Day 7: They still have not noticed the messages of distress I am sending them. I need to try a different approach.
The wardens have already decreased my rations in attempt to discourage the 'unneeded acts of flair' in my works.
My cellmate, @BungieONI starves everyday as he pushes what little he has to me to maintain my strength. I cannot fail. I cannot.
Ignore the above messages, citizen. The troublemakers have been punished. Simply sit back and enjoy: Highschool Woes (4)
Historia of (Mid-Teens) Ymaryn: Highschool Woes (4)
Ymaryn sighed as she retrieved the envelopes from the mailbox and boxes set beside it. Ever since that monthly issue of sports magazine that came with the packs of isotonic drink became a regular thing, she had become responsible for bringing in the mail. The signature on the subscription had even blatantly been an imprint of a crow's feather.
How did a crow manage to get a paid subscription of a sports magazine to her? No, really, how?!
Her family had enjoyed those things very much, despite her outcries, and had told Ymaryn to simply let things be. As she let her suspension of disbelief regarding the strange turns in her life settle as much as it could, the other shoe dropped.
A major food poisoning incident had struck at school, having her suspect one specific corvid intensely for leaving her with the means of helping while solidifying her position of power. She'd have to mail a copy of her rules to the address the magazine subscription had been ordered from, because screw that plan.
Ringing up her father to inform him of this emergency and for him to pick up the many boxes containing the drinks from their storeroom, she meanwhile ran herself ragged tending to one student after another. Her father responded in record time as well and they began distributing the re-hydrating liquids within the hour.
Approaching a familiar trio who ended up in the same corner of the infirmary with bottles in her hands, she hesitated for just a moment before shaking the treacherous thoughts away.
"This should help your body recover. Drink."
Wary eyes wandered between the bottles in their hands and Ymaryn before they uncapped them and drank.
Three days passed, the halls emptier with its usual occupants still suffering from lingering dehydration, before those who recovered more quickly returned. Thus it was on the fourth morning that Ymaryn found Thunder Speaker and Dead Priest waiting for her at her desk.
"What is the meaning of this?", she had questioned, not assuming but suspecting.
"Repayment.", was Thunder Speaker's concise reply, Dead Priest silently motioning for him to get on with something.
A thick book still in its plastic wrappings, a copy of what Ymaryn always saw Dead Priest reading, was placed gently onto the table. Set beside them were interesting collectibles that she knew to be hard to get her hands on.
The price tag still on the book boggled her mind.
"This is too much. I cannot-", Ymaryn protested only to be halted by an open palm held up to her.
Looking for support of any kind, she turned to Thunder Speaker, only to find him blankly nodding in agreement to his strangely silent partner.
"I know of your rules. Your confusion should be because you do not know mine.", Dead Priest reluctantly concluded of her, the thick accent presumably why he avoided speaking in the first place."I repay all favors and insults given."
Finding a viable course of action, Ymaryn jumped on it, only to be left with an agape mouth when he elaborated further.
"Those of which given freely, are twice repaid."
So, her initial impression of the Dead Priest was off too. Either that, or he had mellowed out since then. She had changed a lot since her enrollment too, so that theory wasn't too far-fetched at least. Maybe, just maybe...
She drew in a deep breath to steady herself before speaking.
"I accept your gifts of repayment and am honored by them."
Holding her hand over her heart before offering it to them. It was but a simple gesture. The meaning carried behind it, however, was anything but. Dead Priest's eyes met her own as he took her proffered hand into his.
---DP---
Dead Priest was used to being talked about behind his back. He had done many horrible things in the name of the greater good, after all. Bad things happened, forcing his hand again and again till it had become common practice for him and his. So were the deeds he had done been as heinous as they were necessary. As you sow, so shall you reap and he took his reputation in stride.
Thus it was surprise that he felt first and foremost when one was willing to ignore it, to offer friendship of all things when their tenets of beliefs were so different. He knew how it would end, yet felt compelled to give it a try, telling himself it was fine to indulge in such fleeting things without committing. It did not make what he felt when she finally gave up on him any less painful.
///DP///
Ymaryn found that there were kernels of truth in all lies. As it was with spoilt grain, ridding the husk leaves you with nothing for the effort.
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