Heads up 7 up.
Tagged by @writingamongther0ses. Originally a last line casually turned into a heads up 7 up, and unrepentantly so. I was meddling with my usual paragraph, but then I meddled just a little too much, and wanted to bound around with the piece that came of it a little bit. First paragraph is five, I think. No idea for the second, but it’s probably more than two. Pretend that I can count and merrily obey rules, please. Thank you for the tag, human, and the excuse to mess with this! I had a lot of fun with it, and if anyone reads it fully, you get a virtual cookie and the most genuine, cheeriest grin that I can muster for doing it, okay? POV is both past and present with no guarantee of coherency due to an unfortunate combination of factors. Reflection in the head and whatnot going on, though.
He remembers the shrug that he’d received from her in turn, and the sound of low noncommittal that had bubbled from Secoget’s throat. For all of the subtle anxiety or absent uncertainty that Teddy knew he should have heard, should have been able to see in her person, he couldn’t detect a single thing that betrayed her words. Instead, she’d appeared to operate with an unarguably abject confidence, one that could only stem from past observations, the way her past experiences with such things had occurred, and the little pieces that, for her, had already started to gradually meld and begin it’s formation into a much larger image. It was, at heart, the self-assurance and certainty of one that’d already been privy to such things many times before - and had found something similar in this situation that failed to sway her in her thoughts. And it was such a genuine and true belief that it almost seemed to exude from her person, in turn - present in everything from the simple tone of her voice, to an undertone of contentment in an else-wise sharp, too fixed stare that she had pierced his very soul with, and could be felt in the light, easy nature of both her body language and very soul, as she absently continued to follow in the ever concerning footsteps of his brother Drew and of Kolisnyk, palms placed flat, unworried, to the wood at her sides, and legs never once ceasing with their easy swing from her precarious perch on top of his balcony railing throughout their conversation.
Back then, it had almost been contagious. That feeling. The way it’d steadily seeped out in a subtle, creeping aura that threatened to shape his personal perspective, too. He’d begun to feel his own feelings, reminiscent, though minute and near insignificant in comparison to those that bloomed within her, beginning to take shape, even when still moderately distracted by the rather perplexing issue of how Secoget had come to inhabit his railing at all - with not even a singular pair of functional wings, the ability to fly, or memory of her wandering through his dorm able to be dragged forwards through the recesses of his memory to answer such questionings. It still stands out, actually. Yet, even later that evening, long after Lily’s attention had withered, faded and caused an absence that was as abrupt as her presence had been, and during many minutes of contemplation amongst the biting winds and the ever growing, inky reaches of the night, he had still been able to feel it, and the peculiar feeling of something that had reluctantly unfurled just ever slightly more. And it’s only now, after several weeks, that Teddy thinks he’s finally, truly able to say that he understands. That he can see, comprehend, the little pieces of a broader image that she had perceived long before he could have ever hoped to, and where her faith had, and still continues to lay, in him, as the familiarly ugly, piercing, static-like anxiety churns, twists, and starts to slow, and settles within his chest for the first time in several months, and he finds himself able to breathe just a little bit more at long last.
From Pulse. My little, sweet baby Teddy is finally starting to get something solid up in that noggin’ of his, and it’s all courtesy of Lily Secoget. Lily has proven to be a rather questionable and perplexing character that really forces me to think, so far, but I can’t bring myself to hate them, either. For some reason, it’s this little chaos gremlin that always seems to bring out a more open, positive edge to the core cast. Often more than I would give any of them, if I’d not seen Lily slithering through with a keen-eyed, determined intent to snatch the narrative and do so for the better. Particularly to Teddy. I’ve not seen many interactions between the two of them, so far, but I’m utterly in love with the influence that they have on each other when they do interact, and how it ripples throughout the storyline.
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