Post by Shinigami on Mar 25, 2008 22:16:11 GMT -5
[ooc: *coughs* Tuuli sprouted a muse. Darrien might want to be slightly cautious in the future. This is in response to the fanfic "Changes for the Future."]
“Tuuli, dearest! There’s a letter for you on the table!” The Selkie Lakes skunk perked up at her mother’s voice as she came through the door into the kitchen. She practically pranced up to the table, blushing at her mother’s knowing smile when she gasped delightedly at the name on the envelope.
Darrien! Darrien had sent her a letter from the Capital, just as he’d promised to! It had been quite some time, but she knew that it would undoubtedly take him time to get himself settled and working on his father’s business there. He was so diligent; it was one of the things she’d always admired about him.
She gathered the letter up with a giggle and almost flew up to her room, carefully opening it and taking her time to lay it out, not reading it just yet. It looked like it was rather short, but he’d always been careful with his words, and finally she settled herself avidly to read what he’d written to her, the letter that said...that...that...
Tuuli stared at the letter with wide blue eyes, sitting up on her bed, her forelegs locked as she started to tremble.
No...
He was breaking off the engagement?
How...how could he do that? How could he do that to her?!
“Darrien...you...” Tears started to well up, but she couldn’t look away from the paper, hoping against hope that maybe, possibly, if she stared at it long enough then the words would warp and change into what she wanted them to be, what they should be.
Nothing had warned her of this. There had been no ill-omens leading up to this, just walking into the kitchen with fresh flowers and a letter from her betrothed – not her betrothed any more, a spiteful voice whispered – and then reading it and finding out that he was breaking the engagement!
“No!”
Her shriek carried throughout the house, and she sped down the stairs, past her mother who jerked back in surprise and shock, and out the door. The skunk only barely managed to keep from stumbling on the threshold, and some part of her bitterly commented that the bad luck collected from that wouldn’t do anything to add to what had already happened to her.
It didn’t take her long to reach the edge of the nearby lake, and she promptly sat herself beneath a weeping willow tree and began to...well, weep. Only it wasn’t nearly as graceful or elegant as that, because she was sobbing harshly and practically wailing, because her beloved had broken off the engagement with only a letter. All because he wanted to follow his heart.
...his heart. Tuuli stared down at her right forepaw with red-rimmed eyes, glaring down at the little acorn she’d carefully picked from amongst all of those that she’d gathered, the one that would be perfect for her Darrien – not her Darrien any more! – to carry around as a good luck charm. If he was following his heart, then that meant...it wasn’t hers. It had never been hers. He’d just lied to her, then, just played with her, when she’d love him so much and for so long!
Now he was probably with some horrible...some horrible woman, and she couldn’t come up with a better term, because she’d been raised better than to use bad words about anyone, even those that deserved them.
She prepared to throw the acorn as far as she could into the lake, and damn anyone who might have thought that that was bad luck, because who cared about some stupid acorn for a man who’d broken her heart! He didn’t deserve good luck if he was going to do that to her!
...he didn’t deserve good luck. Slowly she calmed down, until she was staring at the acorn again. Acorns in general were supposed to bring good luck, but...well, she wasn’t supposed to have heard about things like this, but she’d heard them anyway. There were things that people could do to items to make them attract bad luck, even when they looked like they should be normal enough.
Was there some way to...to curse an acorn like this? Some way to make it so that she could send it to that terrible man, so that he’d attract all the bad luck in the world?
There was only one way to find out. And Darrien, dear, sweet Darrien, would discover that you don’t lightly break Tuuli’s heart.
“Tuuli, dearest! There’s a letter for you on the table!” The Selkie Lakes skunk perked up at her mother’s voice as she came through the door into the kitchen. She practically pranced up to the table, blushing at her mother’s knowing smile when she gasped delightedly at the name on the envelope.
Darrien! Darrien had sent her a letter from the Capital, just as he’d promised to! It had been quite some time, but she knew that it would undoubtedly take him time to get himself settled and working on his father’s business there. He was so diligent; it was one of the things she’d always admired about him.
She gathered the letter up with a giggle and almost flew up to her room, carefully opening it and taking her time to lay it out, not reading it just yet. It looked like it was rather short, but he’d always been careful with his words, and finally she settled herself avidly to read what he’d written to her, the letter that said...that...that...
Tuuli stared at the letter with wide blue eyes, sitting up on her bed, her forelegs locked as she started to tremble.
No...
He was breaking off the engagement?
How...how could he do that? How could he do that to her?!
“Darrien...you...” Tears started to well up, but she couldn’t look away from the paper, hoping against hope that maybe, possibly, if she stared at it long enough then the words would warp and change into what she wanted them to be, what they should be.
Nothing had warned her of this. There had been no ill-omens leading up to this, just walking into the kitchen with fresh flowers and a letter from her betrothed – not her betrothed any more, a spiteful voice whispered – and then reading it and finding out that he was breaking the engagement!
“No!”
Her shriek carried throughout the house, and she sped down the stairs, past her mother who jerked back in surprise and shock, and out the door. The skunk only barely managed to keep from stumbling on the threshold, and some part of her bitterly commented that the bad luck collected from that wouldn’t do anything to add to what had already happened to her.
It didn’t take her long to reach the edge of the nearby lake, and she promptly sat herself beneath a weeping willow tree and began to...well, weep. Only it wasn’t nearly as graceful or elegant as that, because she was sobbing harshly and practically wailing, because her beloved had broken off the engagement with only a letter. All because he wanted to follow his heart.
...his heart. Tuuli stared down at her right forepaw with red-rimmed eyes, glaring down at the little acorn she’d carefully picked from amongst all of those that she’d gathered, the one that would be perfect for her Darrien – not her Darrien any more! – to carry around as a good luck charm. If he was following his heart, then that meant...it wasn’t hers. It had never been hers. He’d just lied to her, then, just played with her, when she’d love him so much and for so long!
Now he was probably with some horrible...some horrible woman, and she couldn’t come up with a better term, because she’d been raised better than to use bad words about anyone, even those that deserved them.
She prepared to throw the acorn as far as she could into the lake, and damn anyone who might have thought that that was bad luck, because who cared about some stupid acorn for a man who’d broken her heart! He didn’t deserve good luck if he was going to do that to her!
...he didn’t deserve good luck. Slowly she calmed down, until she was staring at the acorn again. Acorns in general were supposed to bring good luck, but...well, she wasn’t supposed to have heard about things like this, but she’d heard them anyway. There were things that people could do to items to make them attract bad luck, even when they looked like they should be normal enough.
Was there some way to...to curse an acorn like this? Some way to make it so that she could send it to that terrible man, so that he’d attract all the bad luck in the world?
There was only one way to find out. And Darrien, dear, sweet Darrien, would discover that you don’t lightly break Tuuli’s heart.
.O....Mnem...I think we have a slight problem... *goes and hides in a dark closet*
