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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 25, 2012 20:20:22 GMT -5
  Guilt. Insane amounts of guilt. If any more could be piled on she would probably crumble from the weight. Lark sat on the edge of her bed that morning, staring at her cellphone screen with a blank expression on her face. "You. Me. Park. Bye." Was all the message said. Short, clipped. Lark stared at it for what seemed to be forever before she forced herself to get up. What a great way to start a Saturday morning, with someone seemingly upset with you. Sam could not speak so was easy to classify as 'the silent type', but it was not hard to tell when he might be upset with her. They had been friends long enough for her to read between the lines. Or, well, periods. She responded with, "Okay. Be there soon." Running a hand through her hair, Lark tossed on her typical attire--shorts, tank top, and converse--before leaving the house. Frank was at work so walking out the front door was not going to be a hassle today. She could not help but scowl at the thought of his name. Oddly enough, Lark was quick to protect her father against Paula, because in all truthfulness that woman caused the turmoil in the first place.
On the way towards the park, Lark tried to sort through what she wanted to say to Sam. 'Sorry' was not going to cut it this time, not after having spent so little time with him. I've already told one person enough about my problems...do I really have to tell someone else just to keep our ties from bursting into flames? Switching sides meant losing Sam, but that did not mean they had to turn out bitter enemies that wanted to strangle one another in the hallway between classes. Lark did not want that. It broke her heart to think that she had to walk away from the Thunder student, but when she knew there was more for her on the other side it was only fair to herself to make the choice she did. For once, Lark was going to be selfish and do something she knew could potentially save her life. She could only hope Sam would understand, and they could at least part ways without seething anger or foul words. This was Sam. She did not want to end things that way. Even if it does...I don't want it to come from me.
Feet hit the grass of the park, and Lark made way towards a patch of grass past the benches and playground so strangely colored with its bright blues, reds, and yellows. Kids were screaming and playing tag without a care in the world; Lark wanted that again. Youth. Innocence. Oblivious to what lay out in the real world. To live on a playground or in the walls of a sandbox. Exhaling loudly, Lark plopped herself onto the grass and pulled out her phone, sticking one ear bud in her ear and allowing the sounds of the park grace the other. She used some of the money her grandmother gave her to get a new pair of headphones; good ones that cancelled sound and allowed one to drown in their music. Lark loved that. Now, she sat and waited for Samson, knowing their friendship had to end. A smile twitched on her lips; they used to sit on the grounds and talk, go for coffee, even sit in complete silence. She did not mind that in the least. Lark only hoped that this would not end in bitterness or hatred. If none of the alliances exited...I wouldn't have to say goodbye. She could feel her heart was breaking, and no amount of duct tape could repair it.
[LOL so I figured I would just put Sam's text in here because it made it easier to work with. <3]
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Post by samson on Mar 26, 2012 16:12:33 GMT -5
 Even though Samson had Harley back, he felt like he was losing someone else. It had been a while since he'd even shared short contact with Lark, or any snatching time that he could get. But the distance was becoming all too palpable now, grew into a being all its own. Samson didn't keep a lot of friends, he didn't like to go out socializing, crash parties, go up to a friendly group and introduce himself. It had always been difficult for him, he just didn't try now. The friends he had, well, he kept an eye on them. He may have been antisocial, but he wasn't a bad guy who pushed his friends away just because he had difficulties with conversing. At least, he hoped that he wasn't a bad guy. He didn't know if he could ever get over what he did to Harley, no matter how long ago that had been. Especially since she'd left soon after they made amends. She's back, that's that.
So he was glad when Lark agreed to meet up with him, if a little incensed with the fact that it had been a big gap in time. Sam checked the register before he left, listening to Beatrice ramble something about she'd seen on the news. "And it was a huge octopus. I mean..." She spread her arms wide, puffed out her cheeks. "Just enormous. Could you imagine?" She looked to him for a response, and he obediently shook his head. No, he couldn't, tell him more. "Well, it's being sent to a lab for testing. I never wanted to be a scientist, but wouldn't that be grand?" He debated whether or not to wear a jacket, decided against it. It was warm out, and he enjoyed the summer. He just chose to go out in a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and jeans, his hair permanently ruffled. He ran his hand through it, fingers getting caught in knots.
