Starry Eyed

Orphaned at 17, Adiel 'Ellie' Walker moved to small town Westfield, Michigan just in time for a freak electrical storm that changed her life forever. She lives with her older cousin, Zebediah Walker, and his partner, Doctor Allen Townsend. Ellie goes to the University of San Francisco, having transferred there after Allen and Zebediah made the move to the city. She lives with them both and tries to keep a low profile. {For the Westcoast Wonderland RP}

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Allen did you get into Xander and Claudio's special cookies or. 

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doctortownsend-sna said: :’|

I apologize.

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This was adorable and yet heartbreaking at the same time because you, madame, write angst, live angst, and breathe angst and you know what else? Angst. 

Angel understands me on a spiritual level. 

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doctortownsend-sna said: did you mean the most amazing thing ever

c r e y e 

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teganwolfe-sna said: \oAo/ prettyyy

dankeeeeee \ovo/

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boop.

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eliprice-sna said: screech

eheheheh

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Stand Off

“Zebediah told me who you are.”

Adiel stood tall in front of the Walker-Townsend household, holding onto the leash of her overgrown puppy Dinah. She wore warm clothes: black leggings, a knitted sweater-dress of a soft cream, the winter jacket that Dom had given her last year and winter boots that Allen had bought her as soon as the air started getting cold. Black hair was braided and twisted back against her neck, a warm winter hat pulled over her ears and a scarf tucked around her neck. She stared up at Rebekkah, wary but informed and not afraid of the threat she presented.

Ellie had grown up a lot since she had come to Westfield.

Rebekkah stood on the walkway, thin arms crossed over an equally thin chest. She wore a grey winter coat that had obviously seen some years. Dark jeans covered thin legs, a scarf around her neck and her dark brown hair loose around her thin, worn face. She had faint traces of grey in her hair, aging her by more than she should have been. Gloves covered her vein-y hands, but Ellie could still see the bump where her engagement and wedding rings rested on her ring finger.

Proud, even in her failed marriage; Rebekkah would always be so very, very proud.

“Did he, now? And what did my boy tell you?”

It was faded now, but Ellie could hear the old Georgian accent colouring Rebekkah’s words. It was the same diction and intonation that Zeb sometimes fell into, especially when he was upset about something. Zeb went Southern and Biblical when he was upset, though. Lately the house had been full of Zebediah contacting lawyers, swearing upon God and everything that was holy for them to figure things out.

Ellie kept to Allen, tucking against his side and reading her schoolbooks, trying to pretend that things were going to be okay; Allen’s shaking hands (though they didn’t shake so much these days, she found) running through her long hair like comfort and peace.

She knew Allen and Zebediah spoke about what was going to happen with her at night, when she was supposed to be sleeping. But the nightmares had come back and she hadn’t slept in days – not well. She heard their quiet voices and she knew they’d figure something out, even when Zebediah sounded hopeless and frustrated and Allen sounded tired and short of patience.

“He talks about a sad woman, with anger and guilt in her heart. He talks about a woman who watched musicals with him and taught him how to make scallops and linguini. He talks about his momma who would read to him from the Old Testament and who would bleed in the bathroom from her wrists; who would pretend everything was alright with a shot of whiskey and a reminder that God sees all and God judges all and that everything and everyone bad to her would one day be punished.”

Rebekkah’s lip curled, revealing crooked teeth, and Ellie tilted her head in reply. She waited for the woman’s response, knowing that she would have strong words to her son’s description. Zebediah had warned her that Rebekkah was filled with spiteful words; that she would sneer and that she would speak crossly. He’d told her all of this with faraway eyes and hands that twitched and curled into fists: a child’s response to fear and hiding it quickly.

Zebediah loved his momma – but Rebekkah had frightened her boy since he woke up with her over his bed, a pillow in her hand and his breath short in his lungs.

“That boy doesn’t know anythin’ from nothin’, child – I wouldn’t listen to his words if I were you. The devil speaks from his lips.”

“Why’s that? Because he looks like your adulterous husband? Because he divorced his wife? Or is it because he’s with another man and living with him and finally, finally happy?”

“Man shall not lie with another man – it is an abomination.”

