Topic: Vagabonda

Gypsy Lore

Date: 2013-04-18 10:52 EST


She has been away, for a long time, she knows.

Sitting beneath a flowering tree, the pink petals drifting, a lone woman languorously props herself against the trunk with her legs sprawled inelegantly beneath the fall of gaudy red skirts. Hours, hours spent beneath this tree, she has spent hours gazing over a crystalline lake, watching the wind make ripples in the water.

The location isn't exactly remote but if anyone stopped to ask, she wouldn't have been able to tell where exactly she was. Oh, but it is so pretty here, was the one thought that kept repeating over and over in her mind. Vaguely, she could easily recall a dream she had, once. Once when she was a child, in a forest, listening to the melodious whisper of the wind through ever-green leaves, stubby legs dirt stained, and her hair wild as ever, maybe " she quirked a brow " wilder than it is now.

"I miss it," that forest, mind you, not this place. She doesn't know this place, only that it is pretty.

Funny how simple things can be, could be, should be, that is " if one lived an uncomplicated life. A boring, sedate life, the kind of life that surprisingly many dream of but once having find themselves bored and restless, full of complaints.

"It's always the same thing, day-in-and-day-out. Nothing changes."

Softly to herself, the woman mouths these words and tastes the lie " like bitter almonds that fill her mouth.

"Nothing changes.?

Vera only wishes.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

And everything, forever and always, changes.

Gypsy Lore

Date: 2013-04-18 10:56 EST
She has been away, for a long time, she knows.

Spring and Summer came — they also went, allowing Autumn and Winter to assume center stage. This place she has newly called home is still odd to her. Especially concerning a particular person, one she didn't care to recall. The resulting scene had definitely drawn a crowd and frankly, her right ear still hurt.

Really, how the hell was she to know he was going to be here"

Anyway ....

Today it was a mild fifty, though Winter was ushering the cold in quickly. Well, cold for others, she thought it a rather nice time of year. Soon, the snow would fall, blanketing the world in an illusion of purity that sadly, will not last.

The flowering tree is devoid of the life it had been bursting with, skeletal branches reaching towards the iron-slate sky, darkening. Sighing, she snuggled back into the trunk, her body fitting like a missing puzzle piece where she now customarily sat. Despite the touch of gloom, she still found it to be rather pretty.

Vera had her reasons now for avoiding that particular area.

Now that she knew ".

And she'll have to go home soon, back to that lovely house, given to her by " sigh.

To another night of (watchful) rest.

Slowly, the corners of her mouth hiked up, inching, hitching towards a queer little smile.

"We'll see, won't we?? Darting a look about her, she clambered to her feet, brushing off her skirts and headed back for town, whistling softly.

Gypsy Lore

Date: 2013-05-03 03:40 EST
For nights upon nights she's lain in this bed, bright eyes pinned to the ceiling above her. Watching It while It watched her and round and round they went. The first night, she had clawed her way to the floor, howling screams, scrambling beneath the bed, her covers trailing.

It jumped down and peered back at her. She thought it was looking at her; Its actions certainly suggested this. But seeing as It had no face " only the vaguest impression of what Its face should be " Vera couldn't say. Not that she could say much of anything, considering she was too busy with whimpering and muttering incoherently.

There had been no sleep the first night.

Or the week following.

Finally, exhaustion dragged her into oblivion and when that wouldn't work, she took to planting a few bottles of wine by her bed. After waking up (with a hang-over) and recalling that she actually tried to offer It some wine, congenially demanding It climb down and join her, she decided that using alcohol wasn't the best way to go about this situation.

Thankfully It hadn't left Its station (hanging like a spider on the ceiling above her bed) and gave her the sensation that It was blinking in bafflement. Oh, to imagine what It had been thinking.

Stubbornly she wouldn't go to the source, refusing to bend her knee " so to speak.

Basically, Vera wasn't going to beg; she had to display that she had some spine!

Yes, it would have been simpler, easier, but this was, after all, her pride. Besides, she was sure she would have been told thusly: 'it's for your protection.' Paired with an oil-slick, evil smile and a pair of eyes that sent the unwary into — okay, enough of that!

It was another night, in a long line of them.

She was at the ready, bustling about in a pair of vibrant red silk pajama bottoms and a matching camisole, with bare feet and her hair tousled. An outsider looking in wouldn't think much, aside from the vague thought that she might be "entertaining."

No, she just wanted to look her best. After all " she was sure to receive a special visit after this stunt.

Okay, on second thought...

Glancing up, she hastily pulled on an oversized sweater, dark gray and comfortably cotton. From would-be vixen to soccer mom in five-point-two-seconds, Vera was a woman of many talents.

It wasn't here yet.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged beneath the covers and waited.

She thought to herself, frowning, 'I've been gone a long time now.'

A thought that's never far, in fact, at times it was more haunting than ?

It.