: What does your future look like?
The future? You know, one of the reasons I like science fiction so much is that a lot of it's about the future. There's just so many of them out there. Futures, I mean. And science fiction books too, I reckon, but my point is that I like them so much because there's so many futures to choose from. Futures aren't set in stone. The past, well. We're stuck with that. And by the time we think about the present it's already done and gone. But the future is big and empty, just waiting for us to get there. Or maybe there are billions of them waiting, and it's just a matter of choosing what we choose 'til we get on that path.
So I guess this is a long way of saying that I don't really like to think about my future. Not in specifics, least ways. Sure, there's my farm. And a family. The Guthries that come before, my brothers and sisters, and all our kids to carry on our name. Used to be I thought of my own as brunettes. Then blondes. These days I picture them with green hair, as silly as I know that is. There'll be Sunday dinners and games of football, and no one'll worry about the latest threat to mutantkind, or humankind for that matter. We'll all be free to live our lives as we want, and the world will be that kind of place that we all talk about dreaming of.
That's just a dream, I know it. Even with all the flying I do, and all the books I read about far off worlds, I've never been one with my head in the clouds.
So you ask me what my future looks like? I can't say I know. And I reckon that's just the way it ought to be.
"Folding Chair" by Regina Spektor
Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
Let’s get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
I’ll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you’ll grafitti up his toys
I’ve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do…
Now i’ve been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
But every time the tide come in to take me home
I get scared, and I’m sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song…
Maybe one day you will understand
I don’t want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
Till that day just please don’t be so down
Don’t make frowns, you silly clown
Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes…
: Write about a memorable family meal.
That last Christmas Dinner with Pa alive was like any other Christmas. We didn't know he'd be dying come spring time. Pa carved the ham while I watched closely, waiting for the day when I got to carve for my own family. Even back then, I wanted to be a patriarch. Didn't know the word at the time, just knew I wanted to be to some big family what my pa was to ours. This would be time when most people would say "if only I'd known." But I didn't. And even if I had, I don't know what there was I could've done to change things. And if I'd changed things, I don't know where I'd be today. I bet there are people that could answer that question for me, but I can tell you one thing: I don't want it answered. I'd rather live in the future than the past. The future's got possibility and promise, and the past is all over and done with.
Just like that Christmas Dinner. And the one after, where I got my chance to carve up that ham, with my brothers and sisters watching me, and my ma looking anywhere but at the head of the table... it seemed like it took forever. Sometimes it still seems like I'm carving that ham up, knife in one hand and fork in the other, hoping I can be half the man my pa was.
Sam was up early. It was Christmas after all, and he was used a gaggle of kids jumping on him and asking for their presents. Since he wasn't with them this year, he snuck out of bed, careful not to wake Lorna, and went to call his family.
"Boston's real snowy, but it's nice. I reckon Lorna, Katie and I will come down there before New Years to say hello, but you all go ahead and open my gifts now." He talked to each sibling in turn, then his mother, before hanging up and going to wash his face and wander down to Mrs. Dane's tree.
He'd done his best at wrapping the gifts, even though they weren't in standard boxes. Sam smiled and admired the two gifts before he sat down to wait for everyone else to wake up.( Gifts.Collapse )
[ooc: A pick-me-up for erikscordelia. And to distract her from Holiday Party anxiety. ;)]Weathering the Storm
It's a bit of a cliché, but Lorna reminds him of a deep summer storm in August. The kind that makes the crops bend halfway down before you even feel the rain in the air. You can smell it coming, though. It's like the lake or river has left its home and has come running towards you full speed. The soybeans and wheat bend down, getting ready to weather the storm.
And then the lightning comes.
Some nights the rain never comes and all you get is the smell of ozone and far-off moisture. The animals either cry all night or stay completely silent.
But when the rain comes, it comes on full force.
Sam always liked those summer storms. He'd sit on the porch and watch the world change from day to night, watch the curtains of rain as they ran towards the Guthrie farm, and wait as everything got washed away.
He was waiting for rainbows. No one ever knew that. He loved the storms because they were cold and violent and left behind rainbows. It was always so neat to him that something that could destroy whole farms could leave behind one of nature's prettiest creations.
Sam loved rainbows, but the only person that he ever told was Jay. Sam wasn't supposed to be the kind of guy that loved rainbows. By the time the rain broke, he should have been back out in the field, working. Most of the time he was. But he'd take a minute, look up in the sky, and appreciate the beauty he saw there.
That's how Sam feels about Lorna. She gets angry and scared and she hates herself a whole lot more than he's ever known anyone to hate themselves. She can be cold and violent, even if it's only towards herself. Sometimes he tells her it's okay, or it's going to be okay, and sometimes he just says they'll work on it together. Sometimes she calms down right away and sometimes she doesn't. But in the end, he gets his rainbows. They come in the form of kisses and smiles, and quiet times watching movies with Katie. All he has to do is be patient.
He's willing to be patient. Sam's always been the type that's loved rainbows.
1. Think of the FIRST word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to http://images.google.com
and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the FIRST page of results -- don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
You Have an Intense Heart
Your heart craves passion. You feel deeply and love an emotional rush.
You let your heart guide you. You never regret leaping before look. If you fall, you just leap again.
Your heart has been hurt more times than you can count, and you've broken many hearts in return.
You understand that loss is a big part of love, and you think it's worth the risk. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Leader of the New Mutants, farmer.
None of my own.
Brothers and Sisters:
Woo boy. Paige, Jeb, Jay, Melody, Lewis and Lucy, Joelle, Elizabeth, and Tess.
List the 3-to-5 biggest things going on in your life right now:
1. Lorna and Katie
2. My team.
Parents: Lucinda and Ty.
Who are some of your closest friends?
My team mates: Bobby, Yana, Dani, Shan, and Mara.
Got any enemies?
Note: A small companion piece to erikscordelia's story here. All characters are either NPCs or used with permission of their players.
He takes about five hours to pack his bag to his satisfaction. Bobby wanders in a few times to mock him. Illyana comes in, stands in the doorway, frowns, then wanders away without saying anything. Dani just shakes her head and tells him he's acting like a girl. Whatever that means.
Sam smiles politely at them all, but shoos them away if they linger too long. He's got packing to do. Important packing.
"It's just a drawer."
Bobby's words. And Dani's. Sam thinks about calling the other Bobby, but he's not real sure how that would go over. But if anyone could understand why it's so important for him to pack just right, it'd be Bobby Drake.
Or maybe Bobby Drake never got a drawer.
Sam didn't ask Lorna about the drawers before him. He doesn't ask if her husband would mind, since it's still the house they were meant to have together. He trusts that if Lorna is making the offer it's because she wants to make the offer, and that's really all that matters to him. He just wants her to be happy. And Katie to be happy.
And world peace.
He packs some underwear and socks, an extra pair of pants, a few t-shirts, and a few over shirts. He packs a sweater in case it gets cold. He packs pajamas and a toothbrush and a few old books he's got multiple copies of. Maybe books don't go into dresser drawers for most people, but for Sam they do. Some books, anyway.
And on top of everything, right before he zips his bag up, he packs a back up uniform and a pair of goggles.
He thinks about buying Lorna a pair for Christmas, with green lenses. He thinks about flying with Lorna. Then he thinks about buying a pair for Katie, too. Smaller and with blue lenses. They could fly together, not that Katie can fly on her own power, but he pictures her holding onto his hand with one of hers and Lorna's with the other.
A regular mutant family.
He zips the bag up and walks downstairs with it flung over his shoulder, smiling the whole way.