Possible Fanfic
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drownedinlight As of yet untitled and inspired by Florence + the Machine
The birds began chirping outside, and she could feel against her eye lids the morning light coming up over the horizon. It was something she loved about summer and simultaneously hated about it—there was something about the morning light that invigorated her, but she, like any teenager did enjoy sleeping in. Although, today felt pretty good as she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. A glance at the clock told her it was just past five thirty. Bracing herself for the morning cool, she flipped back her blankets and sheets of her bed and trotted to the bathroom in her shorts and an airy camisole.
She stripped off her meager clothing when she turned on the tap, and as soon it was warm, she stepped under the shower’s spray of water. She was nearly finished washing off when she heard the bathroom door crack.
“Genesis, what are you doing up so early?” her mother asked.
“Just woke up,” Genesis replied. “And I felt like staying up.”
“Oh, okay, well, have a good day, sweetheart, I’m off for now.”
“Kay, Mom, you have a nice day too,” she replied, shaking her conditioned hair under the water to get all of the oil out. She heard the door close and turned the tap off, opening the shower curtain as soon as she did. She took a towel from the rack, running it over the surface of her skin once, before wrapping it around her chest and folding it under one arm. Steam exhaled from the bathroom, as she ducked back into her room, closing the door the door with her foot as she entered. She ran the towel over herself again, before she dressed in a clean camisole and a pair of underwear.
Genesis settled in on a mat on her floor, folding her legs into a butterfly shape to stretch out her thighs. She shifted forward onto her knees, placing her hands out before her stretching out her back, before she began shifting again through various poses before she stood, bracing one foot against a bar on her wall, and leaning down and toward her toe to stretch out her leg. After she had held the pose for some time, Genesis switched legs, stretching herself out until she could feel her muscles switch from a slight tingeing burn, to a warm relaxed mass.
“Gen, you awake?” her father asked from the door way.
“Yes, but I’m not descent,” she called before he could enter the room. She lowered her leg, and grabbed the bar with both hands, backing her feet up until she made a triangle with the floor.
“Okay, I just wanted to let you know I’m surprising Mom and taking her up to a cabin for the weekend, but that we should be back before your show on Sunday,” he said. “I’m going to the dojo, but there’re some pancakes and boiled eggs left on the counter, sweetie, get them while they’re still hot, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks Dad. Have a good day at work, and have fun with Mom.”
“I will, Babe, thanks.” Genesis pushed herself up and went to her closet to pull out a paisley, grey tunic to go over her light green tunic, and pulled a green wrap skirt around her waist. Tugging on a pair of boots, she grabbed her dance bag and her purse before she jogged downstairs to get some breakfast before she headed off to work.
But when she went to crack an egg, Gen felt off somehow.
“I forgot to meditate,” she muttered. A glance at the clock let her know that she still had an hour and a half before she needed to be at work. It was only a ten minute drive to the shop, so she still had time. She dropped her two bags and pushed open the sliding glass door to the deck.
Genesis shivered as her legs touched the deck, and she quickly pulled off her boots, to fold her feet up into a light x shape that left her legs in a light position. She rested her hands against her knees and closed her eyes, letting a light breeze settle over her. All thoughts about how she forgot to pull back her hair, and what she had to do today melted away, as she concentrated on breathing in the scent of the fur trees, and the aspens and the blooming dog woods, the flowers all around her, taking in the wind that raised the goose bumps on her skin and a deep firing feeling inside of herself.
This was her magic.
She breathed out and with her breathe came a tendril of magic reaching out.
“You are much too obvious.”
Genesis opened her eyes and saw a Bobcat sitting next to her licking its paw.
“I’ve been told that,” she said, reaching out to stroke his soft but dirt ponded fur. “Are you a natural Bobcat spirit, or have you just taken on this form for now?”
“Do you get visited by many non-native spirits?” he asked. “If you look closely, I’m sure you could tell the difference.”
“I’m sure I could, but am vastly untrained at these sorts of things.” Bobcat scoffed.
“You humans! You always need to be taught, and you can never learn anything from the wind and the earth and water like we learned things.”
“And that’s why we’re inferior to the animals,” Genesis told him. “Would you like some cow meat, or some milk?” Bobcat scoffed again.
“Your human food always takes weeks to get out of my body and off of my tongue, so thank you, but no thank you. If you were a proper human like the ones that lived here before the light skins came and killed them all, you would have offered me some deer.”
“I have smoked deer if you would like it,” she offered.
“Get it, or I won’t tell you what I came here to tell you.” Genesis blinked; until now she had not thought that the Bobcat would be here for any particular reason, but the Animals rarely came without purpose, so she supposed she should have expected it. She took some of her father’s deer jerky from the cupboard and brought it out to the Bobcat, who took it in his mouth, holding it down with his paws to bite off a piece. “Many thanks.”
“So, what is it you came to tell me?” she asked, retaking her seat on the wooden deck.
“I felt you from the fields,” he said. “Even with a little bit out, you reek of medicine.”
“Yes, I’ve been told that before,” she said. “Even by Cougar and Coyote once.” The Bobcat hissed.
“Don’t mention those two to me. In any case. It wasn’t that I felt you that I felt someone else. A man, I think, or someone not quite a man. His medicine is just like yours, and he has far too much of it for just himself, like you do. He comes near to you. I’ll leave you with that.” He gripped the rest of the deer meat between his teeth and trotted off into the woods which the yard bordered.
“A not-quite-man with medicine like mine,” she muttered, standing and reentering the house. A quick look at the cloak told her it was past time for her to leave. Genesis coraled three eggs into her purse, slipped on her boots again, grabbed her bags and slipped out the door, with a pancake in her mouth.
