Long Days of Time [Odd, OPEN] Dec 23, 2015 23:32:05 GMT -5
Post by Myrleia of Bithynia on Dec 23, 2015 23:32:05 GMT -5
Loving Wife and Mother
That was the simple grave that Mya had decided to lay her head on. It was a simple gravestone, a rectangle flat to the ground, only slightly worn by time. IN FACT, it was the same gravestone she had visited many times before. As before, the still living weapon’s skull rested against the rock, her hair the only real padding. It never mattered. Positioning herself so that she was laying straight atop where the coffin would have been buried, her legs crossed at the ankles, her arms were stretched up, fingers laced loosely together above her head.
The girl’s eyes were open, duly focused on what was above her. This place always seemed to be the same, no matter when she came to the cemetery. A dense fog. Trees with odd hooks. Various graves could be caught just outside her main line of vision. And the sun was somewhat elusive. It’s rays didn’t completely reach the ground, blocked by the thick fog that surrounded the place. Dark and eerie, though it was still probably in the afternoon.
This is where Myrleia chose when she wanted some peace and quiet. Lately she had used Alex to escape from her sisters’ antics. Blaming it on training or some other nonsense. Sure, every now and then she did have to actually kind of train, she didn’t need to risk her only excuse to escape the Bithynia girls. But, overall she believed it more than balanced out in her favor. Sometimes though… she needed away from Alex too. He was very driven. Wanted to work hard, get things done, get better… it was so very tiring and very much reminded her of home.
Here she could often get away. The irksome darkness. Being surrounded by the dead. Odd atmosphere. Most of these things kept people away. It was a place for the dead and often a place of sadness. Perfect for her. Moving was… disliked, so that was close to sadness. And she would like to pretend her body was unmoving like the dead. So… Cemetery, Myrleia of Bithynia was here for shelter from the world.
That was the plan for the rest of the day, to not move. For as much as possible, she didn’t want to function. She wanted to be left alone.
Even so… her memories always remained with her. Being here at the cemetery, only memory of people rang clearly in her mind. She never really quite made sense of it. Two people had approached her. A ghostly figure, white hair and skin. Another pale skinned male, but with dark hair….
<<Rest in what way?>>
The dark haired one had asked her, in Greek.
Those words halted any thought. Houses, rooms, boxes… the town of her mind instantly vanished as she heard the ever so clear Greek. Back and forth, Mya was deciding. Move or not to move… She couldn’t really figure out why she should move, other than the fact that they might continue to stick around and speak to her. But moving could also be an invitation.
Exhaling through her nose, a sort of raspy sound came from her slightly tightening her throat. Mya had decided to move, and she wasn’t super happy about it. However… it was better than straining her neck every few moments. Movements slow and sure, she didn’t look unsteady, just sloth-like. Slow and calculated. Arms shifting from above her head, they came to either side of her, palms resting on the ground. Pushing upwards, she held her upper body up with her arms, while keeping her legs out and crossed. Turning her head towards the two, she got a better view of both of them.
Confirmation that there were two. Two that were very different in appearance. Now to answer the question that wasn’t so gone from her, since it was in Greek.
<<I like to be away from everything.>>
Mya spoke simply, in response to him asking rest in what way. Her gaze was focused on him, seeing as he had asked the question, but she didn’t completely let the white haired one escape her thoughts.
<<Silence is the best word you could use to describe it.>>
Her gaze shifted ever so slightly to the other boy. For a moment, she didn’t speak, just kept her eyes focused on his face.
<<You’re the one that broke that, didn’t you?”>>
Thankfully, no one was breaking her silence right now. Mya pushed the memory from her mind. Right now, she didn’t want to deal with what had been but merely with the now. Empty her mind, try not to travel through her mind’s village. Unfocus. Relax. And maybe stay hidden until nightfall.