“God creates and loves all of his children equally – love thy neighbour. Treat others as you want to be treated. That is the Golden Rule.” Ellie smiled. “I’ve read the Bible, too.”

“There’s a Bible in this house?”

“Of course. I keep it in my bedside table drawer. I only pull it out when I need it, though.”

Rebekkah raised her brows, as if wondering when a child would need the Bible. Ellie shrugged, kneeling down and running gloved fingers through Dinah’s soft fur, pressing her face to the canine’s neck for a moment before pulling away again. Dinah yipped, looking up at her with her large brown eyes, and Ellie grinned before turning back to Rebekkah.

“I look to God when I need to. I turned to Him when my momma was shot and I was asked to smile while holding her bloody hands. I looked to Him when I came to Westfield and lived without a home until the last weeks of December. I looked to Him when I took shelter in a public library. I looked to Him when I found my guardian and father figure lying on the ground, prone and deathly still, and I thought I was losing a parent all over again. When times of trouble and crisis enter into my life, I turn to my Heavenly Father.” Ellie paused, running her hand down Dinah’s back and smiling faintly when the German shepherd’s tail wagged once, before looking over at Rebekkah. “I look to God for love. You look for judgement.”

“You do not know what I look for when I turn to God, child.”

“‘God is always watching you, Bekkah’ – so you better behave yourself or else you’ll be on the naughty list and go to Hell.” Adiel stood up again, tying Dinah’s leash to the porch railing, before walking over to Rebekkah. The older Walker woman stepped away from the teenager, looking at her as if she did not know what she was facing. “Zebediah would hear you whisper it to yourself, like a mantra. Like his mantra, but his is a little sadder. Aunt Rebekkah, I don’t know you. I just know what Zebediah’s told me, because my Momma wouldn’t even talk about you. And I hate that we’ve met like this, because I’d rather get to know you under better circumstances. But we can’t, and I have to meet you with a serious face and a serious voice.”

The little girl who grew up reached up, touching a weathered cheek, and stared up at Rebekkah as if wishing for her to understand. “I have a family, Aunt. I have Zebby and I have Allen and I have Dinah. I have Dom and I have Gerry and I have Gawain. I have so much, now, because God answered my prayers for love and He has given me all the love a girl like me could ever want. Why would He give me all of these blessings just to take me away and bring me to a woman who only wishes to spite her son and her family and the world?” Ellie dropped her hand, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t. He would not wish for this. And so for you to try and use His name in an argument to win my custody… that’s wrong.”

She stepped back, back towards Dinah and Allen and Zebediah, untying the dog’s leash and tugging her up the steps to go back inside. “I wish you would stop trying to hurt your family, Aunt. You’re only hurting yourself in the end.”

Rebekkah kept quiet, watching as the seventeen-year-old disappeared in a house with an atheist and a disowned son, wondering when the world had changed so much that children dared to speak to adults like that.

Like adults themselves. 

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OOC~:

Heading off to bed. 

G'night. 

<3

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ELLIE BBY. did you know Gerry likes Gawain? :}

.O. -gasps.- Really?! Oh that's amazing! Wait, they know each other? -laughs.- Small world!

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Aww congrats bby. You got a job.

I know! It's very exciting. 8] I haven't worked at a job since the diner, and that was forever and ever ago. So it'll be good to get back into the routine. ovo

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OOC~:

And I'm off to bed. 

I'll reply when I can. .^. 

Hopefully I'll see you guys for a bit tomorrow before my flight. 

G'night. <3

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If the library was reprieve, Gerry would—well, let’s refrain from cynicism, shall we? People like Adiel and Gawain rekindled the love of fairytales in him, sometimes. They reminded him that good, honest, and innocent people still existed. And they were the ones most in need of protecting. They were in need of hospitality and sanctuary, both of which he provided whilst here in his bookish domain. He would never turn someone away, not from the library, at least…

“I ran into somebody else’s fist,” he said before he could catch himself. “It—was an accident though,” he added quickly, ears reddening marginally. He relaxed slightly when Ellie accepted the candy and smirked back at her, letting her nab the candy like a little bird. A scavenger dove, if such a thing existed. “I am not,” Gerald countered ruefully. “You’re disappearing like the Invisible Chick.”

