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The Girl With Seven Hearts VIII (March 7, 2013 | 10/52 | GDSP 22)
The Girl felt a ping in her heart; she knew her other half was thinking of the Sweet Child again. She always thought of her when she was getting down. Her stomach growled. Just the name “Sweet Child” brought her hunger back to the foreground of her mind.
How long had she been in her protective circle? Hours? Days? Weeks? She decided it must only have been days; after all, you can only go without food for so long. After a few hours the headaches set in; a few days and the pain was starting to gnaw away at her. She pressed her head to the cool floor, willing herself not to ask the Man for food.
Every couple of hours, he would stand over her, circling her as if to check she was still there. Always the same question came spitting from his lips, “Are we ready to let go yet? Ready to really enjoy ourselves?”
He doubted her other half was managing the journey. He’d left no clues to his whereabouts, he’d made sure of that. Anyone who had seen them along the way, he had killed. One couldn’t be too sure these days, there were eyes everywhere and his prize was far too important to lose over something as small as a child’s cries.
He grew bored of watching her. She rarely moved, terrified of leaving her circle lest he try something. It amused him that she gave him so much power in so few movements. Checking his watch, he glanced down one more time before leaving the room and shutting off the lights.
She lay in her silence, thinking about her other half. She wished she knew where she was, only a faint tug of her hearts allowed her to know she was still alive.
From the darkest corner of the room, there suddenly came a faint glow. The smell of sugar and Amaryllis belladonna flooded into the room. She turned her face to the source, uncertain of where the light was coming from. Breathing in deeply, a soft voice emerged from the light.
"I’m coming. Please hold on tightly. I can feel you near."
The Girl bite her tongue to stifle a cry. The light was her hope, it rushed back into her three and a half hearts and started them pumping again. Soon, soon she would be reunited with herself. She loved herself for her ability to brave everything to find the missing pieces.
She turned her face into the light and lay her weary head on her hands, hoping for some rest. A battle was about to come, she would need all her strength.
For my GDSP prompt, I want you to think of a character. It can be your favorite, or one you remember vaguely from childhood, be it from a book, song, movie, comic, real life, Narnia, or your imagination. The choice of character is up to you. And I want you to really get in to this character, dress up as them, spend some time getting into their mind and feelings, listen to some Queen (since, as you know, Freddy Mercury’s doing this amazing project up in heaven), whatever you need to, until you’re really really comfortable in this character.
Then I want you to do the most mundane thing ever and take a picture of it. Think Superman eating cereal, Gerald Ford vacuuming, Lucy Pevensie washing her clothing, or Chewbacca changing the kitty litter. But you have to do this super mundane thing in your super awesome character costume (doesn’t have to be exact, colors can represent superhero clothes, etc). Lastly, make sure you put down your character and occupation so everyone can know who you are.
And for any of my followers who are not already doing the Guest Directed Self Portraits, it’s not too late! You can join at any point and do them in whatever order makes you happy.