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But only so an hour - Ponyboy - October 21, 2023
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When they reached the Caldera, it was a steep climb to the top. He guided @Anathema through some switchbacks intended to make the journey easier. When at last the valley spread out below them, and they breached the rim of the Caldera, he stopped, breathless, and sat beside her. From here, the circular shape of the Caldera was at its most spectacular; it looked very much as though they inhabited a forested area that had crept into the mouth of a sleeping volcano, with a large lake, and a small island in the middle. From the edge, they could see for miles, toward the mountain ranges to both the North and South.
"I, uh," He said, a bit out of breath. "Never got your name," He said, with an ashamed smile. "I'm Ponyboy."
RE: But only so an hour - Anathema - October 27, 2023
Time fell to an incoherent blur as Anathema trailed after the honey-kissed figure of her savior. Her focus dwindled to a pinprick, the world slowing to a steady rhythm of stark, constant ticking all around her. It had started to settle in, the weight of what she'd done; the dread; the fear —
There is no terror quite like that of a child suddenly alone, suddenly bereft of that bone-deep sense of security which defines every parent in the eyes of their children; every mother. Even the first, even the one she could not remember but knew had existed in some wordless, vague way. It was written into the fabric of her life; the hateful way Malakai regarded her, the fear she sometimes saw in Dinah's eyes, the sadness when Heda looked at her and the surprise when Caracal heard her speak. He had not known that she could. He had not thought her quite like his real children, like him. And that man, the one who had taken her sibling... of course she knew, even if she had never heard it spoken aloud, directly.
Ana knew, too, that her first mother must have been a hateful thing, as she was a hateful thing, as Ava and Tzedeq (The Saint?) and Abel (The Hierophant?) were — and she, The Anathema.
The Anathema.
The Anathema.
Ana Tema Redhawk.
Could she even call herself that? Redhawk? Was that hers to claim?
Did it matter?
She could never escape herself. It was herself she'd meant to run from, not Heda. And now she was afraid, and she missed her, and she wanted to go —
The boy spoke, and the world stilled and then bloomed again to a vast and colorful place. She let out a slow breath, clicking thoughtfully. Ponyboy. And who was she?
Ana-Ana Tema Redhawk; she thought of Heda, leaving her behind on the islands. Dinah, walking away from her.
Anathema.She clicked a few more times, anxious. Black waters in her veins; the kind of ugly thing even God could not find it in himself to love.
Anathema looked past Ponyboy, sitting close enough for their fur to touch. He'd brought her to a beautiful view, somewhere higher up than she'd ever been in her life, so high it was a little dizzying. It felt no more like home than the island had. She wondered for a moment where Saint had gone, and found herself imagining it as a dark place. Her chest ached. She looked away and back to the boy who'd found her, saved her, and offered a shy smile of her own. She was not used to smiling. It was an awkward expression, showing off crooked teeth and a bloodied mouth. It didn't last long.
Your home?Ana asked, daring another glance past him again.
RE: But only so an hour - Ponyboy - November 13, 2023
Anathema. He offered her a faint smile, and nodded. Now he could introduce her, he supposed- and the adults might be a bit less suspicious of him bringing someone home who was basically a complete stranger. Still, it wasn't like she could be turned away- she was injured, and she needed help. It felt good to have someone need him, and helped him deal with the pain that otherwise left him feeling completely numb.
"Yup," He said. "Your home, too." He added quickly. "That lake, there, that's one of my favourite spots. I go swimmin' there all the time in the summer, and my Mom catches us fish to eat, all the time." He said. "You like fish, right?" He asked, hopefully.
RE: But only so an hour - Anathema - November 14, 2023
Her home, too. Anathema did not think so. Home was far behind; home was not here nor the island. Home was a concept stolen from her in a time before memory. A time before consciousness. A time before she knew what it was to hurt.
Her tail thumped in the dirt all the same. She nodded eagerly. Fish, yes; she was familiar with this. Maybe it would not be so different from Sweetharbor. Maybe it would feel the same. Did she want that?
She didn't know.
Ana abruptly wondered if they had a Psalm here, too. She clicked thoughtfully.
Turtle?