Sam walked to the park, as he was still without a car. And it took a little bit of walking still when he arrived there to find Lark, sitting in the grass. He was glad that there wasn't too much noise pollution--he didn't like loud noises. The Thunder approached from behind, nudging her leg with his foot. Affectionately, of course. Even though now he wanted to interrogate her. He plopped down in front of her, took his phone from his pocket. "Whoa, you still alive or is this just a ghost?" he texted out in reference to the time spent apart, tilting the screen back and forth like there was a hologram on it. Tone could be hard to get across through the written word, but it was clearly a sarcastic comment. He didn't need to put any tags for that.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 26, 2012 16:59:47 GMT -5
The minutes seemed to drag on forever, Lark's thoughts muddled and swirling into an incoherent pattern. One moment it was Samson, the next it was Frank, the next was her switching sides, the next was Ashton. No particular order, just small bits and pieces tickling her subconscious and flirting with the forefront of her mind. Barely there, but most certainly present and unwilling to go away. Lark allowed them to remain; there was no use in fighting the inevitable. The nudge to her leg startled her a bit, but not enough to jump outright. She had been expecting company after all, so it was no surprise. Looking up, Lark caught eyes with Sam and smiled. It was sad and a bit forced, but she was happy to see him. "Hey," The girl greeted softly. Sam sat down across from her like they usually did when they had conversations; it was easier for her to keep eye contact--which she liked when talking. The Thunder student flashed the phone in her face, to which she twitched a bit of a smirk before running a hand through her hair and sighing. "I feel like a ghost," She replied, voice quiet and lacking the strong, confident vibe it usually carried.
Lark had gone through hell. Her parents divorced--which Sam had known about--and Paula attempted to take her back to Hawaii. She almost lost Sam and Josh but fought to stay in Maple Hollow. Paula left for their home state, leaving Frank in a state of drunken rage. He told his daughter that looking at her was too painful. Too many memories. The man could not even pull himself together enough to realize that she was not like her mother. She had been hit, walked to the hospital, bandaged up by her best friend. She got wasted in attempts to try and have one night of freedom, and wound up losing more than just her first kiss. To top it all off, Lark decided that the safest--and sanest--place to be was with Josh and the Earths and the Waters. Samson was unaware of just about everything. She had not distanced herself because she wanted to, more that she felt she had to. To protect him from dealing with her bullshit, and taking on unnecessary burdens. "Look, Sam...I'm sorry, first off. I know that just one word won't cut it, because I've left you in the dark this entire time, but just know that I am really, truly, sorry." Lark hardly apologized. She hated to say she was sorry, because that meant admitting she was in the wrong. But I am in the wrong this time. She lifted her chin a bit and inhaled to settle herself, resting cheek in hand as she looked at him. "So I understand if you're angry with me. I should have just told you what was going on." First Josh, now Sam. The emotional strain was wearing her down, but Lark knew she had to stay strong. She survived this long, and would be damned if this brought her down. Whatever Sam wanted to know, she was willing to tell. He deserved that much.
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Post by samson on Mar 28, 2012 15:19:57 GMT -5
For a moment Samson wished that he'd brought sunglasses, as he figured this is what Frosty felt like when spring came along. He hoped he didn't smell bad, but he wasn't about to lift up his arms to sniff his shirt. He was a little more poised than that. He lifted his eyebrows as she spoke, sounding like someone had taken the air out of her and left her deflate like a pool toy on a summer day. Well then. What the fuck's that supposed to mean? And suddenly, it felt like he didn't know Lark anymore, like there was someone else sitting in front of him, wearing her face and clothes. A doppelganger that didn't quite have the act down. How worried should he be? Well, he was worried enough as is. Never let it show, of course, because no one ever let anything show. It was just how the world worked. He guessed everyone was trying to protect everyone else. Like how he could never tell if something was wrong between his parents. Beatrice had a little more honesty with him, but that was just in her personality.
