Post by Vanya on Feb 3, 2016 23:02:03 GMT -5
Birds will fly.. Vanya hummed along to her headphones, hugging one knee while her other leg swung loosely from her place at the window seat. She and her caretaker, Abigail, stayed in a large Victorian style house, mostly home to empty rooms that needed filling up. Abigail always said that the spirits of her brothers and sisters would make their way home, once Vanya was ready for the final ceremony, and the Order was ready to be revived. If it was ever ready.
Sighing to herself, Vanya continued humming along, wondering how her mother handled the ceremonies and revivals, but that was before Vanya had even been born. Sometimes, she could still remember her mother's laugh, and imagine the long and wavy blonde hair she'd inherited, without looking at the few pictures Vanya had of the woman named Apsenniel. Gripping the square frame she kept on the window, Vanya brought it up, peering down at the image of her child self with a woman who was a much, much older version of her, but looked to be younger than Vanya was now. Apsenniel had been over 700 at the time of Vanya's birth, and barely looked to be 16. It was strange, how the Order worked, but Vanya didn't care to have an opinion on many of the going-ons Abigail would tell her of.
It was all in the past, as far as she was concerned, and the only piece of the past she wished for was her mother. However, she was gone, and never coming back. She'd been killed in order to destroy the Order, and it had mostly worked. All that remained now was Vanya and Abigail, and the poor woman was slowly losing her mind nearly 15 years after the fall of her group. Vanya predicted she may be on her own soon, but that didn't bother her. While Abigail was off who-knows-where, Vanya typically remained in her room contemplating life, or at the local medical center volunteering and practicing her healing abilities or grabbing lunch.
Vanya set down her mother's picture, and let out a shrill shriek as something flew into her window and into her face, causing her to fall backwards off of the window seat. Jumping up to her feet, Vanya stared at the item that attempted to attack her - a strange floating envelope with her name intricately written on the cover. "What are you..?" She questioned aloud, tilting her head as she reached out and grasped the letter.
Sighing to herself, Vanya continued humming along, wondering how her mother handled the ceremonies and revivals, but that was before Vanya had even been born. Sometimes, she could still remember her mother's laugh, and imagine the long and wavy blonde hair she'd inherited, without looking at the few pictures Vanya had of the woman named Apsenniel. Gripping the square frame she kept on the window, Vanya brought it up, peering down at the image of her child self with a woman who was a much, much older version of her, but looked to be younger than Vanya was now. Apsenniel had been over 700 at the time of Vanya's birth, and barely looked to be 16. It was strange, how the Order worked, but Vanya didn't care to have an opinion on many of the going-ons Abigail would tell her of.
It was all in the past, as far as she was concerned, and the only piece of the past she wished for was her mother. However, she was gone, and never coming back. She'd been killed in order to destroy the Order, and it had mostly worked. All that remained now was Vanya and Abigail, and the poor woman was slowly losing her mind nearly 15 years after the fall of her group. Vanya predicted she may be on her own soon, but that didn't bother her. While Abigail was off who-knows-where, Vanya typically remained in her room contemplating life, or at the local medical center volunteering and practicing her healing abilities or grabbing lunch.
Vanya set down her mother's picture, and let out a shrill shriek as something flew into her window and into her face, causing her to fall backwards off of the window seat. Jumping up to her feet, Vanya stared at the item that attempted to attack her - a strange floating envelope with her name intricately written on the cover. "What are you..?" She questioned aloud, tilting her head as she reached out and grasped the letter.