worth a thousand words {kel and eos}
Nov 7, 2014 1:29:10 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Nov 7, 2014 1:29:10 GMT -5
E O S
I waited a long while for my punishment. The kindly woman, Eva, had led me to a room, one only a few doors away from where Kelsier had disappeared An Avox's job is to obey and so I only nodded and smiled. Dressed in clothes that were not mine and retreating into a room I did not own, I sunk to the floor. And I had waited for word of what they would do. They could have hit me, the thought always sat somewhere at the back of my mind. Even though Kelsier's resistance to touch anything I owned had been made blatantly obvious, a part of me was sure I'd never be free of the pain. A part of me thought that I deserved it for upsetting him. They could have locked me in the room and kept me away from the sun and food and water. Pretended I didn't exist until enough time had passed and they deemed I had learned my lesson. I waited for a punishment that never came.
It seemed too good to be true. Like I was stuck in a dream that had pulled me so deep I couldn't wake. I pinched my skin to the point of bruising and forced cold water down my back but nothing worked. I slept upon the floor that night because that is what I deserved and when I woke the next morning I did not find myself back at The Bastard's house or even the traders'. I was in a large mansion with cavernous walls that was much too big for the cold man it housed. It was two days before I believed that I truly was awake.
They didn't keep my meals from me or deny water when I was desperately thirsty. I even got my own clothes and was treated with kindness for the first time in a long while. I had my own room, they didn't lock me out in the dead of night where wind blew and bugs bit. It was the first house that ever seemed something like a home and it terrifies me.
I can't get too attached, I can't make this place my home because chances are I'll be thrown out by the end of the year. I'm not a good avox, I cannot clean or cook or really do much of anything that Kelsier and Eva don't already have covered. I'm useless, the worst kind of useless. The sooner they realize it, the better for all of us.
But I really did like it here. It was something special to fall asleep, knowing that another was only a few rooms away. Someone who I was certain wouldn't hurt me, someone who made me feel safe. Almost like when I awoke from a bad dream as a child, when I'd crawled into mother's bed and wrapped my arms around her waist and she didn't ask why I was there because she knew. I've not had such comfort for a very long time.
He's an author. A great one, I think. Sometimes I can hear the typewriter's monotone clicks and I will just sit and listen to the music it creates. I can't bring myself to ask what he writes, I've been scared to ask much since my first day. When he'd gone so cold and hid away, and I was left all alone for too long. His company is better than the silence I've been used to, even if we say nothing.
I've been keeping myself busy these past weeks. There was a garden outside, one that had decayed and rotted and wielded to the elements throughout years of neglect. And I remembered the flowers on my windowsill that'd done the same once mother could not care for them. I made it my mission to right the wrong of so long ago. Carefully, I protected my body. I forced gloves onto my hands and kept the clothes I worked in outside and I always showered after hours of working in the garden. I tried my hardest to be safe.
I pulled the weeds and fed the buds, I did all I could to breathe life into what was dead. It made me feel better, to do something, to work because that was all I'd known for a long time. It made me feel better to see the yellowing roots turn green and it made me happy to see sprouts forcing their way through the freshly tilled dirt.
How proud I was.
This morning, I wake up early to check the garden. It looks nothing special, small green leaves poking contrasting against dirt. There were no colorful petals soaking in the sun's rays, nor any weeds stealing their glory. It was humble and quaint, but magical. I had done this. It was perhaps the only thing I've ever truly owned.
I hadn't seen it at first, but it catches my eye just as I turn away. A small yellow poppy forcing its way through the ground. A tiny warrior. The first flower of many to come. And I smile from ear to ear because it is just so beautiful. It looks bright and happy, petals curved into the sun's embrace. My excitement cannot be contained as I slip through the door, stepping carefully on the stones I had washed. Two fingers wrap around the stem and it leaves the ground in one, clean snap.
My hands are washed and my hair brushed by the time I find Kel. And it's all I can to keep from bursting out with happy laughter as I rush over to him with child-like excitement. The smile I had seen all those days ago was far too rare, I'd not seen it enough in my time here. It lit up the whole of the room and it made me want to smile too. A smile like that should be shared with the world.
I'm clean. I've checked three times over, washed my hands with soap and water and washed them once more to be sure. My clothes are just out of the wash and they smell of detergent and soap. I tried so hard to stay clean because if I was, Kel wouldn't be so sad around me. And then maybe he would smile more, like he should.
The flower is concealed behind my back and I feel stupid waving my free hand to get his attention. I've become better, I think, at the language of Avox. Got something! My hands shake with excitement, and as hard as I try to keep my face straight I simply cannot. He had given me so much in these few weeks and I could finally give him something back.
An embarrassed laugh escapes me as I reveal my present, holding it out to him expectantly. It wasn't much, hell it was nothing really, but maybe it'd be enough to make him happy.