i have no one to tag so i'll just add a wip of mine :) thank u luna <3
evening girl. (snippet from smthn long that i wrote definitely over a year ago. don't even know if i write like this n e more..)
Outside, the sun shone through the dense trees and birds chirped quietly, almost timidly. She started toward the entrance she'd seen the use, tightening the cloth around her stub of an arm. The roses granted her a decent path. Psyche felt the breeze in her hair, which was fully red by now.
Sometimes, when she would stand in the sun, it felt like her hair would ignite. The air around her would begin to feel hot and dense.
Psyche would've told the alchemist that the whole experience was quite scary, that is, if they'd ever show any interest in her changing hair. Just imagine if all you would've liked was to enjoy the view outside the window but when you look down to see your hair shining so brightly, you felt as though it were on fire! Terrifying! Psyche was glad for the trees' shade and she knew that the night would come soon so she did not worry too much about the heat gathering around her.
Being on the ground was far different from being two floors up. She realized that looking through the window changed her perception of things. Around this time, the sun was kissing dusk; not yet there but not too far. So whenever she would look down out of the window, most of everything would blend together into some dark shade. This time everything was its true color.
Psyche hoped she could be true to herself, just as these roses were. The only difference between them was that she was lonely and they were not. They were many and she was one. They had a boldness that made them beautiful and as she drew closer she saw the oddly large thorns that grew from their stems. She wondered if perhaps, by pricking her finger on one, her blood could dye her skin the same color and—
Psyche turned. A girl much taller than her with dark brown skin and black hair was staring at her. Psyche didn’t recognize her.
“Who are you?” the girl asked again, louder this time.
"I'm Psyche," she replied. They were both quiet for a second until Psyche realized who this girl was. Evening Girl. Suddenly, she opened her mouth to speak but Psyche was faster. Eager.
"And you're the Evening Girl, aren't you?" She laughed softly and pointed to her window. "Have you seen me from the window? That one over there, above the arch by the rose bush maze?"
"The window above Adán's Entrance?" asked the girl.
"Adán's entrance?" asked Psyche.
They stared at each other. Psyche felt unnerved.
"Wait, what's your name? And since when is that called Adán's Entrance? Also, what-"
The girl's high-pitched voice interrupted her, "My name is Enamora Araiza, daughter of General Araiza. And as anyone educated should know, that is and has always been Adán's Entrance to the Rose Maze."
The added emphasis toward the end of her sentence made Psyche feel like she was subtly insulting her. Meanwhile, Enamora's cold gaze bore into Psyche. Their height difference was intimidating so when Enamora took a step forward and looked down at Psyche, Psyche felt a small shiver.
"Why would you have been in that window? And why don't you know me?" Enamora asked.
Psyche swallowed nervously.
"Speak up." Enamora's eyes stayed on Psyche. Her eyes were blue, she noticed. Very, very blue. Psyche had never seen a blue that...blue before; she felt it was a bit excessive—
Suddenly, Enamora spoke. "Excuse me, but I have training to get to and you are not answering. I'll be on my way." She stepped around Psyche and began to walk away.
Before she got too far, Psyche reached out with her only hand and grabbed onto Enamora’s sleeve.
“Can I go with you?” she asked.
Enamora turned her head. Their eyes met. She turned completely, now face-to-face with Psyche again.
“Please repeat that. I could not hear you,” said Enamora.
They stared at each other again. Psyche wondered if this girl stared at everyone she talked to. Maybe she wanted to show off her eyes.
“I asked if I could go with you to your training,” said Psyche.
“Why should you?” asked Enamora.
"Well, l've never been to a training and I would like to see what it's like," Psyche straightened and stuck her nose out. "Also, I don't go out much. So please, let me go with you."
“Let me go with you,” she said again.
Psyche huffed and stepped away. Then she looked up to glare at Enamora.
“I’m going,” she said firmly.
“You’re not,” responded Enamora, then she turned and walked away.
Every following evening, during training, Enamora would catch sight of red hair in the bushes. Slowly, she realized that a part of her wanted to befriend the young girl and, secretly, she wanted to impress her, too.
She asked her father if he had ever seen a young, red-haired girl in the palace. He admitted he had heard a rumor ortwo about an orphaned Ruhe child under the care of the alchemist, though, he made sure to add that he didn't know whether or not to believe this rumor, for the child should've been blonde and not red-haired - as the Ruhe family had always been pale in every aspect - and because the alchemist would've been a terrible parent.
