A/N: I understand there was a little discomfort over character bashing earlier on. Just a few years ago I would have agreed foolishly, to bash Scarlett Bryne in my childish hate for her annoying behaviour. But after all this time, and being influenced by fics and peers, I realise there was no need to be disgusted with her. A sort of underrated character, Scarlett should probably have more light shone on her merits, or her traits, aside from what flaws we usually connect her with. Poetry is not my area of expertise, but I hope to have done her justice. Title is partly inspired by 'Keeping Your Head Up' by Birdy.
Disclaimer: Huntik is created and owned by Iginio Straffi, but the interpretation here, of its world and characters, are still mine.
Still Looking Up
Rising light only accentuated exhausted staggering bodies
friend and foe scattered over the worn down field
Any hooded men and women still standing were
taking flight
Yet the one person I expected to give chase
was gone
Not for long of course
Because he had rose from his ashes
as easily as shooting a Boltflare
I could feel myself grin
who wouldn't?
Even the blue haired lady
beside him was almost in tears
Of joy?
And the surprise came
when he reached over to caress her face
lowering his head too
Did he?
I wouldn't have noticed if
that heaviness against my chest
hadn't struck then
Because
I thought I saw my pillar of strength in him.
But he saw his own in her,
just as she caught sight of hers as well.
Two bodies leaning against each other,
of sturdiness and support.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from them,
moulded into one.
The slightest yellow glow peeping over the horizon
was blocked by the duo gliding off together
slowly shrinking into specks against the sunrise
There's no time to reminisce on what I could
oh should have had
when seekers were ambling along
with weary bodies propped between
I snapped that mask back on
leaving the lovers to their reconciliation
hand stretched towards a seeker
struggling with an unconscious companion
Just smiled as I hooked an arm over his waist
At least First Aid was something the Foundation needed
Hawkweed and heather litter the ground
No Blood Spirals had tainted
Home
Or if they did
not a single text from the high dogs would come
When you're at the bottom of the food chain
there isn't much to chew on
Brushing the tips of purple ragged robin
soothes well enough
As does the sound of waves pouring over shores
As does the saffron and orange and green
Just take care on the Irish landscape
to avoid tramping fragile flowers
A path less travelled can only be overgrown
Trepidation fills hearts which wander close to unbound cliffs
but not Gybolg
A simple whisper lures him out
while he glances around in faint pride
The countryside is his favourite
better yet music
from crashing waves
turn us both to the cliff side
That feeling of wanting to fall over
at the edge of a precipice
that is?
My linguistics fail me, what a waste
That department was never for me
Maybe I belong in that world of fantasy
hunting for amulets
and unravelling myths
'Tír na nÓg' Gybolg murmured wistfully
Yes that magical place
I followed his eyes but we both simply ended
gazing over the ocean
searching for that same fantastical land
Adventure died with Dante Vale
and hadn't come back since
Adventure evaded me after those days
and the closest I would ever be
was standing with a Titan of myth
watching the waves beckon
He hums a soft tune
repeating those words
gentle and alluring
A lullaby sealing my eyes close
Let the sea join hands with the mute gray sky
and may they take their time
to find this sunlight among dark clouds
I have enough patience anyway
Swivelling in her office armchair
she was sighing as she stared
The ceiling offered no answers
When she turned back
it was to keep staring at a blank page
The document would not depict the recent report to Aztec tombs anytime soon
Sharp intercom ringing was
a wake-up alarm
Dazed she hurriedly answered
caught only half of what the lady-
"Visitors. Now, Bryne."
It wasn't Christmas.
So the jolly, rounded man surprised her with his wide grin.
The elf adjusting his spectacles was a broomstick in comparison.
But this duo was not foreign.
No one could miss that, well, heaving tummy
or the slight tremble in the clumsy one.
Fenris' master and the nerd who never left his side;
her sidekicks for the day, or unfortunately, maybe,
weeks. Months?
The shorter stump raised a peace offering of coffee
with that steam still rising too!
She smiled back to ease his terse expression – did
he need help with that carrier?
Montahue, she could not be mistaken,
was dragging luggage – Aztec artifacts!
Scarlett clasped her hands together, quickening her pace.
This might not be so bad, really.
They could finally help her
Start a new page.
The first stanza was supposed to be aligned to the right, but ff doesn't allow that format. As usual, criticism is highly welcome!