Sam didn't really know how to take her apology. Was she apologizing for her absence in his life, for being quite literally that ghost--he knew she was somewhere around, he just couldn't see her. His fingers lightly tapped on the screen of his phone for a moment, not writing anything, before he decided to just type up, "It's all right." That was what he was supposed to say, he guessed, even though he'd rather ask if she was apologizing for what he thought she was or if there was something else to come. At her next words, her looked around for a moment. So she was going to tell him what was on the up and up. "Can't say I'm happy and oh so thrilled, but thanks for the apology. It means something." He erased the words, and let a little smile claim his lips when he typed, "An explanation would be really nifty, though." He shrugged, as if dispelling everything he'd just said. He didn't get mad, no, but he was a little better.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 28, 2012 16:09:36 GMT -5
Lark watched her friend as he tapped on his phone, possibly considering whether or not to accept her apology. She would understand if he didn't, but hoped that he would because it was sincere. It was real. No matter what happened at the end of this discussion, Lark was being honest and meant every word that slipped off of her tongue. Eventually Sam came up with a response, a faint smile twitching on her lips as she nodded. "It's not alright, but...thanks anyway." It was far from okay. She should have talked to him, kept better contact. And now this would wind up being good bye. Her eyes stung with tears. "I'm just glad you aren't ready to electrocute me or anything," Lark tried to make light of the conversation, but it was proving difficult. It was hard to be yourself when your heart was aching so bad, and so much was on your mind. The light in her eyes--the very faint light that fought to remain--vanished and she dropped her gaze to the grass between them.
"Okay." Was all Lark said at first, trying to sort out the thoughts as they filed through her mind. Place them in order so they could make sense. She inhaled, as though prepared to hold her breath for a very long time. She was going to cut right to the chase this time around. This was Sam. He deserved to know, and she refused to stumble and stutter over her words like a child. "I've been dealing with my dad. He...put me in the hospital over summer break. Cracked rib, bruises, the works." She glanced up at him, not really searching for a reaction but more keeping eye contact. "It's not getting better. He drinks a lot. It's a lot to deal with, and I just...kinda pulled away from people. Josh would not even know but I went to the hospital and he just so happened to be there." She wanted Sam to understand that no one was privy to this information because she up and told them. He was the first person she willingly opened up to, so he understood that her 'ignoring' him was not actually ignoring. "So yeah, that's the main reason I've been absent. I just did not want to bother people with it, y'know?"
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Post by samson on Mar 29, 2012 17:59:29 GMT -5
Okay, he could admit to a little irritation with Lark. But who wouldn't be irritated? No one liked to be avoided by their friends, it wasn't a nice feeling whatsoever. He wasn't self-conscious enough to blame it on himself most of the time. Except when it came to Harley, because he was exceptionally skilled at screwing up their relationship. "Oh, you mean you can't feel the static electricity?" he typed out on the screen, showing it to her. Of course, there was really no signal in his features at his joking, face straight. Didn't look upset, though. He'd let Lark explain, because he didn't like being mad at her. Sam would love to consider not talking to friends for a while as a reprieve from a social life, but he did not avoid talking to people like that. Once he made a friend, he kept them if he could. That's what people did, and he was as normal as someone who could communicate verbally. It was almost comical when people thought that he was somehow deprived of friends because of his disability. It was his own choice, really, it's what he wanted to do. Keep to himself.
He didn't come braced, no Kevlar to protect him from her words. And it was painful to hear, like searing from a gunshot wound. It was one of the moments when he actually had so many words to say, and so little space to type it all up. If he were a more emotional person, his eyes would have been bugging out his head, fingers frantically keying what he said. He didn't let his irritation show at the mention of Josh, and he had a question about that, but first he needed to know. "So he knows about it...has anyone else been told? Because you're not staying in that house." He didn't like to be pushy, but he also didn't like to hear about Lark being a victim of domestic violence. He would gladly snap her father's neck himself to get her out of the situation, too. He's drinking, he's not in his right mind if he's drinking. Still didn't lessen the situation. "Sorry for being snippy with you, by the way." He avoided using abbreviations as much as possible, so the sincerity carried across easily. Clearing the screen, he typed, "And anyway, is this Josh Dale you're talking about?" The Fire traitor responsible for his girlfriend's defection in the first war? Definitely not on good terms with him. Not that he would stop his friends from being friends with people he didn't like, but this was a special case considering he turned his back on the alliance.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Mar 31, 2012 2:25:15 GMT -5
Lark felt exposed. It was not often that she willingly sputtered out information pertaining to her personal life, and it was almost like taking a fish and leaving it out of water. It was difficult to breathe, to move, to function. You feared someone taking advantage of your being washed up on the shore, unable to escape from predators. Samson was not a predator, but when you are used to hiding away from the world you wondered who would exploit weakness and watch you flop around helplessly. It was either tell him or cause even more strife between us. He was probably going to be very upset about her switching sides, but at least she put everything out in the open. The girl shook her head, hair falling into her face as she now avoided his gaze. “No, no one else knows.” She bit her lip. “And you know me Sam. I don’t normally talk about this shit. I’m not going to make a big deal out of it. I’ll get a job and get money and find somewhere else to live.” Lark looked up now, voice becoming more firm and Lark-like, a brief smile forming on her lips. “I’ll be fine. It’s all good. I’m tough enough.” The fights were not daily, and over time she learned how to avoid the brunt of his anger. A few of the scuffles did end in a black eye or a sore arm, but nothing compared to their first fight. Sam had no need to worry over her; it was the very reason she never talked about her problems.
