May It Be

[Blake Riina Kildal]

It was a comparatively nice day out and she had taken to sitting out in the gardens, by the labyrinth that someone had created. It was a meditative area and relatively out of the way. Here the flowers were taller and not as well tended, except for by a few students. The area was cleared seeing as most of the students were inside, away from the chilling air, but the tiny girl relished being outside and would stay out until the last possible moment before darting in and staying to herself.

The tiny Hawaiian girl looked up at the sky, watching a few clouds drift around lazily and snuggled further back into the trunk of the tree she was leaning against, wedging herself between the roots and becoming invisible until you were practically on top of her. Or actually trying to find her. It had become a new hidey hole and she was content to keep it that way, hiding from everyone when she needed a moment. A few certain ones knew of the majority of her hidey holes but this one she was determined to keep a secret for as long as possible.

A light sigh passed over her lips before she smiled up at the sun, humming at first under her breath but soon quietly singing a prayer that she had learned back in Hawaii in her native tongue. The notes arrived smoothly and clearly, showing that talent did not only lie in her fingers, but also her voice. It was a soothing sound to her and she was content to sing by herself. She hadn’t sung for anyone in a long, long time.

Blake paused momentarily and unwound a long strip of cloth from her arm, adjusting it to hide the bruises on her arms from all the incessant playing she’d done. The cloth covered from elbow to the tips of her fingers, showing that she hadn’t just been playing piano, but also harp and violin, drums and flute as well. She was still skinny but not as dangerously as she had been, proving that she was bouncing back and forth between her suicidal urgings and being relatively normal.

The thoughts never really crossed her that she was normal or that it would be bad for her to die, there were days when she just didn’t care and couldn’t stand her emotions anymore so she regressed to the mindset of a small child. However, this was not one of those times.

The girl was calm and relatively happy to be outside as well as to meet a few new people. Deep inside, she felt these new acquaintances wouldn’t last long being around her, they would move on to other people, more normal ones or prettier ones or smarter ones…just better people than she was. At the moment though, she was content with life and what it had to offer.

[avery]

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It was beautiful, that was the only thing Avery could find to say. The coldness of the day had settled-not that she could feel it-and it was turning into a rather pleasant time for her. It felt nice to get out of hte room for once, to be able to take a walk and merely enjoy herself. Such had been hard lately, it had been so wild up till recently. With all the crazy men around, she was getting a headache. From Arthur and her father to Drake and James to Will, she was ready to break something. Except when it came to Will. She wanted to break his neck.

She didn't break his neck though. Instead she shot him, in the leg. That had been so interesting, and a memory she wouldn't soon lose. How lucky had she been that day, fuming with anger when she knocked in to the dirty blonde haired child, when she saw the gun tucked under his shirt and fear in those wide eyes. It was hte perfect chance. It was clear the boy wasn't about to go out and cap someone - Avery wasn't even sure why the damn kid had it in the first place - so she took it for herself. Made damn good use out of it too. She got away with out even an Isolation as well. Damn, she was getting way to use to this place.

What a disgusting thought. Avery didn't want to be use to Ridgestone, she wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. The beautiful aura of this place on this day didn't mask the true disgusting coat underneath. It didn't change the fact that she was here for protecting her brother, didn't hide the fact that every day were someone getting hurt by another person and it certainly didn't hid the fact that each day her stomach grew. She winched at the thought, hands already resting on her stomach. It had grown cold out, she was so lucky. Able to wear a large sweater - her father's - and keep the image of the slim boy ( since no one ever seemed wise enough to notice, besides those close to her ) that she had since she entered.

All these thoughts went away when she saw Blake though. Avery had been walking among the flowers for quite a bit, not watching where she was going, and practically stepped on the girl. Avery was so startled, but also so pleased. There Blake was, laying there with the shine of beauty that Avvy adored so much. The farm born teen always thought Blake was beautiful, and in her eyes so innocent. Of course Avery knew Blake was not physically pure, where was something about her that make Avvy wants to just hold her tight, to protect her from the disgusting darkness of the world around them. Kneeling beside the spot, Avery let her forearm press against the tree, leaning in to her a bit with a soft grin. "Afternoon there darlin'~"

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[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake stirred lethargically and stared up at Avery before letting a small smile creep over her lips, wriggling just a little in her spot so Avery could sit if she wanted to. The small girl had foregone her normal hoodie and instead just wore a long sleeved shirt that covered her hands. It was hard for her to find clothes that actually fit her and she didn’t own any winter clothing. Her parents hadn’t cared enough to bother with it, so she’d learned to ignore the cold for the most part. Fire had been her friend when she’d been out on her own.

Brilliant eyes blinked away any thoughts she’d had, returning the greeting with a soft one of her own in her native tongue, the Hawaiian slipping from her lips easily. “Aloha Auina La, Avery,” she said, crossing her arms over her stomach so she was laying flat on the ground, looking almost as if she’d been napping.

Which, for her, wasn’t a rare occasion. Who could count the number of times she’d been found napping in the oddest places? Fridge, couch, bookshelf, on top of the dryer, cabinets, chairs, pretty much any place that she could find that was warm. It was a pleasant feeling for her and she quite enjoyed resting seeing as it kept her out of trouble when she wasn’t playing the piano or fiddling with her music.

However, with all things considered, Blake made an exception for Avery. Avery sought out Blake often enough when she was in a foul mood and Blake liked Avery well enough to not mind the intrusions. Also, she knew about the growing baby but made no acknowledgement of it unless Avery did. To Blake, Avery was pretty and perfect even though she insisted on looking like a boy, but that really didn’t bother Blake too much. The tiny Hawaiian teen chewed her lower lip as she shifted her gaze to look up in the branches of the tree she was laying under, hoping that Avery hadn’t heard the singing. That would be too awkward of a question for her.

Blue eyes were drawn back to the farm teen as she raised a lazy hand to brush the long strands of hair out of her eyes. It needed to be trimmed again, it was already almost waist length and for Blake that was too long, seeing as she was used to it being about mid-back. Her hand continued to brush the hair back before falling back to the grass, fingers idly tracing over the blades, memorizing and enjoying the different feel.

Blake was very tactile when she was curious, a child-like innocence crossed her features and she wasn’t shy about anything. She liked to touch, explore, and experience things when she was curious about them and the nature in Alaska was different than Hawaii and she was content to explore it and learn about everything here, just like she was curious about different musics and sometimes people. She couldn’t explain it but sometimes she just liked playing with people’s hair.

Smiling faintly up at Avery, the tiny girl tilted her head a bit, almost as if to enquire what she was doing out here when everyone else was inside.