These Magical Moments (Kiah)

[Stare]

I love the things in life that we can't explain.

I love those long, vivid dreams where flying is clearly within our grasp and we can actually taste the clouds and sunshine as it fills us with love and warmth. I love summer nights spent spinning around and chasing the bugs with lightning trapped within them as the damp ground cools my bare feet. I love getting lost in a good book at night with a warm fire roaring in the living room. I love waking up when it's still dark outside and climbing up onto my roof to watch the sunrise as the fresh breeze blows back my hair and the world around me begins to breathe and unfold to feel the sun's first golden rays. And I love watch the lights as they float and spin and twirl through my world of half reality, dancing to the beat of a make believe tune that drifts like a fairy's breath on the air.

I'll admit that going out in the middle of a snow storm wasn't the smartest idea, but I just had to get out before everyone woke up and trampled all over the fresh snow. Besides, it isn't like I got lost- the snowfall lightened quickly, so that now only a few lazy flakes drift slowly down from the ink black sky. It didn't take me long to get from my house to the valley where the scarlet flowers grow in the summer, and I was delighted to find the expanse of glittering white to be completely smooth. I almost regretted ruining the beautiful sight with my own footsteps, but it would all be worth it for the moments of magic that I would experience out there in the middle of nature. Now I lie directly in the middle of the spectacular sight, snowflakes clinging to my lashes and melting on my bright pink cheeks that are partially hidden by my mahogany hand knit scarp. My hat lays forgotten in the snow a few yards away so that my golden brown locks lay scattered on the frosted ground.

People don't seem to understand why I do things like this- why I leave the warm comfort of my home to freeze under a dark sky. Sometimes, on particularly real days when the lights have all but vanished and my hands ache from working so much, I also wonder. But tonight, I understand what they never will be able to- that when I lie under a sky with my breath rising from slightly parted lips as a silver cloud, everything is perfectly balanced within me. Nature proceeds all around with the occasional hoot of an owl and then night's beautiful silence, and in those mute moments of absolute beauty I feel the liquid sunshine flow through my veins, warming me when my fingers are numb and tingling beneath my soft gloves. Those moments normally translucent and easily forgotten become as precious as silver and gold, holding quick to my heart. Nights like these are what keeps me centered when everything else is wild and loose and free, raging around me in a storm of dissatisfaction while I remain forever warm in my small circle of sunshine.

Other people don't like it, though. They don't like how when they run inside when a storm approaches, I run out with my head tilted back to greet it and taste the first of the angel's tears. I remember years ago when Will first told me that other people can't see the lights, and I asked him why. He said that he wasn't sure- that maybe my mind was more complex, so that I could see things other people couldn't. Others don't understand like he did, though, and so they say I'm insane. Of course, that cannot be true- would an insane girl be able to make a living for herself without parents or friends to help her? No. So I must still have my sanity. I must.

I miss Will. It was a sad day when he left for the Games, but I know that he must be happy now that he lives in the Capitol. It's funny, really, how some people try to convince me that he is dead. That the Games are actually real. Because of course Will is not dead- if he was, I would feel it. I just know I would. Still, I miss him. He was the only one who had time to talk to me and listen to my daydreams. He will return someday, though- of that, I am certain. And so now, I must simply be content with clinging to these magical moments while counting down the moments until he returns.

((OOC: The above graphic was made by the wonderful, amazing Shrimp<3))

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Brown angry eyes surged over Hutton’s vision, “what are you going to do about it!! Huh?!” the voice rigid and drooling, ran though his mind continuous. Why had he ever thought his Dad was the best, yuck. Hutton felt the shame come on thick, capturing him in its grasp. The thought made Hutton sick, his father all together made him sick. What he had-.... what he had done was unacceptable, and Hutton would never forgive him, no words could describe the hatred that ran through his veins, all because of his old man. Because of him, Hutton had a hard time trusting any man older than him. He wrecked his life. He didn’t even deserve to be in Hutton’s thoughts now; in fact thinking of him would be giving him satisfaction. Hutton banished him from his mind. That was it, never again would he ever talk, think or anything about his father, according to Hutton his father never existed.

Hutton hadn’t realized that he had left the warmth of his house; it was only till his teeth started chattering. The sound was somehow comforting. Helped him empty his mind, something to concentrate on. He listened carefully. Then soon realized the they had sort of started a beat, it was interesting. He soon found that the beat was so compelling, he found that he couldn’t stop the beat to make it irregular, like by doing that would make the world around him crumble into little pieces. But that thought made him freeze entirely. It made him think of how his father had made his and his mothers world crumble in to piece so small that you could never put back together, into little shards that lay forgotten on the floor.

