Tansy giggled and bit at her bottom lip. Her brows raised. "That would've been messy if I couldn't hide as well as I seeked." She exclaimed, "I can only be found when I want to be found. I can only make a sound if I wish to be loud, otherwise, I don't really exist." She continued, leaning forward to place a soft kiss upon Harry's cheek. Her hand slid from his chest to his abdomen then, before swiftly ripping the sheets from his body and wrapping them around her own like a makeshift dress. Tansy stood on the mattress and starred down at him with a mad look in her eyes and a wide smile on her face. "What are we doing today, Harry?! Classes with serious snake, or monocle? Ooh! Or that one woman, Trelawney. I fancy her. A topsy turvy oracle, but still on the path..." She mused to herself. Trelawney was really the only one Tansy had bothered to actually remember the correct name to. Maybe because she also fancied the name? Maybe because it started with a T like hers did? There was really never an explanation as to why Tansy chose to like some more than others.
Tansy jumped on Harry's bed once, before dropping down to straddle his hips and lean forward, closing the space between their faces - she didn't really understand the concept of personal space and why people always stressed so much about it. "Let's do that first, Harry! I want to see what she has to say today!" She didn't understand how class schedules worked either.
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02/02/2019 03:43 AM
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"I, uh... got a little lost." -- drabble inspired starter.
"I, uh.. got a little lost."
"Us pooka could predict the future very well for others, but we could never predict what's in store for ourselves. Life is a surprise to us, every little thing that pops into our existence is new and exciting. But, there is always an end. Everything has an end, doesn't it then? Animals and humans grow old, stars explode, flowers wither away and die....
Sometimes things happen slowly and at the right time, and sometimes things happen much too fast and much too early, but everything ends. Even stories. Whether it's a good ending or a bad ending, well, that's really up to fate, now isn't it?
And here is where it gets hard. The times they change, the people come and go, but here I am, just the same as the very day that I bloomed out of my flower. Untouched by the hands of time, physically at least. Mentally, I've been through many things. Just a glimpse into my eyes and you would see so many, many things. Look deeper and you might even find the cold dark recesses of my mind, the ones full of the loneliness and sorrow that was brought upon by loves and friendships lost, broken hearts and faces that I feel like I could never forget.
It's a wonderful thought, being able to live forever, it is. And it's wonderful to do so, yes! I'd be lying if I said otherwise, but it does get rather lonely after a while. And loneliness sometimes gets you thinking. Makes you feel tired and empty. Makes you wish for an end.
Death.
How would it feel like? How would it feel like to finally close my eyes and drift away into an everlasting dream? To just run out of energy. To just simply fade out...
If only I knew when my end would come. When my watch would stop ticking. Where I would finally meet the edge of the world and jump.
It's why I live everyday as if it were my very last, because honestly, it might as well could be for all I know! When I'm gone, I will regret nothing. When my time comes, I will smile, for in my heart I know that on the other side there will be new adventures awaiting me.
Do not mourn me, but be merry knowing that I have truly been set free. And I will never be truly gone. I will exist all around you. In your memories. I will live forever."
~*~
Tansy stirred and furrowed her brows, before her eyes slowly fluttered open. She was laying on the ground, it seemed. The ground. The ground. There was a burning bright light attacking her vision at the moment, it was blurring and made it hard to focus on her surroundings. Had she been asleep? She must've. Strange, she hadn't noticed herself falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was laying in a field full of flowers, there was a river nearby... yes... a river, she remembers the sound of rushing water and the warm summer breeze that kissed her skin. Was it daylight now? It was night time, the last time she checked. No, but she wasn't in the field of flowers now, not anymore. And the light above her was artificial. A light bulb. There were several, now that she noticed a little better. They lined along a very long corridor that wind and twisted in odd ways. The floor was hard beneath her, uncomfortable to be laying on really. Was she here all this time? Was she dreaming about being in the flowers? Or was she in the flowers, dreaming about being here? Tansy pushed herself to her feet finally and dusted her soft pink dress, there was dirt on it. Wet earth. Her feet were bare and also had dirt on them. She dug into her dress pocket and pulled out her pocket watch, but oddly enough it had stopped ticking. Tansy tapped it with her finger and gave it a shake, but it refused to start up. This was rather strange, even for Tansy's standards. Did she teleport here by accident?
