MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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- Genres
- romance. angst. drama. modern. fantasy. supernatural. adventure. crime. period pieces.
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A small and soft chuckle slipped from Ava's mouth at hearing his awkward response. It was funny how someone else's awkwardness made one more comfortable and confident. Ava had no plans on making him any more clumsy or embarrassed, so her little laugh was kept short and she herself decided not to say anything, allowing the silence between them to stretch. The quiet was something that she didn't mind, that she never minded. Most times, she found herself searching for it when her mind and the world around her both were in turmoil. However, even though there was silence between them, the forest wasn't soundless. Cracks of branches, rustling leaves, tweeting of birds. It was all so different from the cities, but it reminded her the simple days in the countryside of Britain she had enjoyed as a child.
"Huh?" Atlas' voice dragged Ava out of her wistful remembrance and back to the present time. She had barely caught what he was asking before frowning slightly at her ankle. She temporarily debated with to answer "yes" and then "no" or the reverse way around. The real question was whether she wanted help or not. And it wasn't as if she could just ask Katherine, besides the fact that the girl was no longer around as she probably dipped off ahead again, being tired of being ignored. But also because she was dead. "Ummm…" Ava hummed, glancing at her throbbing ankle. It would probably be swollen once they made it back.
"I think it'll be alright once I can sit down again," She told him, glancing back in his direction and chewing the bottom end of her lip. "But, can I just lean on you a little? I promise not to knock you over." She smiled, feeling bad for having to ask even more help from him, especially when she knew he was in a hurry to get back. "How much farther until we are there?" It couldn't have been much farther, right? At least, that was what she hoped.
Ava did want to be able to walk properly when school started. She would be the new kid that all the smalltown kids would have their eyes on. And she had a feeling that she would stick out like a sore thumb for a while, so if she needed to dodge and hide it would be easier to do with a functioning ankle.