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concoursec2012-01-04 09:26 pm
platinumheritance) wrote in concoursec2012-01-04 09:26 pm
she's not so strong
Character(s): Rita Coulia and Nepeta Leijon
Location: Their Dorm Room
Rating: PG-13?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Rita and Nepeta discuss their gifts
Rita had a poor night sleeping. She had nightmares, tossing and turning until she woke up very early in the morning. It was a good thing that Alduin was sleeping underneath a pile of all the cats Nepeta had. They were understandably fuzzier than she was, but Rita thought to herself that she might have been able to sleep better if she had him with her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes a few times before letting out a long yawn.
The gentle light seeping into the room from the window let her know it was morning, and that at least she had gotten some amount of sleep. Despite being terrible sleep. She watched the sleeping pile of animals for a few minutes just out her door in the common area for a few minutes.
She made another glance around the room, and finally noticed the small envelope on her nightstand. It was yellowed significantly and looked very old. She snatched it up before jumping out of bed, and going into the common area to see if anyone was in their room. No one. No one except for Nepeta in her own side as well. The door was still locked. No one outside. She looked down at the envelope again. "Rita" was written in ink on the front of it.
The envelope was opened up as Rita returned to sit on the edge of her bed. Inside the envelope was a letter, old and yellowed just like the envelope, and a photograph. There was a slightly older man with a young woman, and in her arms was a small child bundled up in a blanket. She set it aside and began to read the letter.
It didn't take her much reading to realize what this was: a letter from her parents. A photograph of them, when she was much younger. The letter was an apology more than anything else. An apology for leaving her, an apology for what happened in their absence, an apology for their deaths, an apology for they chose to do in life, for everything. But they were also happy for her, that she'd grown up to be strong, resolute, and a bit vicious, just like her mother. She was also wise beyond the rights of her age, with a penchant for reading and learning absolutely everything, just like her father. They were proud that she had such a great purpose in life, though they didn't go into detail over what that might be.
Tears dripped from her eyes as she read the letter, but she was careful not to get it wet. She held it back as much as she could, until she picked up the photograph again once she was done with the letter. She couldn't hold it back, then, and broke into quiet sobs. Memories of how it had been so many years ago came rushing back to her, and she cried. She cried for herself, and for her parents.
An hour passed before she felt composed again. Before her tears and the sobs that wracked her body stopped. She made herself seem as presentable as possible, wiping her tears away and blowing her nose, checking to make sure her eyes weren't too red. Once she was confident she didn't look a mess, Rita made her way into Nepeta's room, and gently shook her. She needed to know where that letter came from.
"Nepeta," she said, with a shake. "Nepeta, wake up."
Location: Their Dorm Room
Rating: PG-13?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Rita and Nepeta discuss their gifts
Rita had a poor night sleeping. She had nightmares, tossing and turning until she woke up very early in the morning. It was a good thing that Alduin was sleeping underneath a pile of all the cats Nepeta had. They were understandably fuzzier than she was, but Rita thought to herself that she might have been able to sleep better if she had him with her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes a few times before letting out a long yawn.
The gentle light seeping into the room from the window let her know it was morning, and that at least she had gotten some amount of sleep. Despite being terrible sleep. She watched the sleeping pile of animals for a few minutes just out her door in the common area for a few minutes.
She made another glance around the room, and finally noticed the small envelope on her nightstand. It was yellowed significantly and looked very old. She snatched it up before jumping out of bed, and going into the common area to see if anyone was in their room. No one. No one except for Nepeta in her own side as well. The door was still locked. No one outside. She looked down at the envelope again. "Rita" was written in ink on the front of it.
The envelope was opened up as Rita returned to sit on the edge of her bed. Inside the envelope was a letter, old and yellowed just like the envelope, and a photograph. There was a slightly older man with a young woman, and in her arms was a small child bundled up in a blanket. She set it aside and began to read the letter.
It didn't take her much reading to realize what this was: a letter from her parents. A photograph of them, when she was much younger. The letter was an apology more than anything else. An apology for leaving her, an apology for what happened in their absence, an apology for their deaths, an apology for they chose to do in life, for everything. But they were also happy for her, that she'd grown up to be strong, resolute, and a bit vicious, just like her mother. She was also wise beyond the rights of her age, with a penchant for reading and learning absolutely everything, just like her father. They were proud that she had such a great purpose in life, though they didn't go into detail over what that might be.
Tears dripped from her eyes as she read the letter, but she was careful not to get it wet. She held it back as much as she could, until she picked up the photograph again once she was done with the letter. She couldn't hold it back, then, and broke into quiet sobs. Memories of how it had been so many years ago came rushing back to her, and she cried. She cried for herself, and for her parents.
An hour passed before she felt composed again. Before her tears and the sobs that wracked her body stopped. She made herself seem as presentable as possible, wiping her tears away and blowing her nose, checking to make sure her eyes weren't too red. Once she was confident she didn't look a mess, Rita made her way into Nepeta's room, and gently shook her. She needed to know where that letter came from.
"Nepeta," she said, with a shake. "Nepeta, wake up."