#spreadingashes

I held my friends ashes in my hand the other day.

I didn’t know what to expect as I reached my hand into his silver urn.

I’m not sure if I ever thought about holding bone dust in my hands before. It was heavier than I thought. It was coarse. It was grey and white, and unlike any ash I’ve ever seen. It was surreal to see fragmented bone. I can tell you that, yes, it is strange but there isn’t anything eerie about it. In fact, I found it to be really beautiful.

His body danced with fire, and now he flies with the wind. His body now roars with rivers, and settles in the grounds of streams.

Life gives us many beautiful perspectives, as long as we are willing to see.

I love you, Brother.

Name:

Jamie Abrams Lightwood 

Gender:

female 

General appearance:

Personality:

She is thoughtful, like her father: she likes to apply herself to science and math, which often lends itself to her basketball playing - her gift helps with her this more than not, even though she’s told by her parents not to do that. 

Special talents:

Reverse gravity - Jamie has the ability to reverse the gravity of an object or herself. More often than not, it leaves her stuck to the floor, though Paige has found her on the ceiling more than once. 

Who they like better:

She likes to follow Giselle around, because Giselle can fly and Jamie can make objects fly. 

Who they take after more:

It’s about 50/50. 

Personal headcanon:

[ 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  ]

Send me a ✈: For a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

[ It’s another letter slipped underneath another door and it’s not a proper goodbye but she can’t give her a real one because it hurts too much. ]

Paige,

I have to go. You have to believe me when I say I’m sorry, and I know I said — I told you I wouldn’t be going anywhere, but sometimes, you just can’t stay in one place. There are people here who’ll look after you, though, all right? The Professor — we don’t exactly see eye to eye on a whole lot of things, but he’s a good man. He helped me, and he can help you. 

Listen, though. I don’t ever want you to be afraid of yourself, all right? You’ve got — to use one of the Professor’s lines, you’ve got a lot of potential, somehow, and you don’t need to spend your life being afraid. I’ve done enough of that and I can tell you, it’s nothing you want to be a part of. So you — you keep your chin up, all right? You’re gonna take on the world someday, Paige. I know you are. 

I don’t know where I’m going or where I’ll be, but if you need something — I can’t give much, I don’t know what I can give at all, really — but you tell somebody and they’ll — somebody’ll find me. 

I’ll miss you a whole lot. This isn’t easy, and I’m sorry.

Love,