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Posted: Mar 25 2015, 02:20 PM
Olivia Lee Nightspurre
Always a Larkspur, No Rest for the Heart
hard-headed— whiny — judgmental — manipulative — keen
First time she shay cut flowers she screamed blood murderr
The sun felt different in way now that it was hitting Olivia’s shoulders instead of her petals. Instead of wrapping her in a blanket of warmth that would seep into her petals all the way down to her roots it’s more of a… topical sensation she supposed. It warmed her skin rather than fueled it. Part of her still wished had she still had her petals instead of this human skin something about it never felt right, walking around like that white headed weed that came into the garden those many years ago. But she could see the appeal of legs instead of roots.
Leaving the garden was a hard decision to make, one that she did not – thankfully, have to make alone. There was no point in scaring the younger petals about her own fears when they all left the garden..Olivia realized that she had once mistook the shake in her human legs as nervousness. When she ventured out into the big bright world. One look on the other side of the looking glass had changed her mind instantly.
She was one of the firsts to go through of course. And damned proud of being a pioneer for Wonderland. When Wonderland grew dimmer after the days of Alice, London seemed to grow brighter, more vivid and somehow, more real to Olivia than where she had grown up. Days in London turned into weeks and those turned weeks into months of time that she would spend on the other side, exploring the city as it built higher up around her.
She spent a lot of her time in and out of bookstores, of all things.Something about human stories of fantasy lands excited her as she hoped to find portals to these other places too. Olivia brought stories back to Wonderland from the other world that amazed and frightened others she told. The horror of three bears and a golden headed girl, the girl that worked in the cinders of a fire until she became a princess. She told all the stories, stories that no one had ever heard before and that was wonderful.
“You can not keep me here!” was shouted over and over. Olivia had kicked and screamed when they had told her. They had called her petulant, a child- a little sapling still in wait of its first bloom. Naïve, saying that she was nothing but a silly flower – she would show them who was naïve. She didn’t come to fight, she came to say goodbye and tell them about her move, permanently, to London- but she left with one less sister in her life.
Olivia throat burned from shouting for so long while she immediately ran toward the portal. Belongings in hand - she did not have to take this. She was a person , she was important. Olivia knew her way by heart back to the portal in the capital, and once she got there she was ready to say her goodbyes to Wonderland.
When she got to the portal and noticed the crowd, it was a usual thing. People waiting for other’s to return or for their chance to jump through. But something felt wrong this time. There was an agitated murmur that went on in the crowd, a kind of nervousness washes over them all as she elbows her way through to the front of the crowd in order to catch a glimpse of the place where the portal used to be..
“All of them, all the portals have been closed” someone wails from the depths of the crowd. The murmurs grow louder as she looks to the portal- already being erased like a smudge to a drawing. It doesn’t reflect London any longer, nor does it pull Olivia towards it. The portal was gone. As the crowd groans together in disappointment and confusion - Olivia’s heart sinks in her chest while tears prick her eyes. How could this happen? The sun peeked out from the clouds and spread a tiny bit of warmth against her cheeks and that was when she notices that her cheeks are wet. For the second time that day tears pricked her eyes as she walked away from the crowd, away from the portal. Away from the life she could never have again.
The portals have been closed for so long Olivia’s aging had slowed down, but nothing changed her back into a flower. She became harder from her time alone from London. More cynical in the absence of London from her life. Maybe her sister was right, maybe she had once been naive in thinking that she could have lived in the city full time and that it was only a phase that she wanted to be there forever. But that was then…and now she just wanted out full stop.
It felt like someone dropped a hot coal in the pit of Olivia’s stomach. It burned white hot when she thought about how she could never go back to London. The ‘visit’ she had with her sister was more than that, it was the biggest fight Olivia had ever gotten into with anyone one.. Being betrayed by her own sister, being told she shouldn’t live in London, shouldn’t make a life there… because she was always going to mean nothing to them... that was worse thing imaginable.
Ever since the portals closed Olivia had been keeping busy searching for something that could take her back to London. She knows that there was something out there that she could use to get out of Wonderland, and loophole in the outlawing of the portals. And she could not care less who or what got her back to London. No matter what the price.
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Posted: Mar 27 2015, 12:52 AM
welcome to the site! larkspurrrrrrrrrrr. i love olivia so much.