“I deserved it Sam, so it’s okay.” Sam had no need to apologize for anything. Nothing at all. She only hoped that he was not apologizing simply because she told him what happened at home. I don’t like pity. Even if it was not necessarily pity, it still felt that way. Lark did not tell Sam about her troubles at home to make him feel bad or sorry for her; she wanted him to understand that her silence was not negligence. Sam’s next question was a bit out of the blue—she was not aware of the issues he had with the Fire graduate, so was not quite sure why this was relevant in any way. Even so, she supposed it would become relevant soon when she told him about why she was switching sides. Well, one of the reasons. Hesitantly the girl nodded, wondering what his response was going to be. “Yeah. Dale. He’s my best friend.” Lark stopped there for a moment to gather a reaction before continuing. “We’ve been friends since I was eight, so that goes way back before any side-switching was involved.” Loyalty was a big issue with elements, but for Lark friendship took precedence over alliances for this particular case. There was no way she would walk away from Josh simply because of that. She figured this would be a good way to start off the discussion about her switching sides—if there was even going to be a discussion. Would Sam really turn heel and walk away from her after finding out, tossing up the middle finger? Would he hate her? I don’t want him to hate me. I could never hate him…
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Post by samson on Apr 1, 2012 0:26:53 GMT -5
Samson felt pretty powerless in this situation, because he knew no matter how close they were, it was none of his business. Family matters were kept between family. Parents told their children not to go around talking about their home situation no matter what it was simply because it was personal. He understood that, even though he didn't really have any qualms talking about Beatrice what he was up to whenever he went home. "It is a big deal," he typed out, and why couldn't she see that? What her father was doing was a big deal, even if she didn't think so. Sam didn't want her to change, but he wanted her to be safe. She was not in a safe situation. "And can you even live alone?" She was only seventeen, could she live on her own? He wanted to groan, but he kept his impassive face. It wasn't about being tough. But he didn't want to be difficult, to push in where he didn't belong. So he left it alone. It felt wrong, but what else was he to do?
Samson didn't think she deserved it, but as always, he didn't say anything. He never said anything. It was kind of his thing. Still, he was worried about her, as anyone would be. News like what she'd given him wasn't very good, and he was almost at a complete loss for what to do with it. He was not too pleased when she explained that she was best friends with Josh, but understood when she explained that they went back pretty far. "Kind of hate his guts," he said with a half-smile, to show that he wasn't going to tell her to not be friends with him anymore because he didn't approve. "But that's just me. It's kind of dangerous being friends with him, you know." She was Fire, he was technically with the other alliance. It was something he worried about in his relationship with Harley. The Fires wouldn't accept her back with open arms, but he loved that girl, and he wanted t keep her. So even as he typed the words, he could almost predict an answer.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 1, 2012 17:01:26 GMT -5
A frown creased her lips as she observed her friend, guilt welling up within her. Lark did not cope well with guilt, with saying sorry, with explaining the small details of her life. Today it seemed that everything was pouring out and pooling at her feet, her reflection staring right back at her. She was not even recognizable. Samson was concerned, displayed concern, and yet here Lark was telling him that it was all for nothing and she was finding solace elsewhere. It was killing her. She wanted to cry. Out of anyone she did not regret walking away from, Sam was the only one that she dreaded saying goodbye to. Lark shook her head, trying to wave all of this off but still passing him a look of appreciation none the less. “No it’s not, Sam. Really. I can handle things.” Once she was eighteen, then freedom would be at her fingertips. She would get a job, save up whatever money she could, and as soon as her birthday hit she would be out of there. But that’s a year away… Lark inadvertently swallowed at the thought, realizing that she might be able to hold out for now, but for a whole year? What all could change between now and then? “I’ll be able to next year after my birthday,” She replied, thoughts muddled and laced with anxiety. “About a year, and I’ll be free.”