Soon the anger that flared up in him became too much, his teeth were still chattering but for a different reason. He began to shake uncontrollably, the anger making it hard to see through, like a fog that covers his vision. It was so unfair. Hutton had done nothing to his father; until he had found out he was a monster, what had made his father turn out like this? Was it the fact the he lived in District eight? Had it driven him mad to the point that he was a craved sex monster? Hutton was so angry, but the reasons just kept expanding, he had broken his promise to himself, he had let his father enter his mind, turn him into a creature of anger, and then of course it was his father himself.

F**k!! That hurt! Blood started to seep through the freshly opened skin, it stung, as the cold air hit it, and almost froze immediately. He was going to feel that later. He opened and closed his hand testing it for further injury, but to find none. It had helped. He felt better, the pain in his hand distracted him from his previous thoughts. In fact it felt so good-BAM. Damn it hurt so much, the blood he had previously summoned was smeared all over the trees trunk, only to be replaced with fresh blood that seeped through the wounds on his knuckles. The pain felt as though it overpowered his mental thought becoming the main focus for him. Form thoughts of how to kill his father to thoughts on how much longer can be bare this pain.

The frosty air didn’t help with the pain either, it stung immensely. Hutton tried to tuck his wounded hand into his sleeve some sense flowing back into his veins. What was he thinking? He had never before let out his emotion, and turned them into physical pain. Was he falling into depression? the thoughts ran continuously though his mind. Was he going insane?

He hadn’t realized it but he had walked to far for comfort. His wounded hand was uncomfortable, and the snow wasn’t helping. He stopped to look around. He didn’t recognise where he was. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the snow or if he simply didn’t come down this way to often. He was so digested in his thought that he hadn’t looked at where his feet were taking him. He was surprised to see a girl lying down on the snow, looking up into the beautiful sky. What was she doing out there? Wasn’t she freezing cold? She never moved just laid there looking up into the endless sky as though it held all the answers. Usually it did hold all the answers in its depths, but today when Hutton looked up it showed his feelings.

He was walking up to the girl, when he felt his foot collapsed under his weight. He tripped landing face first in the snow. It was a cold surprise, one that he wasn’t too pround of. He looked behind himself to see what he had tripped in and to his embarrassment he faound nothing, how could someone be so clumsy?

[Stare]

Silence is so precious and rare, and yet I know it's ever shifting presence like the back of my hand. Most hate silence (more deafening than anything real noise could hope to be), but I love it. It is sickly sweet and clean and clear, evaporating the troubles that hover just above out skin and easily dissolving them into nothing. So I immediately recognize it's brokenness when I hear the soft crunch of lost footsteps heading my way. Silvery vapor rises up into the freezing air above me as I sigh softly, and I watch it twist into creatures only my imagination can define from it's bulky form until the pale breath has faded into the night and once again left me staring up at the endless onyx above me. On most nights, I would welcome company with open arms (I have been especially lonely since Will left for the Games), but tonight is special and I do not want him to steal these precious moments from me.

It winks into appearance so suddenly that I have to blink a few times before I can completely register it's appearance. Just inches away from my face, the glittering silver light leaves a trail of what can only be magic in it's wake as it shifts to the side slightly, blocking my vision of the sky. I don't reach up to catch it in my palm, though it is so close that I am almost certain I could do so- instead, I just watch it twinkle above me, like my own little star. For a few moments, it is completely still, but then it surprises me by launching forward and swirling around my face before blasting upward with a trail of spiraling sparkles fading to nothing behind it before it finally bursts apart in a firework of silver and white. Of course, I should have expected it; the lights never stay still for long. They are untamable and uncatchable and wild and free things, with spirits of their own. This is the first I have seen tonight, and I know that it appeared for a reason. Tonight may be my night, but I must learn to share the music and magic the flows freely from my heart. Giving other people golden rays of the sun and shimmering starlight is far better than keeping it all to myself. Normally, I try to achieve this level of generosity on a daily basis (they rarely accept it, but no, I'm not insane, no, stopstopstop!), but I suppose I needed a reminder when taking into consideration what day it is.

The light has put me in a more agreeable mood, and so I wear a little half smile as I count his soft footsteps (they are indefinitely masculine- I know because I am so often ignored when I speak that I have just become content with listening, and I have had many years to master the fine art). I do not sit up or wave or give any sign that I even know he is there- instead, I just lay down and breathe quietly as the snow continues to glitter around me, as if nothing has changed. Nature does not react to sudden unexpected surprises, so I won't, either.