Piece WC: 1256
3/20/11: 2098
Project WC: 45280
Still Reading: Girl Power
The birds began chirping outside, and she could feel against her eye lids the morning light coming up over the horizon. It was something she loved about summer and simultaneously hated about it—there was something about the morning light that invigorated her, but she, like any teenager did enjoy sleeping in. Although, today felt pretty good as she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. A glance at the clock told her it was just past five thirty. Bracing herself for the morning cool, she flipped back her blankets and sheets of her bed and trotted to the bathroom in her shorts and an airy camisole.
She stripped off her meager clothing when she turned on the tap, and as soon it was warm, she stepped under the shower’s spray of water. She was nearly finished washing off when she heard the bathroom door crack.
“Genesis, what are you doing up so early?” her mother asked.
“Just woke up,” Genesis replied. “And I felt like staying up.”
“Oh, okay, well, have a good day, sweetheart, I’m off for now.”
“Kay, Mom, you have a nice day too,” she replied, shaking her conditioned hair under the water to get all of the oil out. She heard the door close and turned the tap off, opening the shower curtain as soon as she did. She took a towel from the rack, running it over the surface of her skin once, before wrapping it around her chest and folding it under one arm. Steam exhaled from the bathroom, as she ducked back into her room, closing the door the door with her foot as she entered. She ran the towel over herself again, before she dressed in a clean camisole and a pair of underwear.
Genesis settled in on a mat on her floor, folding her legs into a butterfly shape to stretch out her thighs. She shifted forward onto her knees, placing her hands out before her stretching out her back, before she began shifting again through various poses before she stood, bracing one foot against a bar on her wall, and leaning down and toward her toe to stretch out her leg. After she had held the pose for some time, Genesis switched legs, stretching herself out until she could feel her muscles switch from a slight tingeing burn, to a warm relaxed mass.
“Gen, you awake?” her father asked from the door way.
“Yes, but I’m not descent,” she called before he could enter the room. She lowered her leg, and grabbed the bar with both hands, backing her feet up until she made a triangle with the floor.
“Okay, I just wanted to let you know I’m surprising Mom and taking her up to a cabin for the weekend, but that we should be back before your show on Sunday,” he said. “I’m going to the dojo, but there’re some pancakes and boiled eggs left on the counter, sweetie, get them while they’re still hot, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks Dad. Have a good day at work, and have fun with Mom.”
“I will, Babe, thanks.” Genesis pushed herself up and went to her closet to pull out a paisley, grey tunic to go over her light green tunic, and pulled a green wrap skirt around her waist. Tugging on a pair of boots, she grabbed her dance bag and her purse before she jogged downstairs to get some breakfast before she headed off to work.
But when she went to crack an egg, Gen felt off somehow.
“I forgot to meditate,” she muttered. A glance at the clock let her know that she still had an hour and a half before she needed to be at work. It was only a ten minute drive to the shop, so she still had time. She dropped her two bags and pushed open the sliding glass door to the deck.
Genesis shivered as her legs touched the deck, and she quickly pulled off her boots, to fold her feet up into a light x shape that left her legs in a light position. She rested her hands against her knees and closed her eyes, letting a light breeze settle over her. All thoughts about how she forgot to pull back her hair, and what she had to do today melted away, as she concentrated on breathing in the scent of the fur trees, and the aspens and the blooming dog woods, the flowers all around her, taking in the wind that raised the goose bumps on her skin and a deep firing feeling inside of herself.
This was her magic.
She breathed out and with her breathe came a tendril of magic reaching out.
“You are much too obvious.”
Genesis opened her eyes and saw a Bobcat sitting next to her licking its paw.
“I’ve been told that,” she said, reaching out to stroke his soft but dirt ponded fur. “Are you a natural Bobcat spirit, or have you just taken on this form for now?”
“Do you get visited by many non-native spirits?” he asked. “If you look closely, I’m sure you could tell the difference.”
“I’m sure I could, but am vastly untrained at these sorts of things.” Bobcat scoffed.
“You humans! You always need to be taught, and you can never learn anything from the wind and the earth and water like we learned things.”
“And that’s why we’re inferior to the animals,” Genesis told him. “Would you like some cow meat, or some milk?” Bobcat scoffed again.
“Your human food always takes weeks to get out of my body and off of my tongue, so thank you, but no thank you. If you were a proper human like the ones that lived here before the light skins came and killed them all, you would have offered me some deer.”
“I have smoked deer if you would like it,” she offered.
“Get it, or I won’t tell you what I came here to tell you.” Genesis blinked; until now she had not thought that the Bobcat would be here for any particular reason, but the Animals rarely came without purpose, so she supposed she should have expected it. She took some of her father’s deer jerky from the cupboard and brought it out to the Bobcat, who took it in his mouth, holding it down with his paws to bite off a piece. “Many thanks.”
“So, what is it you came to tell me?” she asked, retaking her seat on the wooden deck.
“I felt you from the fields,” he said. “Even with a little bit out, you reek of medicine.”
“Yes, I’ve been told that before,” she said. “Even by Cougar and Coyote once.” The Bobcat hissed.
“Don’t mention those two to me. In any case. It wasn’t that I felt you that I felt someone else. A man, I think, or someone not quite a man. His medicine is just like yours, and he has far too much of it for just himself, like you do. He comes near to you. I’ll leave you with that.” He gripped the rest of the deer meat between his teeth and trotted off into the woods which the yard bordered.
“A not-quite-man with medicine like mine,” she muttered, standing and reentering the house. A quick look at the cloak told her it was past time for her to leave. Genesis coraled three eggs into her purse, slipped on her boots again, grabbed her bags and slipped out the door, with a pancake in her mouth.
Piece WC: 1256
3/20/11: 2098
Project WC: 45280
Still Reading: Girl Power