Well, it wouldn't be helping her if she stood around and asked herself all these questions. The only way to find out was to venture. Putting away her watch, she stepped forward. She was cautious, yet very curious, and well, curiosity did always get the best of her. She wouldn't be having so many adventures if she didn't allow that to happen! Tansy slowly made her way down the long and dimly lit corridor. It was adorned with doors and windows at every side, yet every door she reached for seemed to be locked. The windows, however, were a different story. She pulled the shades up from one of them and sent it rolling upwards, but her eyes were immediately focused on the rotting skeletal face that wailed and moaned before her eyes. Tansy's eyes widened and she squeaked, taking a step backwards and bumping into another window behind her, sending that one's shades to flicker open as well. She panicked then. She had seen many a strange creature in her life, but nothing as ghastly as whatever those things were floating around in the empty dark space. The look on their faces...the feeling they gave her. Pure and raw sorrow. Melancholy. A wailing that made her sick to her stomach and caused a shiver to course up her spine (and that's saying something because she has met herself some banshees in her life time!)
This was a nightmare! That's it. A horrible, horrible nightmare, and all she needed to do was stay calm and find a way out of it. She knew she should've stayed away from eating those blackberries before laying down. They always gave her nightmares. But, if one could come into a nightmare, then one could definitely find an exit. That exit had to be somewhere. Tansy would find it. Yes, she would. And then this would all be over. She would wake up, safe and sound surrounded by flowers and dirt.
From where she stood now, she noticed that there was another connection to the dimly lit hallway. However, this was was dark and the only light that shone inside of it was the light from the side of the hallway that she was standing in at the moment. Tansy bravely walked towards the darker hallway, and in the dim lighting, she could make out hands jutting out from either sides of the wall. Hands. Multiple hands that seemed to reach out and grab at nothing. Tansy moved forward, walking inside and slipping through the hands that reached out to grab at her dress and her person. She was afraid, yet her bravery overpowered. And her need to know overpowered even more. Usually, in a nightmare, the scariest and darkest places, were the places that held the escape route. If you avoided them because they were too scary, you'd be entrapped forever. Or for a very long time, at least.
"Hey!" A voice called from behind her when she was just halfway through the dark corridor, and Tansy turned to face in the direction of the voice. It was a man, he was much shorter than her, dressed sharply in a suit. Was he a fae creature of some kind that her mind had created within this nightmare? Was he here to show her the way out?
"Hello!" Tansy waved at him, running out of the corridor and waiting for him just outside of it. The hands seemed to have gripped at her tighter as she made her way out. As if they didn't want her to go. As if they wanted her to stay there with them. As if they craved her touch. Needed it. Perhaps they were trying to tell her something? If only they had mouths. She smiled wide at the tiny man, yet he didn't seem to be very amused by her. Very serious. Serious, serious. Tansy's smile faded away when he finally reached her and stared up at her with a furrowed brow.
"What are you doing here?! You should be at the office filing papers! You can't just up and have breaks whenever you feel like, Ingrith." The little man scolded Tansy.
"Ingrith?" Tansy's face screwed-up into a look of confusion. Ingrith. Why did this name seem so foreign to her, yet it felt as something she knew all her life at the same time?
"Yes, your name, Ingrith! Did you fall and bump your head, girl? And when did you have time to change? There's something different about you... and what happened to your..." He asked halfway, but didn't really finish his sentence.
Tansy opened her mouth to speak again, but was immediately cut off by the tiny man.
"Nevermind! Come with me!" He grabbed her by the hand then and dragged her back up the twisting corridor.
Tansy was so, very, very confused then. "Ingrith..." She whispered again. Such a very familiar name. The pooka was too lost in her own perplexing thoughts that she didn't bother to really correct him on calling her the wrong name. It didn't seem wrong, however. It seemed right, but Tansy couldn't really figure out why.
"Excuse me? What were you going to ask me before? What happened to my... what...?" She asked the tiny man still holding her hand.
They stood in a room stacked with papers a mile high now - it was behind one of the doors she surely couldn't open earlier. How come it had opened for him? If this was her nightmare, how come things were working for others and not for her? Yet, that's how nightmares worked, really. If everything worked in her favor, then it wouldn't be a nightmare at all. It would be a dream. Tansy watched as some of the sheets of paper fluttered about in the wind, and people scurried about balancing stacks of them back and forth. The room had metal cabinets as far as the eye could see, and it seemed that they were categorized numerically, at least, it was what Tansy assumed, from just observing the cabinet that she was standing by at the moment.
1,2, 3 - from top to bottom.
The tiny man released her hand now and looked up at her, ready to open his mouth and speak, before someone approached him with a stack of paper up to their faces. From what Tansy could see, she had a bloodstain in the front of her dress. The stain was coming from her stomach. From what Tansy could hear, she was a girl. A young one. Her dress was very pretty. Olive green and light brown. Like a medieval village girl.
