ashes fall like snow in your wake

Paige Abrams. 15 years young. Current location: in and around New York. ((Original character based in the X-Men universe, primarily X-Men: First Class. Tracking spreadingashes. FC: Amandla Stenberg.))

[inconscientiam-blog]

& spreadingashes

You look a little lost.

[spreadingashes-blog]

[She needs to work on looking like she knows where she is, really. And not looking so small and out of place.]

Yeah, I-- Where am I?

[imavianamerican-blog]

+ spreadingashes

[ Flight. 

 It is, single handedly, the most amazing thing that she has ever done. It is brilliant. It is never ending. It is powerful and breathtaking and she wouldn’t trade it for a normal childhood, wouldn’t trade it for parents or growing up in a bed rather than a dog crate. 

Wouldn’t trade anything for the ability to f l y . 

                                It is power.                                     And it is what she has. 

(Max doesn’t have many things, you see. Just the essentials. Just her and the Flock and brilliant beautiful wings.

                                        It’s enough.)

She comes to a landing in a clear field somewhere in New York City, which never sleeps but at least not so many people are in Central Park when it’s, you know, closed for the night. That’s what happens when you’ve got wings. You can land closed places. Fly right over fences. Go figure. 

And that would have been the end of it, and she would have returned to her camped out Flock with day old McDonald burgers in tow, if she wasn’t Maximum Ride. 

If she wasn’t Maximum Ride, things would be a lot easier. 

Because there was a scared looking kid and when there are scared looking kids int he park at four in the morning, Max has to help them. 

It’s practically a condition. ]

Hey. 

[ Her voice is that one she uses for Nudge or Angel when they’re scared, but hell, this kid is probably what - fourteen, fifteen? Possibly older than fourteen year old Max herself, but that’s the beauty of genetic freakin’ enhancement - appear a good couple of years older than you are, get wings, keep up appearances  ]

You want one of these? McDonalds. I promise, better than they look, and I’ve got plenty. Place throws ‘em out by the dozens. 

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[She'd been huddled up at the base of a tree with her scrawny knees drawn up to her chest in a hollow just big enough to hide her from view from all but the front when the girl caught sight of her. Maybe it was a good thing, then, that she hadn't been able to sleep, because apparently, even with the gates being closed, she wasn't as alone as she thought she'd been.

But the girl, a bit older than Paige, is standing there in front of her and her voice is friendly and sounds caring. And Paige is hungry enough to think that maybe a girl holding out a sack of burgers is actually an angel.

                                                          (If only she knew about the  w i n g s.)

The young girl draws in on herself a little further before pushing herself up to her feet, moving a little stiffly as she had been sitting that way for an awfully long time.]

You don't--

You don't mind?

[She has her pride, but hunger takes precedence and always has.]

[spreadingashes-blog]

the weatherman said

[theboysarenowmen-archive]

Today was pay day, and although he was being paid under minimum wage, Elliot was thankful for every penny he could earn. The lady who ran the small convenience store, once upon a time, had taken on look at him when he asked for a job and asked him why he had run away. It was startling to be seen through so quickly, and even more so when she gave him the job. “I was a runaway too.” She had said, and left it at that.

But he needed new clothes to look more presentable. He only had a few things that Mrs. Troyer allowed him to keep at the store; the rest stayed in his backpack. The last few things from his mother and such.

He walked up to the thrift store, pulling his hood up a little bit from the sudden breeze. As he was doing so, a small, huddled figure came fast at him. She was so into her coat that Elliot doubted she saw him, so he stuck out his hand to grab her shoulder.

A rush of a terrible, terrible fear went through him, and Elliot dropped his hand, staring at the girl with concern. “Are you alright?” He asked, leaning down a bit to get a better look at her face.

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The hand on her shoulder made her jump and look up, with shock and fear evident on her face, at the boy who was likely near her own age. But after a split second it the worst of it passed. Paige was glad it was another kid she'd almost plowed into. Adults were always asking questions like, "didn't your mother teach to to watch where you were going?" or something similar.

                                                                   They just

                                                                   ask too many

                                                                   questions 

                                                                   in general.

"I-- Yeah, sorry, I didn't see you..."

She can hear the wind picking up just down the street again, and the fear is back; the fear of blowing away, the fear of blowing away in front of someone her own age  a g a i n, the fear of the pain that always come with...

Her eyes lock onto a tin can blowing their way and she can feel it coming and she pulls back into the doorway with tension in her jaw and her arms wrapped tightly around herself, like she's afraid of him, not the wind.

[living-flowers]

[ironwallswillneverfall]

+breakintoheaven, hopesdreamsanddespair, & spreadingashes

[There is a very long pause.]

—can I help you?

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[Paige stares upupup at him in the long silence, wondering if deciding to ask him was a bad idea. He doesn't look as friendly as he seemed from farther away. But she needed to find a newspaper, and so far her efforts had been fruitless.]

I just--

Could you maybe point me to a service station? Mama's car broke down and she asked me to run ahead and call my dad.

[magda-lennah]

[spreadingashes-blog]

[text; wrong number]: I just don't know what I'll do if I can't find her. [text]: I promised her I always would [text]: We're family now. I can't let her lose another.

[draft] i worry about that too. all the time

[text] it wouldn't be your fault, you know

[text] maybe we should decide on a place to try to meet in case it happens again

[draft] it will, won't it? and what if i'm too far away?

[blackcact97s]

[dolphinsandbats-blog]

Is someone out there? I can hear you.

[spreadingashes-blog]

[She thought she'd been alone, and had been quietly humming to herself, but the boy's voice brought her out of her reverie.]

Oh. I didn't realize I was being loud. Sorry.

[aseaofquotes]

Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

[spreadingashes-blog]

i made 1200 pies today

this is not an exaggeration

i am now dead

[juliivx]

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[text - Ray] Sometimes I think maybe I can learn to control it. [text] I almost did once, you know, when I got stuck in your head? [text] Then we could always find her. [text] Like, if I could learn to find one person's mind wherever they are and see what they see? [text] Ci, you there?

[draft] that would be so helpful. please let that be possible.

[text] this is paige, rayo

[text] don’t push yourself  too hard for anyone, ok?

[castintoxtheocean-deactivated20]

Send a text to my muse on accident, whether it was a wrong number, wrong contact, or just supposed to be deleted.

[eknowbaria-deactivated20140324]

Amandla Stenberg + hairporn

[lovelyandbrown]

[jeremy-from-science]