hope springs eternal from founts of youth {{OPEN}}

[heather serena nolan]

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[/color]MY LOVE I'VE PICTURED THIS;[/center][/color]

Your violet eyelids opened to say
"Here's where you've been"
Your lips open to say
"My darling it's been so very long and I'm in pain"

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Night approached with haste, but she did not notice, the only discomfort caused by the sinking darkness was the realization somewhere in the back of her mind that soon her charcoals would have to find rest, that she would have to set aside sketchpad and pencil in lieu of pursuits that required less in the way of light and clarity. For the time being, however, she could still discern enough distinction between light and dark to let the images still flow from her fingertips against the paper bound in her sketchpad and draped over bare knees.

The majority of her clothes were set aside, folded neatly beside the firepit that was still void of flame, though a small pyramid of twigs and branches had already been gathered should her stay encroach past the weary sun's light. The clothes she did wear, only a camisol in the hue of a soft army green, and a pair of girl-boxers of fatigue pattern, were only the slightest bit damp, her long copper-tinted hair pulled up and tied in on itself in a loose knot at the nape of her neck wetter still from her sojourn into the lake that she sat at the edge of.

The cabin was not far, or what was left of it, long abandoned and weathered by wild and wind alike, leaving most of the walls intact but with one corner of the roof sinking in towards the ground. She had done little to repair the building, finding some comfort in the way it stood; instead she had created a den of sorts inside, faded blankets and a small stache of food and bottled water for the days when she just wasn't quite up to the hunt. She had found, with some surprise, that her body handled the conquest of her hunts well, even when she shifted to human form, but there were times that a girl just craved a piece of chocolate.

What small amount of decency lingered, affecting her still even with the knowledge that there was hardly anyone that would venture out this far, had kept her clad in at least the smallest amounts of clothing, and now she set perched on one of the trunks of the fallen trees that had long since taken comfort in its slow return to the earth. The image that she sketched had come to her, while she swam deep beneath the joining of water and air, the face of a woman and the storming sky intertwined, the raging fury of nature and the peaceful repose of a woman at rest, each wearing the other as a mask, and she had not been able to shake it.

She had erupted from the surface, pausing only long enough to dry her hands and wrap up her hair within the bonds of its long curls, before snatching the leather sketchpad from her satchel and setting image to paper, lost in thought and the soft scratching of charcoal against parchment.

I know I'll never feel you
I know I'll never get so close to you
That I can't smell anything else
I know that it is raining
And I know that the rain will soak you through
And leave you like the tattered sky
I know I go in circles

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tagged: anyone! | status: complete | word count: 506 | outfit | lyrics: i know by trespassers william
notes: A little on the short side for me but I wanted to leave it as wide open as I could so that anyone at all could jump in! [/center]