I hear one footstep catch unevenly on the snow suddenly, and I following thud as something large crashes into the frozen ground. Then I sit up, blinking at the fallen figure in the snow for a few moments before sighing and quietly rising from my bed of snow. My footsteps are light as I glide over to him. The icy snow seeps through the fabric of my jeans as I kneel down beside him, smiling slightly. "Are you alright?"

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[kiah]

The snow was cold against his face, a face that was now a dark red, a face full of embarrassment. This happen on occasions, he would be walking down a street when his mind would be sidetracked and the next thing he would find a lump of dirt water, whatever he had fallen in, in his mouth, in this case it was snow. Hard cold wet snow. Snow that seeped through your clothes, to touch the warm skin that hides beneath them and turn the skin as cold as the ice. Ice that sucks out all your warmth and replaces it with its cold touch. Who would think that something as beautiful as snow could have such a cold soul? That’s how it does it. It sucks you in with its beauty, then releases you, scared by the mark it leaves on you, so innocent yet so evil.

Slowly, but quickly his clothes dampen, until he is soaking wet, not only on the outside is he freezing but on the inside as well. The coldness swallows him whole, into the deeps within, where Hutton is left cold and shaken.

Hutton was shivering badly it was a constant movement that used the whole body strength. Hutton’s teeth started to chatter uncontrollably, again. He felt as though his body was made of ice. Ice. Ice that was unbreakable, cold and beautiful. Ice was just as bad as snow, but instead of being pure and innocent, ice was beautiful and seductive, seducing in its prey and then pouncing on the when they are vulnerable, like Hutton now. He couldn’t understand how the girl was sitting out there, lying out there on the snow and hadn’t frozen yet. What like Hutton’s been lying on the ground for a couple of moment and he couldn’t feel his toes for goodness sake.

The girl spoke, her voice clear and beautiful, like the birds singing in the morning. It like an angle, sweet and cheery. She spoke with a smile upon her beautiful face, the words flowing out in a simple rhythm. As she spoke the mist that left her mouth dissolved evenly throughout the night air, like he wished he could. He wished that he could begin the day again, on a good note. His hand was aching, and the pain spread throughout him like a wild fire. What had he done to deserve this?

At the words she spoke he felt a witty comeback form at his lips. “Are you all right?’’ she asked him. The sneer snide hung at his lips desperate to escape. The words were so powerful that Hutton couldn’t hold it back any longer. “ Well are you alright? No.” Hutton said answering his own question.”No one is alright, obviously, we all are also half left.” As he said the last words a grin formed on his lips, turning his snide face softer and more decent, one more welcoming for the strange girl.

The coldness of the floor was soon too much to handle. Slowly Hutton stood; he went slowly, as he didn’t want to spook the magical air that had surrounded them, the one that was peaceful and calm, but most of all he didn’t want to scare the girl she seemed so fragile, like if you moved to fast she might.... shatter with fright. In a few moment, Hutton’s feet were strongly planted on the ground, the girl was still on her knees gazing up at Hutton, eyes full of wonder, that always seemed to be hidden within them. Her eyes olive green clear and warm searching his face.

Hutton slowly extended his arm, offering his hand, offering to help her off the frozen floor that was beneath her seeking into her clothes to plant it’s cold seed within her.

[Stare]

My reaction to his words is one of confusion. None of us are alright? Panic quickly settles in, disrupting the peace that had whispered through my veins only moments ago. I'm not alright? My hand instantly flies to the back of my head, fingers combing underneath my long golden brown locks in search of what, what am I even looking for? The pads of my fingertips press into my scalp as if trying to push something away, but there is nothing. The delicate skin remains smooth and painless, though why I thought it wouldn't be bewilders me. My hand slowly works it's way out of my hair and I pull my glove off and throw it to the icy sheet of snow that crunches underneath my light step. My cool fingers feel along the smooth curves of my face and then along the length of my arms, searching for some sort of wound or pain or something. Finally, my hand floats down to the snow, and I conclude that he must have misspoken, for I am most certainly unharmed.

My half smile returns just as quickly as it left, relieved that I am indeed alright. I gaze above his outstretched hand at his face for a moment, eyes watching him very closely for any signs of recognition. Most people in the district know me, and Will used to say that was why they sometimes treated me unkindly (but they were never unkind, for the pushes and shoves and stolen money were all accidents, right?). There isn't a single clue hidden on his face, though, and so I decide that he must not know who I am. Perhaps it is for the best, though I wish that someone would show me kindness even with previous knowledge of my identity. Will did, of course. Will was kind to me, right from the beginning. Is it selfish to miss my best friend? After all, he is surely living a better life in the Capitol. But still, it would have been nice if they had at least given me someplace to write to so we could keep in touch- he can't be that unreachable, can he?