Gerry hadn’t seen much silence from Ellie. True, she’d been shy at first—but once out of her shell, it was damnably hard to imagine her ever retreating back into it. And he certainly didn’t want her to, either. And even if he didn’t reply to every-single-thing the little gatling gun rattled off,  he still caught every bulleted word; highlighted the important parts, and returned them accordingly. She deserved that. Adiel deserved to be listened to, because she not only had a lot to say—what she said was always important. He’d never let her think otherwise if he could help it.

“Oh good,” he nodded in acknowledgment, smiling faintly. “I’m glad to hear things are brightening up on your end. Makes sense, though. Winter is over and Spring’s here, things are always going to get brighter when the seasons start to change.”

The poeticism faded somewhat as he contemplated Ellie’s words, before tilting his head to one side. “…Well,” he began calmly, arching a considerable brow at her faintly. “Ellie, do you have a job—or…rather, would you like one? Being an assistant librarian, I mean…it’s not exciting, or glamorous, but…if you really want to help, I could use all I could get around here…” He patted the hand on his arm and smiled lopsidedly. “And keep your voice down about the knife, kid, lots of people would love to know what you’ve got on you…”

He sighed, then shrugged and sauntered towards the two double doors. “Okay. First, I need you to flip this switch, and turn around to watch and make sure every light goes off, okay? It’s kinda cool, actually.” He pointed to the back of the enormous library with a smile. “It starts there and ends at us, which means we have to bolt out the doors right after,  because it gets really friggin’ dark in here. And then the monsters come out,” Gerry added teasingly.

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Fairytales and princesses and knights in shining armor did exist, Ellie knew they did. They didn't look like the illustrations in books, but they were everywhere. Allen was a prince; Zeb was a knight; Gawain was the sweetest man in the world and reminded her of an elf. And Gerry was her protector. If she could help him believe in something as nice and innocent and pure as fairytales again, with the help of Gawain (of course; not that she knew they knew each other), then she would be perfectly pleased with herself. And proud of what she could accomplish. 

Her hands clapped over her hand in shock at his words, lowering only when he continued and nodding slowly, nibbling on her chocolate. "...Well I'm glad you're not too badly hurt," she said, scuffing the toe of one boot and staring at him sincerely. "I don't like the thought of you being really hurt. Not at all." She snorted at his last words, though, shaking her head and grinning. "I am not. I have gained five whole pounds in the last month or so! If anything I'm getting fat." 

Adiel was like that. Quiet and meek at first, and then she never shut up. That was a newer development, though, since she had left New York and gone on the epic search for her cousin. She couldn't be quiet and meek anymore, not when she was searching for a man whose face she didn't even recognize. She had to be loud and she had to gather attention because that way, she would be able to find what she sought for. But she never felt insignificant with her friends, and definitely not Gerry. Even when she asked him what seemed like silly questions in a book she was reading, he always paid attention to her. 

She really appreciated that. 

"You're a regular poet, Gerry," she commented, grinning, before her expression shifted to wonder at his suggestion. "...Really?" she whispered, before grinning and nodding madly. "Oh I'd really like that! I only lounge around the house, I'd love to be able to actually do something. And it'd be fun, I think. And I'd get to see you! Could I?" She clapped a hand over her mouth at his warning, nodding madly before leaning against his arm. "Yessir." 

Listening to him intently, she smiled and nodded, before bouncing over to the switch that he had pointed to, waiting for him to be closer to her before turning it off swiftly. Looking back at the library, she watched as the lights slowly started to flicker off, watching with a growing smile and bouncing on her feet giddly. "Ohwow," she whispered, feeling that a quiet voice was necessary. "That is cool." 

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eliprice-sna replied to your quote: eliprice-sna replied to your quote: eliprice-sna... not possible

NOT AT ALL.

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eliprice-sna replied to your quote: eliprice-sna replied to your quote: eliprice-sna... I like how that evil response is on Addie’s account. yes I still call her Addie because I’m awesome.

You are indeed. 8'v 

I'm trying to imagine evil Adiel. 

...NOPE.