Post by izumih on Jan 1, 2011 1:38:15 GMT -5
Hina sat staring at the water, is was early, and she had a sweater wrapped lightly around her shoulders, she had been too restless to sit still, it happened a lot, she didn't go out and exercise as much, she felt like hiding most of the time, the few people she had met already, both scared and fascinated her, she couldn't keep silent too long. She was free of her binds, but she was still scared to speak, even though she did, mainly because she had to, or she was scared not to, thinking about it confused her...
She was rather tired, but she couldn't sleep, there was something preventing her from sleeping, like a mental block, guilt, maybe. Though what did she have to be guilty of? Not speaking to Sayuri Iseki, the woman who adopted her, the woman who she loved but was scared of all at the same time? The woman who she purposely avoided spending the holidays with, a woman who she no doubt was going to end up calling 'mom' very soon in person, if only she would speak. She wanted to, it was just something about the woman's tenderness...
It was a feeling that she didn't want to lose, never had someone treated her nicely before, and the woman seemed as if, she had been around a muted child, a child that had never spoken to her, but she had the urge to care for, yes, it was obvious she had been through that. She never told her so, though she acted like it, when Sayuri would speak to Hina, Hina would just stare at her, in near bewilderment, trying to force words to come to her throat, but they never managed to leave her throat, it was sad...
The small, white haired child sighed and looked up at the sky, it was about nine in the morning, she normally didn't wander away at that time, and she had yet to eat anything for breakfast, not that it mattered too much, she wasn't big on eating all of her meals as she was supposed to, and she rarely ate breakfast. It just wasn't in her habits, there was so much she should be doing, not wasting her time on three square meals a day, not that she was doing very much than. She lightly rolled her hands over her walking sticks, such a burden.
Word Count: 408
Tag(s): Mitchell (Trist)
Notes: >> it's short, because, it's Hina, once I get more used to her, my posts will become better, I promise.
Outfits: Clicky
Tag(s): Mitchell (Trist)
Notes: >> it's short, because, it's Hina, once I get more used to her, my posts will become better, I promise.
Outfits: Clicky