[ soul campaign ] Growing Up
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cemetery_things+ Title: Feelings
+ Characters: Rhode Kamelot, Allen Walker (for like, all of one second.)
+ Rating: T
+ Word Count: 561
+ Author's Notes: A fic based in the roleplay![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
soul_campaign, a game based on the series Soul Eater. If you're interested, feel free to stop by and look at the various communities.
It's been a year and a half, a little more, since she first set foot in this city. It's frigid, cold enough to threaten snow, and the February winds are tearing at the walls of buildings with ferocious strength. Rhode is wearing a pair of flannel-lined jeans and several layers of sweaters, sensibility overcoming aesthetics; her first winter without any Noah abilities taught her that she is quite susceptible to the chill, and the colds and fevers that follow.
There's something in the air today. Perhaps it's the approach of Valentine's Day, or the weather. She passes more than a few couples, walking hand in hand, a few being more than slightly affectionate. At the mall, she pauses, watching two lovers tenderly kissing on the opposite side of the floor. It's an odd, compelling curiosity; she's seen it all before, and perhaps a bit worse in her lifetime, but she has never quite considered what it would be like to have the kind of feelings these couples seem to have-- Or, if her feelings for Allen were that kind of affection, what it would be like if he shared them.
Rhode has had quite a bit of time to think about things, since they arrived. Alone in her mind, she has little to distract her from the fact that she has grown taller, more feminine, less hopeful. She is also quite aware of her isolation. Even with the members of her Family who are here, and her few friends, she has no delusions about the difference between them and her. They have found people, one by one, who they can share their beds with, kiss in the corners of a mall.
Rhode sits in staircases, unnoticed, watching it all in silence.
Being approached, she has noticed, is something the other girls her age have come to expect. Boys will come and flirt, talk to them, preen like peacocks, all in an effort to earn their attention. Rhode has yet to have this kind of thing happen, and sometimes, after direct snubs, or even sideways insults, she goes home and stares at herself in the bathroom mirror. No, she knows she isn't ugly. She is cute, as she has always chosen to be-- But now she is cute with longer legs, a petite chest, all the things that make older girls girls.
She started letting her hair grow, finally, several months prior; it looked out of place, too boyish, and now it is just long enough that it won't stand up and constantly gets in her way. Even so, she does look more feminine with it brushing at her shoulders, bangs getting into her eyes.
Perhaps, with a little practice, she can figure out how to be this world's version of beautiful.
Apparently she is not there yet.
Paying for her things, she walks past the kissing couple again on her way out, ignoring them entirely this time. Just as she steps out into the cold, she realizes the stranger holding the door is not a stranger at all.
"Allen."
She says his name, mostly in greeting, partially in surprise. Perhaps he says her name, or greets her. She doesn't really hear, though. For some reason, she practically runs off, not stopping until she is back in their apartment. Too cold to linger, she tells herself, cheeks red with cold and embarrassment.
+ Characters: Rhode Kamelot, Allen Walker (for like, all of one second.)
+ Rating: T
+ Word Count: 561
+ Author's Notes: A fic based in the roleplay
soul_campaign, a game based on the series Soul Eater. If you're interested, feel free to stop by and look at the various communities.It's been a year and a half, a little more, since she first set foot in this city. It's frigid, cold enough to threaten snow, and the February winds are tearing at the walls of buildings with ferocious strength. Rhode is wearing a pair of flannel-lined jeans and several layers of sweaters, sensibility overcoming aesthetics; her first winter without any Noah abilities taught her that she is quite susceptible to the chill, and the colds and fevers that follow.
There's something in the air today. Perhaps it's the approach of Valentine's Day, or the weather. She passes more than a few couples, walking hand in hand, a few being more than slightly affectionate. At the mall, she pauses, watching two lovers tenderly kissing on the opposite side of the floor. It's an odd, compelling curiosity; she's seen it all before, and perhaps a bit worse in her lifetime, but she has never quite considered what it would be like to have the kind of feelings these couples seem to have-- Or, if her feelings for Allen were that kind of affection, what it would be like if he shared them.
Rhode has had quite a bit of time to think about things, since they arrived. Alone in her mind, she has little to distract her from the fact that she has grown taller, more feminine, less hopeful. She is also quite aware of her isolation. Even with the members of her Family who are here, and her few friends, she has no delusions about the difference between them and her. They have found people, one by one, who they can share their beds with, kiss in the corners of a mall.
Rhode sits in staircases, unnoticed, watching it all in silence.
Being approached, she has noticed, is something the other girls her age have come to expect. Boys will come and flirt, talk to them, preen like peacocks, all in an effort to earn their attention. Rhode has yet to have this kind of thing happen, and sometimes, after direct snubs, or even sideways insults, she goes home and stares at herself in the bathroom mirror. No, she knows she isn't ugly. She is cute, as she has always chosen to be-- But now she is cute with longer legs, a petite chest, all the things that make older girls girls.
She started letting her hair grow, finally, several months prior; it looked out of place, too boyish, and now it is just long enough that it won't stand up and constantly gets in her way. Even so, she does look more feminine with it brushing at her shoulders, bangs getting into her eyes.
Perhaps, with a little practice, she can figure out how to be this world's version of beautiful.
Apparently she is not there yet.
Paying for her things, she walks past the kissing couple again on her way out, ignoring them entirely this time. Just as she steps out into the cold, she realizes the stranger holding the door is not a stranger at all.
"Allen."
She says his name, mostly in greeting, partially in surprise. Perhaps he says her name, or greets her. She doesn't really hear, though. For some reason, she practically runs off, not stopping until she is back in their apartment. Too cold to linger, she tells herself, cheeks red with cold and embarrassment.