Samson probably did not realize how much his friendship meant to her. How much she cared about her friend. He was one of the few people in Lark’s life she would die for if she knew it would save his. She would take a bullet for him, push him out of the way of an oncoming car, fight for him. It was built into her personality to protect the people she cared about, and Sam was one of them. Lark blinked a moment, obviously confused by the following text; she was not aware of whatever rivalry the two boys shared, nor did she particularly want to find out. It was no one’s business but their own. “I see,” Was all Lark managed to say, trying to figure out what else there was to say. The smile was reassuring, though, so Lark reflected his smile back at him. It was weak but there. “Well, you’re entitled to hate whoever you want.” Sam could dislike whomever he wished, no matter the reason. So long as he did not rake her through the dirt for it, then there was no issue. It would have been a different story if Lark befriended Josh after he switched sides, but this went back to childhood. Nothing was going to change now. The next text was a given sign that this conversation was about to turn into the thing she dreaded. Lark was not good with words, especially words that said goodbye. Especially words that said goodbye to Sam. She loved this kid just as much as she loved Josh. One of the few. Exhaling slowly, Lark rubbed at the back of her neck and stared at the grass between them. “I know it’s dangerous, but it won’t be that way for long…” For a split second, Lark looked up at her friend to gauge the reaction, not knowing if he would take the hint or if more details would need to be given. Whatever he wanted, she would gladly give.
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Post by samson on Apr 2, 2012 17:31:53 GMT -5
Samson may have been oblivious to certain things, but he knew better when people said that they could handle things, that they were all right, and everything was going to be okay. It was the kind of thing parents told their children to get them out of the room and back in bed. It was the kind of words that hid broken things, swept them under a carpet for everyone to step on later. Would he point that out? That he wasn't nine-years-old anymore and this was the real world, where parents could hurt their children and that was more damaging than anything else. Eighteen and out, he thought, though it was more sardonic than anything. "Well, good luck," he typed out half-heartedly, and that seemed like a douchey thing to type, but what else was there. "Hope your dad doesn't kill you lol"?
Samson was glad that it didn't seem like Lark wanted to beat him up or anything. There was a huge difference between saying he hated her friend and actually talking shit on him or attacking him. Usually that's when people had problems, him included. The unfortunate souls who didn't understand that ended up in the medical wing, he supposed. Thank you, I'll go on doing so. He almost laughed, or maybe that was the uneasiness? The smell of grass seemed almost too sharp to his nose now. But he listened to Lark about it not being dangerous and that sounded very strange to his ears. Maybe Beatrice was right and he needed to cut his hair. This cryptic game is oh so fun. Samson thought that maybe he should work on his sarcasm, it wasn't at all pleasant for anyone. "Go on..." He held up the phone in front of his face as if trying to be cute with it.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 2, 2012 18:23:25 GMT -5
Lark could swear her heart was sitting in her throat, the throbbing dulling out the sound in her ears. It was hard to formulate words or open her mouth; all the girl could do at first was stare at her friend and try to figure out how to say what she needed to. Passing a small sigh through her nostrils, Lark lowered her gaze and began to pick at the grass. Would Sam hate her? Walk away? Cause a fight? She knew her friend quite well, but in extreme instances like these people can sometimes react in an uncharacteristic way. She was going to be leaving him for the other side. To be with a guy that he apparently hated. Lark swallowed a little bit. "Over the past few months, I've been doing a lot of thinking." Lark trailed off for a moment, still trying to work out the words settling on the tip of her tongue. "And after all I've been through, not just with dad but with a lot of other people, I think it's best that I put myself in a place where I can be safe." She had not told him of Brett, because she was not really in the mood to release that information.
