“ i knew i would find you here . ” ( @rebelclef )
“ yeah … it’s kinda the only place in here that reminds me of home … the trees here look a lot like the one in my backyard. ”
teeth nibble on her lower lip, there’s a pause she makes and silence envelopes them again ( Bloom is used to solitude, being the pariah at school made sure of that, which is why, to a degree, she prefers it when she’s down ). and this place is just vastly different from anything she’s ever seen – the magical energy in Alfea is sometimes overwhelming, as it is the fact that she has no idea who she is, where she comes from; only a vague clue that she is fearful to follow. Her mother ( mother? Well, she is still that – will always be, no matter what ) would speak of the importance of an identity; though she did it in regards to not fitting in with the in crowd, not being a long lost princess from a demolished kingdom that now lies in nothing but ruins.
Sometimes, Bloom doesn’t want to think about it – would want to pretend everything is just a dream. How do you cope with your entire life being an illusion? How do you cope with having no true roots at all?
“ it’s just … a lot to unpack, you know? ” she finally murmurs, hiding the numbness in her eyes behind grown bangs ( she hasn’t been getting sleep, nightmares about Domino seem to have plagued her subconscious ). they are things she hasn’t even lived, and still, they feel as real as they can be, “ a year ago I was just … well, bloom peters, local freak. Then, I was not even human … and now I don’t even know who i’m supposed to be”
back pressed against the tree, Bloom leans her head down, rubs the sleep and tears and fright from her eyes, “ it’s just been a long month, I guess … at least we stopped the trix, ” there’s a part of her that still feels like that is also her fault ( the dragon’s flame burns within her, and the sisters sought that out ), “ I need time to process it all, that’s all. i’ll be fine. ”