Why did the dress seem so familiar to her? Why did the presence that lingered behind the stack of paper make her suddenly take a step back and hold her breath?
"Excuse me, sir. I can't really reach the cabinet for these files. Can you help me grab a ladder? My hands are sort of full." She softly giggled and Tansy frowned. The voice wasn't familiar to her at all. None of that. But, it made her feel suddenly uneasy.
The tiny man spoke again, "Yes, Ingrith give me one second, can't you see I'm b-" And then he paused, his brows furrowed and his eyes widened. "But how...?"
That's when the mysterious girl behind the stack of papers peeked out from the side. There she was. She was Tansy. Or, better worded, Tansy was her.
"Are you okay, sir?" She asked, as he turned around to look for the other Ingrith, but she was no longer there.
"I... you were... huh? Am I going mad?" He asked himself.
Oh, but he wasn't. But, how could this make sense? This girl was dead. Tansy watched her die! Tansy watched her plunge the dagger into her very own belly and tumble down into the watery depths of the river below. How could she be here? Ingrith. That was her name. It was the first time Tansy had ever heard it. The girl who's face she stole. No, but this face didn't belong to an Ingrith anymore. She no longer existed.
It was a nightmare! Her ghost was back to torment her! But how could she know? And after so many years! Why now? Did she want her face back? Was that it? Because Tansy refused to give it back. It was hers! This girl didn't want it. She didn't want it at all. She gave it all up the day she took her life. She didn't appreciate its beauty when she had it. Not like Tansy has. It belonged to Tansy now, and she couldn't have it back! Not ever.
Confusion, anger, fear. It was all hitting the small pooka all at once. She needed answers! She needed to get out of this place! Her eyes closed tightly, her back pressed against one of the metal cabinets. She wished, she wished, she wished, so hard to be elsewhere.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up...." She whispered to herself over and over and over again.
And then a deep male voice caught her ear. "Well, what do we have here? New meat? Seems like it. I can tell a newbie when I sees one."
Tansy opened her eyes. She wasn't back between the flowers. But, she wasn't in the lonely corridor, or the cabinet room with all those papers, or the corridor of hands. In fact, she had no idea where she was now. She only knew that there was a brick wall against her back, and a towering figure standing much too close to her. A man. A brute.
Tansy's eyes traveled up his body until she reached his face; dark circles around his eyes, pallid skin, nearly sickly looking. If Tansy didn't know any better, she would've guessed that he was ill. However, he wasn't acting very ill. She pressed herself to the wall even more, only making the man move closer into her.
"So how'd you get here, little lady?" He asked.
"I, uh... got a little lost." Tansy responded.
"Lost, eh? I can help you with that." He added, lifting a hand to caress her shoulder.
Swiftly, Tansy made a move and slipped out from under his arm. "That would be lovely, if you did." She responded, forcing a grin onto her face in order to not seem so shaken by the entire situation. She had noticed now, that blood was dripping from the tips of his fingers and they had left a trail of it against the shoulder he had touched. "Or, wow! On second thought, I think I can help myself then..." She spoke again, but just when she was about ready to turn on her heels, the man had reached for her arm, tightly grabbing it and yanking her roughly towards him.
"I didn't say I was done with you yet." He spoke.
Tansy rose her brows at him, flashing him a defiant look. "I would let go of me if I wear you." She warned, but he simply chuckled and rose a brow, gripping her even tighter, causing her to hiss.
"Or what?" He asked.
Tansy glared, then flashed him a mischievous little smirk. "Well, if you really must know..." and with those words, her teeth were clamping down on the side of his arm so hard that she felt them break the skin. He yelled loudly and shook her off, not without her taking a chunk of his flesh along with her. Gross, he tasted funny. She spat it out and stared at him with a bloodied grin; puffing her chest out triumphantly, until, of course, he angrily called her a bitch and lunged at her. Then Tansy took that as a sign that she should be running and leaving the bragging for some other time.
She ran away then, as quickly as her feet could take her. But, where was she running to? Did it really matter? He was behind her, she was faster. She could lose him. She knew she could. Where was she? A street. A road. Cobblestones were beneath her feet. They were cold and hard. There were street lamps, but they were dim. The sky. The sky was.... green? Yes. The sky was green with swirls of purple smoke mixed together. Very odd. Very pretty, actually. Oh, but now her mind was getting distracted! She had to find safety. She could admire the sky later, possibly.
A place to hide! There it was. An alleyway to her left. Dark. She would hide in there and he'd never find her.