She looked up at him now, eyes glazed with tears. Sam...I'm so sorry... It was the one person she dreaded leaving. Lark remembered how he let her spend Christmas with him and Beatrice, how they just took her in and made her feel so at home. "I'll be switching sides, Sam. But...please know that you are the one and only person that I dreaded doing this to. No one else mattered. You at least deserved to know everything." A few tears fell down her face but Lark quickly tried to wipe them away. She hated crying. This all felt so unfair. One one side she had Josh, Nell, Ashton, and numerous others, but on the other...she had Sam. She wanted to stay by his side, to be his friend, but that was going to be out of reach now. Lark's lip quivered before she lowered her head and shielded her eyes with her hand, the tears still unwillingly finding their way down her cheeks. "I understand if you are angry...I wouldn't expect much less." She lowered her hand and shook her head, her teary gaze meeting his again.
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Post by samson on Apr 4, 2012 19:26:22 GMT -5
Sometimes it seemed too silent when he couldn't speak, like a one-sided conversation. Lark was talking to herself, and when she trailed off, the silence arrived once again with its bags and its questions. It seemed quite different now, something seemed wrong. Maybe spending so much time with Beatrice had given him a sixth sense. Samson lifted an eyebrow at her words? Safe? Safe where? He didn't know if he should write out those words for her, if he should question her. His impairment allowed more time to let him think, to take back words before they could even be made clear. He agreed that she should be somewhere safe, he just didn't know where that place was. Inside, he had always known it was with him. It had always been that way. His relationships with his friends were an instinct, something always there and acknowledged and never questioned.
Except for this moment right here. This moment with Lark talking and him listening, because that was all he could do, like a dummy used for target practice. Lark seemed to be enjoying taking jabs to his gut today, he felt like he was getting beat up. Switching sides. He knew what that meant, what it implied. And she was crying, and Samson felt everything flow from his hands. Nothing left, he was lost. Switching sides really meant gone, disappearing. Harley switched sides, but even their relationship was difficult to maintain. They couldn't be on the grounds with each other, and she understood his loyalty to the Thunders. He thought Lark to be equally loyal too, this was out of left wing. Sam knew she wasn't the most social creature, but the Fires were tight, like a family.
And fuck, what was he supposed to do when she was crying? He waited until she got her bearings, ran a hand through his hair. I hate this. What he hated? The bitterness he knew he shouldn't have. "So you're betraying the alliances. Lark, you've been a Fire ever since you came to the Academy, through and through. Here is where you belong." What was he clinging to, anyway? These strings of words, as if they could hold everything together, wrap up his friendship with Lark and carry it to a safe place. "I won't be able to talk to you. We can't be friends, the alliance doesn't allow that. You know what that means, right?" If he were speaking, there'd have been more pauses, hesitation. He was desperate. I don't want to lose you, idiot. And he almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Lark, Fire temperament and confidence, going to the other side? It was almost surreal.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 6, 2012 10:29:19 GMT -5
Lark watched her friend for a long time, as though trying to think of what else to say to make this better, to alleviate the weight of the words she spoke to him. There was no band-aid to cover it up, make it disappear, to act like it didn't exist. That was impossible. Lark had to walk away from Sam, and Sam was one of the few people who understood who she was. It was like a slow, painful death. But she knew what she needed, what would help her to cope with everything at home and stay alive. Sam may not actually understand that one thing. It was actually the one thing she wanted him to understand, but had no way of instilling the knowledge without making things worse. Besides, it required an explanation, which she was not good at giving even in the best of times. The girl flinched at his next message, blinking enough to fight back more tears. "Fire is my element. It does not mean I belong with the others. That's like telling a black sheep that because they are a sheep, they belong with the flock of white ones when it's obvious that it doesn't." And that's exactly how she felt: like a black sheep among the white flock. Different. Estranged. Distanced.