Rain falling in sheets. The graveyard is large, for our district is poor, and yet even in the evening with the silvery mist and ice cold rain, I can find the stones. My hand glides over the slippery edge of one and I begin to cry softly, bowing my head so that my slippery locks hang in clumps on either side of a pained face. I fall to my knees, laying a rose down on each of their graves and then tilting my head back toward the inky sky so that the angel's tears hit me and glide down my cheeks in silvery trails. My lips part slightly in I give a quiet wail of longing, missing them wanting them needing them. Why can't they be here, by my side, instead of forever lost up in the swirling clouds? Don't they know that I can't do this without them? A few lost souls wander throughout the graveyard, but none even look in my direction. Why would they? I am insane, after all (no I'm not, not, not!). Finally bending my head back toward the graves, I lean forward and press my warm lips against first his icy stone, and then hers. "Papa," I whisper quietly. "Mama." There is another, not to far away, that I feel as if I should visit. I quietly rise and glide over to it, feeling the damp stone and breathing in deeply. I do not read the inscription, though. Something inside of me screams at me not to. It knows already the name that I will see hurriedly carved into the hard surface. But I don't. And as long as I don't know, it won't be true.

My eyes become warm as I take his outstretched hand, rising slowly. A pale light swirls around his head for a moment before diving downward and disappearing into the snow in small explosion of white. I grin at it for a moment before looking back at him, my olive disks shining in the darkness. "But I'm alright. See?" I pull up the sleeve of my jacket and expose my thin arm to the icy air, gesturing in an almost proud way at the smooth, uninjured skin. "There isn't anything hurt. I'm not hurt. So I'm alright. And there are lots of other people who aren't hurt, too. Don't ask them, though- they don't like that." My voice drops down to a whisper on the last sentence and I grin although memories of shocked faces and disgusted glares enter my memories. Forcefully pushing them out of the place where they don't belong, I tilt my head to the side slightly. "What are you doing out here, anyway? It's cold, and you could get lost in the snow."

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[kiah]

It took a while for Hutton to figure out what the girl was doing. She was feeling around her body, as though she truly believed that she was hurt. It was... Bazare. He really didn’t mean she was hurt, he was just joking around, like he usually would. I mean who wouldn’t get that joke?! It was common sense, wasn’t it? Confusion filled his head. He had never met a girl like this she was so... Odd. She seemed different, like she wasn’t with the world, but off in her own imaginary world, like she doesn’t really feel anything to the world around, like Hutton had just woke her up from.. From a daze.

Her dazed smile returns to her face in a matter of moments only to be replaced by a face of grief so strong that it sent strong memorise flying through Hutton’s head. Ones that he didn’t want to remember, they filled him with anger and sympathy. His mothers teary eyes flittered into his gaze as she watched her children drive their father from their home. She didn’t stop us. But she still loved him no matter how much of a cow he was, he had that effect on her and used it to his advantage. It sicken Hutton that he used her like this. That he just used her to fulfil his pleasures for bed and other reasons, that he also used his sons for.

Hutton tried hard not to let theses emotions show on his face, he needed to be reserved around strangers who aren’t right in the head. Not that he meant any offence to her. It’s just that he can’t let anyone know how messed up his life has been, he doesn’t want to be seen as weak, not after it he had been through. Not that he wanted to maintain a social status, more like he wanted to keep his pride and self dignity, keep his confidence, on the inside, for himself, to keep him... sane.

Hutton wasn’t sure how long it had been, but it sure was a while. The snow had encased him in its icy grip, turning him cold from the inside out. He was shivering again. It felt to him as though he had no clothes to shelter him from the frost that he wasn’t meant to be warm that he was forgotten in this world... then he snapped out of his daze, must be the cold, making him crazy and dream of abandoned lonely places. Hutton shook his head clearing it of all thoughts.

He felt the girls eyes on him, they bore into his eyes, but it was a welcoming feeling, it made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, and soon he wasn’t shivering anymore but he was toasty warm. The girl reached her hand out and took his hand in her warm and gentle hands. As she rose, snow fell from her clothes landing gentle on the ground forming a mystical look to this girl. She seemed so dreamy but he felt this tug to get to know her, not to run away from her crazy way at life, not that he knew her, but a crazy thought in the back of his mind told him that she might be a little bit insane.