Tansy ran into the alleyway and pressed her back to the wall. Her eyes peered through the darkness and listened closely to the incoming footsteps. He was getting closer, and closer, and closer.... and then.... he was passed her. Fading away, and away, and away... until she could no longer hear him. She lost him! Yes! But then... he seemed like he knew something about this place that she didn't exactly know herself. Disappointing. He would've been lovely help, but he turned out to be the opposite. Now, all he did was get her even more lost and give her even more questions to ask herself. He also managed to stain her pretty little dress with blood and leave bruises and blood on her right arm. She wouldn't count the blood in her mouth, because, well, that was her own fault and he was asking for it. Tansy huffed and thinned her lips. Her brows knitted.
"New meat? Whatever did he mean by that?" She mused out loud to herself. "I certainly am not meat. How rude. Nightmares have no manners."
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02/02/2019 03:29 AM
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"well, this is... unexpected." -- drabble inspired starter.
"Well, this is... unexpected." written for: /xTheTimeOfAngels
"You've tricked me!" It said in its native language, violently slamming his fist against the ground beneath them and growling, flashing her those green teeth that threatened to bite her tiny little head right off if it could catch her. Tansy shook her head quickly.
"Poppycock! It's not my fault you don't understand the concept of rock, paper, scissors! I explained it well and you lost!"
This time, the guardian threw his fist at the ground again, but it was very close to her. Too close. Close enough that if she hadn't had moved her spot, she would've been smashed beneath it. Tansy's eyes widened. "Oi! You said if I won three times, I'd get to have the toad key around your neck. That was the deal, I didn't break it!" And she didn't.... technically... sorta. I mean, she did know that the curupira had a disadvantage in this game; they only had two fingers, so really, they could only ever pick scissors, or rock, she only had to play around those two choices to win. It wasn't entirely cheating. It wasn't! She outsmarted it and now he was upset that a reckless little pooka was in possession of the toad key. A key made from a stone that came from a toad's stomach. A key that could open any door in the world. Maybe in the entire universe. Tansy had all eternity to figure that out. So many doors, so many hidden places that she could explore now.
"Come here, you little trickster!"
"No, I won't be doing none of that. Actually, I think I'll be leaving now. Toodles!"
"No!"
The curupira made one last attempt at grabbing at the tiny pooka as she tapped her foot against the ground and disappeared, taking the toad key with her.
Here she was, safe with the toad key in hand. Tansy smiled wide and gave the key a kiss, before placing it around her neck. "I'll take very good care of you, little one..." She uttered, before turning on her heels to look behind her. Tansy stopped then, furrowing her brows in complete confusion. She was here... but where exactly was here at? She seemed to be surrounded by machinery; things that lit up and beeped, wires that ran from the walls to the ceiling above. Where did she go to now? A museum of some sort? She's heard of those, been to quite a few in her time, but she had never seen one that looked like this before.
"Where have I gone this time...?" She whispered to herself, wild eyes carefully inspecting her surroundings.
Then, she found the door, and Tansy knew that where there was a door, there was a way out and an explanation of course! Quickly, she made her way towards the door and grabbed for the handle, pulling it open and stepping a single foot outside, before she was frozen to her spot again. Her eyes widened, so much more wider than they usually were. Outside the door was no ground to step on. No human faces or animals or trees. Outside the doors were sparkling stars, like fire illuminating the dark sky for thousands and thousands of miles. There were rocks, but they floated, suspended in air as if by magic... and gigantic, enormous orbs that swirled with different colors, so giant they could swallow her whole if they'd like to. Everything, everything was floating in this void of darkness and sparkling stars. Everything including herself, inside of this place that she had appeared in. This place. A blue box, from what she could tell now. A blue police box.
Tansy squeaked and pulled her foot right back into the box and shut the door behind her, finally letting go of a breath of air that she hadn't notice she had been holding onto all this time. She blinked hard and her mouth hung ajar; her chest raising and falling. Tansy's eyes had seen many things in her lifetime, but nothing, nothing like this. Was she dreaming? Having gone mad was definitely not an option. She was a pooka, and madness already ran through her veins, as nature intended it to be. A strange and magical dream must be the answer to this all. Or she had actually been killed by the curupira and this was the afterlife? Was this how those sort of things worked? Tansy gulped and figured it would be smart for her to escape this place while she could.
Her feet tapped upon the ground three times... then three more... and three again, but no portal opened for her. Her hand waved several times, but again, nothing appeared before her eyes. Her magic didn't seem to work here. She was trapped, wherever she was. There was no way out. And there was nothing to guide her way this time. No animals. No humans. No plants or trees. No answers behind that door. What was she going to do now?
"Well, this is... unexpected." Her brows rose.
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