Near the Causeway, Early Wednesday Evening
Oct. 7th, 2015 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildandbraveCosette walked slowly as she crossed the causeway back from the mainland, lost in thought after a visit to her father. For a while now, ever since the weekend that the dead had come to visit, she had been entertaining the notion of asking him to tell her more about her mother, but every time she broached the subject he got so visibly anxious that she just never had the heart to push.
Like tonight. She was rarely ever nervous about anything, but working up the nerve to bring it up had seemed more of a task than usual.
She didn't realize right away that she was singing to herself.
"Telephone wire, long black line
Telephone wire, finely threaded sky
There's the pond where I went wading, there's a sign for Sugar Valley
On the mountain light is fading -- I go back to school tomorrow
Say something, talk to him
Say something, anything
At the light, at the light, at the light, at the light
At the light, at the light, at the light, at the light
Doesn't matter what you say
Just make the fear in his eyes go away . . ."
Yes. She'd have to do this, and soon. Just . . . she had to figure out how.
[OOC: This is what I get for challenging myself to work something from Fun Home into today, I guess. Can be open if you've a mind.]
Like tonight. She was rarely ever nervous about anything, but working up the nerve to bring it up had seemed more of a task than usual.
She didn't realize right away that she was singing to herself.
"Telephone wire, long black line
Telephone wire, finely threaded sky
There's the pond where I went wading, there's a sign for Sugar Valley
On the mountain light is fading -- I go back to school tomorrow
Say something, talk to him
Say something, anything
At the light, at the light, at the light, at the light
At the light, at the light, at the light, at the light
Doesn't matter what you say
Just make the fear in his eyes go away . . ."
Yes. She'd have to do this, and soon. Just . . . she had to figure out how.
[OOC: This is what I get for challenging myself to work something from Fun Home into today, I guess. Can be open if you've a mind.]
