[ river ducks her head, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. hope. ]
I have - there are ... pieces. Missing. And some days, I think I have them. Some days, I know -
[ that she doesn't. that they were sliced away and they're not coming back, not ever. river can't be fixed. she can only be managed. ]
But I know I'm me. I know I have fingers and toes and they're mine, even when I don't know they're there. Still River.
[ she looks up then, a bit sheepish. hope is a foreign concept, but river exists in the spaces where concepts and reality blur into colours only she can see. lydia is red, and she burns like the sun. concepts in reality. ]
Even when you forget you hold the match. You're 'Lydia first.'
video » locked » only because you're helping make it that beautiful.
[ when they're being used for things that aren't what she wants to do, when she loses control over them because there's broken things ( uneven equations, improper formulas, cut off electric wires ) that make them impossible to completely control until they're fixed.
lydia's can be fixed, she knows this. knows that the pieces are there she just has to rearrange them back where they should be. the pieces are red and yellow and orange and make up a puzzle that is a sun. ( that is the poetic way to say it, reality is— not nearly as pretty. ) ]
I'm Lydia Martin. And I'm still me. No matter what happens. He can't take that away from me.
[ reality so rarely ever is, and river grins because she isn't, because reality is only just a concept to her now. she lives in a realm where poems and paintings can be touched and felt and dreamt just as any other. it's where she will find 'Lydia first.' ]
No matter what happens. You hold the match.
video » locked » we make the most beautiful threads. c:
[ it's then that lydia just smiles a true smile, one that she's not entirely sure she's smiled in a long time. because river's right. she holds the match. and that's all that really matters. ]
I'll come tell you when I toss the match. [ a beat. ] Thank you.
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video » locked » and it is beautiful
I have - there are ... pieces. Missing. And some days, I think I have them. Some days, I know -
[ that she doesn't. that they were sliced away and they're not coming back, not ever. river can't be fixed. she can only be managed. ]
But I know I'm me. I know I have fingers and toes and they're mine, even when I don't know they're there. Still River.
[ she looks up then, a bit sheepish. hope is a foreign concept, but river exists in the spaces where concepts and reality blur into colours only she can see. lydia is red, and she burns like the sun. concepts in reality. ]
Even when you forget you hold the match. You're 'Lydia first.'
video » locked » only because you're helping make it that beautiful.
[ when they're being used for things that aren't what she wants to do, when she loses control over them because there's broken things ( uneven equations, improper formulas, cut off electric wires ) that make them impossible to completely control until they're fixed.
lydia's can be fixed, she knows this. knows that the pieces are there she just has to rearrange them back where they should be. the pieces are red and yellow and orange and make up a puzzle that is a sun. ( that is the poetic way to say it, reality is— not nearly as pretty. ) ]
I'm Lydia Martin. And I'm still me. No matter what happens. He can't take that away from me.
video » locked » with our powers combined, ally.
No matter what happens. You hold the match.
video » locked » we make the most beautiful threads. c:
I'll come tell you when I toss the match. [ a beat. ] Thank you.
video » locked » i heartily concur. C:
I'll be waiting.