Then she spoke. Her voice dreamy, but alive. Her words proved to Hutton that she must have misunderstood the joke among his joke. She must have thought that he meant that there might of been something wrong with her. All this confused Hutton, but he let it drop as she continued on with what she was saying, she tilted her head questionably as she ask her question.

This brought his own questions up; he couldn’t remember why he was out and about at this time of the night in this part of the district. His anger drove him everywhere these days. “Yeah I guess I could get lost out here, but then you could guide me home.. Huh?” He said trying a different joke, a joke that she might get, and hopefully she won’t see it as a snide comment and run off, because underneath the joke there was the truth, he is lost and has no idea where he is or which way is home. Then he turned serious, “to tell the truth I have no Idea where I am or how to get back home... so I guess I’m lost” he looked at the girl, eyes asking an unasked question.

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Ever since that harsh day when the Keepers mercilessly threw me out of the orphanage, I have spent all my spare time memorizing District Eight. That was a cold day when the sky was a sea of tumbling silver, and I had never felt more alone. Afterward, it took me hours to find my way back home. I never wanted to feel that alone ever again, and so when I wasn't weaving to make a lifetime, I wandered the district. I figured that if I memorized every inch of my home, I could never be lost again. And, with the assistance of the lights, I did it. There isn't a tree or twig here in District Eight that I don't know.

So why do I still feel so alone?

"I... I don't know where you live," I say, hesitating. "And even if I did, I don't think I'd be able to lead you home in this snow. But my house isn't far from here. I could take you there until the snowfall lightens."

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The snow kept falling. Hutton thought he aould die if he was out he much longer! He was shaking like...... Like a lot, and his clothes weren't doing much to insulate his body heat. He tried studfing his hands under his armpits, and was surpirised ro feel a surg of warmth flow through him, he sighed in contentment.

Finally she answered the question, as serious as before. Hutton couldn't understand this girl dose't she know what a joke is?

Tring to move on the girl said he could come to her house, but for the first time in years Hutton wasn't sure if he would he safe in this girls hands. So he stood there comparing his options, which wasn't much. Finally the cold won.

"sure if thats okay with you?" hutton replied in a tone as serious as the girls.

ooc: sorry that its messy and not colored, my ipod doesn't like codes...xD

[Stare]

"Yes, of course!" I say with a broad smile, thinking of the joy of having another person in my house. "I haven't had company since-" I cut myself off suddenly, frowning. "Since..." Since Will. But I don't want to say that outloud, for some reason. I don't want him to know about Will or the Games or the Capitol. And so I simply smile politely and leave the sentence pleasantly unfinished as the lights begin to swirl around him in swooping loops.

"My house is down that way," I say, pointing through the sheet of white toward a very distant, tiny warm light. "My name's Senalia, by the way. Senalia Livery."

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The question fell from his mouth. He still wasn’t sure if he was safe in her hands, but he could only see one other option. Freeze. And he preferred not to. He didn’t like the cold that much and he was already cold enough as it was. His hands ached and he just wanted to get out of the cold. It didn’t mean he had to talk to her, that much. But he knew the he would feel obliged to. It was in his nature, respect woman, no matter how… messed up they were. And she was not the average girl he would usually hang around with. But… he had no choice.

She looked relived and excited to have company. She answered the question almost immediately, with a broad smile, that dropped, only for a moment when she came across an event which brought her grief, but she recovered quickly, telling me that her house wasn’t far from, in fact you could actually see it. it didn’t look big or fancy, but did any of the houses in district 8? Then she told me her name. it was odd. Unique. But Hutton found it beautiful. Senalia Livery. He let it roll over his tongue. He even mumbled it a couple times. He was so amused by it. but he wasn’t sure what about it had caught his attention. He frowned for a moment thinking hard. He felt as though he had heard it before… but nothing came to mind so he let it drop.

“Hey, I’m Hutton Kappa, at your service ma’am!” He replied not being able to hold back the snide remark, one he was so used to. One that came out so naturally, like it was his second nature.

He walked a couple paces to make sure she was going to follow him. As she knew the way. As it was her house. It was still cold out and the little warm glow in the distance was very welcoming. He thought what the house might look like. Would it have a homey sense to it, or will it just feel like an empty space that is only used to sleep in and for shelter?

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[[ooc= sorry it's so short, and not that good. no muse. And I've been having trouble to continue threads after the blitz, once the thread gets back under way, so will I xDD]]