His words were like a two ton weight dropping on her chest. This was becoming real. After this, Sam would no longer be close. She had to push him away, to say goodbye. Maybe once school was done, and they were beyond the petty alliances she could see him again. That was, assuming Sam was interested in that too. Lark only wondered if they would drift too far apart by that point for it to even matter. Her heart clenched up into a tight knot. She nodded weakly, more tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked up at him. "I know what it means." Lark stated flatly, her lip trembling slightly. "I don't want to leave you Sam. You're the only person I don't want to leave. But I have to do what I think is best for me and my health. Where I feel I belong." It was hard to swallow, like downing a patch of sandpaper. Rough, relentless sandpaper. It was damn near impossible to push out the words without breaking into more tears. "I love you Sam. You're like family. Like a brother. I just wish that non-blood bonds held up, but they don't." She shook her head. "But no matter what, you'll always feel like family, even if you don't want to return the feeling. I know that it wouldn't exactly be easy to do after this..."
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Post by samson on Apr 7, 2012 22:12:50 GMT -5
He was frustrated, and he knew it was just because of the impact. Like all Thunders, he was irritable, so when something like this happened… ”Please, we’re talking about animals here. They still hang out with each other, no matter how different they are. Sheeps come in a lot of colors.” He didn’t even want to be talking about a stupid metaphor. Everyone was different from each other, no one person was the same. That didn’t mean no one belonged anywhere, it just meant that no one was a sheep, the same color or content of someone else. But really, he just wanted to pull Lark back. Because this was leaving, going away, goodbye and don’t forget your hat on the way out. And what was he left with? This feeling of a space right in front of him when there should have been something there. He had never lost too many friends before, but then again, he didn’t have too many close friends like he considered Lark. He was just not the kind of guy that many people got close to. Harley was the only one who could say that she really knew him.
What’s best for me. That was the clincher. Samson knew that it was what he wanted for her, if nothing else. If she stayed and wasn’t happy, he wouldn’t be happy either. Who would be when their friend was suffering like that? But belonging with the Waters and Earths? How can a Fire feel at home there? That’s why he didn’t understand Harley and Josh. There was a reason they were in the elements they were in. They belonged there. Samson belonged with the Thunders, he couldn’t imagine anything else. He moved his eyes to different places, the sharp smell of recently cut grass, people in their summer clothes, smiling faces, not this, what he had to deal with in front of him. Blood bonds. Not even blood bonds held up, Lark, don’t you know? He wanted to tell her this, because he didn’t even talk to his own family. Friends are the people you chose to be around, you are forced into family, and if you don’t like them you just avoid them. ”All right, I don’t want to tell you otherwise, I just want you to be happy. You know that. It’s just I wish there was another way.” But there wasn’t, and this was goodbye. Goodbye was a final word.
[we can end this soon. *trying to wrap up a few threads, if you haven't noticed.* >>]
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 8, 2012 0:25:46 GMT -5
Lark frowned, her brows creasing together as she read his words. It was difficult to tell with Sam whether or not he was aggravated or simply just speaking his own logic, but being who she was (especially full of guilt at the moment) she took it as the latter and shook her head. Samson had every right to be upset, to feel betrayed, angry, anything but happy with her. Normally Lark would have grown aggravated herself, frustrated that Sam did not understand, but that would not have made any sense at all. The elements were meant to be loyal to their own element. Fire to Fire, Water to Water, and of course their allies took account in that too. She was supposed to be loyal to the Fires and in also their ally, it was a category she was born into. But people changed, altered over time, found places that they felt where they fit in the best. Although Lark knew being with the Waters and Earths would not always be easy (given her temper), it was at least with her best friend. It did not hurt any less to tell Sam goodbye, though.
"I wish there was another way too, Sam. I'm going to miss you." Lark finally spoke up, leaving the other message to sit and linger in her mind. It made sense in one way, but she did not feel like going into it further. She was weary, emotionally worn down, and just wanted to make this as clean a cut as possible. It would hurt like a bitch, but the slower movements were ever more painful. "Yeah, I know. And I want you to be happy too, so I'm glad you have Harley back." A faint twitch of a smile formed on her lips as she stood up, brushing the grass and dirt from her pants. She walked up next to Sam and glanced down at him for a long moment before leaning over and patting him on the shoulder. It was the closest to a hug she could give, and hoped that Sam understood. He was one of the few who might. She fought back a few more tears. "Bye Sam. I'll...see you at school." With that, Lark pulled her hand away and walked back in the direction from whence she came, feeling as though she lost a piece of herself. But I made my choice. It had to be done. She made her bed, and she had to lay in it. Lark lifted her head a little higher and did not even dare to look back. No regrets. There could be no regrets.
MUSE <3
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