30 Nov 2024, 03:31
Rose-Colored Boy.
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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ | DATE: 12/11/24 | ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 (𝐎𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨)
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In her defense, good decisions were never really... Necessary. Being watched by an adult almost 24/7, it wasn't really needed to make her own decisions. This, unfortunately, meant that every decisions she had made as of recent was absolutely terrible. Again, not her fault. It just so happened that she would occasionally lack critical thinking, and really, who could blame her? Certainly not the people her age, no matter how smart they seemed!
From a distance, the tree looked much smaller than it actually was - Or the size she assumed it was. Reaching branches, steady holds; It was all a perfect set-up for some optimal physical activity! Ever the rambunctious child, Sandy had learned early on that climbing trees was a very useful skill when running from her absurdly unathletic sibling, playing dangerous games with the other kids, or just to challenge herself out of sheer boredom. It was fun...
...When you had ample sight to see it.
With rough, calloused hands scratching the bark of the tree, fingers chilled to the bone as she fumbled around for proper hold through the foggy sight of her eyes, Sandy deeply thought about her decision making. As any logical being would, she had a very thought-provoking portion of insight on how she ended up in this situation. Said thought consisted of agony and high-pitched screams of terror with the occasional Funky Town playing through it, but all was the same in love and war. Did that fit? No. She had only heard that from her uncle Hector, and even then it was in some long-winded ramble about Greek Gods or whatever.
(Sandy didn't admit that she listened to said ramble about Greek Gods, nor that she very much enjoyed it. She also did not admit that she would occasionally ask her uncle Hector to talk about it further.)
Scrambling for another hold, Sandy outreached a hand. Fingertips just barely grazing the branch - Or what she assumed was a branch, she couldn't tell if it was a branch or a split tree end - she caught the slightest grasp before her foot slipped from the skinny ledge it had been planted on. She was too far up now to back down, a lightheaded feeling skimping her brain whenever she even threatened to look at the ground from where she was basically dangling.
A grunt, followed by a fake sob due to the creation of her own problems, the blonde hoisted herself up, wrapping one arm around the sturdy branch that she had reached just seconds ago while she fiddled for a footrest. The bark scraped against her sweater, small sharp edges digging into the fabric and poking her through it. Swinging her leg up, she placed her foot on a more steady branch, despite the awkward positioning.
"You're good. All good. No kissing the ground today." She whispered to herself, a faint giggle fumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. Internally, she noted to not talk to herself like a weirdo in public again, lest she end up in an interaction with that weird kid who looked like he could fit well in whatever fucked-up bloodline the royal family had.
Using her free time, ample and extensive, Sandy had finally managed to reach her desired point. Steady on a solid branch, one hand holding onto the base of the tree with the other resting on her thigh, she took in the scenery. Distantly, she was thankful for being farsighted, just so that she could see this moment. Hogwarts was a vast and scary place, but times like this made it worth it. So, so worth it. She missed her family, especially missed Danny, but this gave her just that twinge of hope. Maybe, if every day could be spent admiring the little things that took work, she could pose the same thing with making friends. It wasn't... Too difficult.
Imagining a record screeching, the girl then realized that she'd actually have to get down. By herself. Without being able to see. Again, didn't she make such good decisions?
Thus started the obnoxious trek back down, characterized by her almost eating bark about ten times, and potentially eating the ground with a bloody head about fifteen times. Her hands were scratched up by the time she neared the lowest branches, something scarlet smeared on her palms that she prayed wasn't blood, and she was positively exhausted. No attention was given to her surroundings, assuming that there were no humans in sight, nor anyone nearby.
Now sitting on the lowest branch, closest to the ground and a possibly danger to any adults that happened to walk too close, she made a decision. A smart one? No, but a decision that utilized her one year of gymnastics from when she was, like, 5. Leaning back, Sandy allowed herself to fall, hands firmly grasping the branches and ignoring how painful the feeling was when her hands moved against the bark. A perfectly executed fallback, though she didn't quite take note of the force her legs would express when she swung down, nor how badly her palms would hurt. Thankfully, nobody was around her, so it didn-
Her feet then made contact with something, and from her dangling perspective, she recognized it as another child.
Great.
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