I'm Still Here
By: Ishhyyy
Summary- Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today
Something somewhere out there keeps calling. EdxOC
No reviews. Well that sucks. O Well. I'm still going to continue because I love Edward and I know how annoying it is to read a story and the author doesn't continue it. About the whole EdxOC thing, because I know a lot of people don't like that kind of that stuff, here's the deal. I'm not gonna make them fall in love at first. I'm gonna drag it out and start with friendship, which by itself will take a while. They may not even fall in love. Who knows? Because I sure don't and I'm the author. I will try my best to keep Edward in character and if you have criticism, please, bring it on. I would appreciate it a lot. Anyway this is the second chapter.
Disclaimer I don't own FMA.
London, England
October, 18, 1921
2:00 p.m.
Olivia's P.O.V
After we arrived home that night we went to the brothel, I did my best to avoid the other members of the household, for if they saw me in that wreckage, a great amount of questions would follow and I definitely couldn't handle that.
My foot still hurt a great deal, but it was nothing I couldn't hide behind a large smile, after all I have been doing it all my life. Looking outside the window now reminds me of all the Autumns I spent with my mother, Amelia Nightingale.
She possessed a lively spirit, playing with Neely, Zale, and I, even though a noble woman would leave that job to the servants. But that didn't stop her from chasing us down the vast halls in the Nightingale mansion.
People told me it's because she came from America, a place where they had grubby manners and a face to match it. But mama was gorgeous, with fiery red hair, like mine, but wavier and like silk to the touch. Mama would always keep it in a casual pony tail, much to the other noble's dismay. Her eyes were a steel grey and innocent freckles were sprinkled across her face. Neely got her freckles and eyes, and I got her hair. How I would kill for a face like Mama's?
I remember the day she left us. It was sunny, the 15th of June. I was outside, playing tag with Zale and Neely. Father said it was improper for a girl at my age, I was then 10 years old, to be playing with boys. But Mama preferred me to play with them rather the noble's daughters who were spoiled and bratty, fearing that I would turn into them. We sat down on the grass a while, exhausted from the running when I saw Mama coming out of the house, a suitcase in her hand and a scowl plastered on her face, jumped into the cab and left, no goodbyes, nothing.
I don't blame Mama for leaving, I would have too. Father was not entirely faithful, having many mistresses and going behind her back. She had had enough and left.
At first, Mama would send me letters, telling me about how great her life is and about a man she found that loved her a lot. I was happy for her, being loved and all. But, after a while she started writing less and eventually stopped. The last time I had contact with Mama was two years ago.
O how I miss her. The way she used to hug me when I was sad, her long arms that made a barrier around me and made me feel safe.
After Mama left, everything became less out of order, and life became irritable. Neely, Zale, and I stayed close, only having each other. I always thought that our love for each other would keep us together, but we fell apart easily. Zale and Neely started to argue more and they made me choose sides. I of course didn't, but it hurt to see them that way.
And here we are now, far apart, and hating more then ever thought possible. I wonder what Mama would think, to see us this way? Neely said that she wouldn't care, that she had her own life now. But I don't think that, because no matter how far she runs, we, Neely and I, will always be her children and you can't run from that.
I stepped away from the window and started to raid through my closet for a shirt and pants. The shirt was slightly clingy and the pants were a bit too short, about up to my calves, but it wasn't like I was going outside anyway. I made sure to cover my damaged foot with thick socks that went past the ankles. My curly red hair was tied firmly to the back of my head, and a few ringlets escaped it with ease.
I limped to the door and grabbed my tool box, straightened my back and walked out.
Third Persons P.O.V
Olivia walked through the halls of the mansion, her eyes darting for any other presence. She tippy toed down the creaky staircase and went directly into the workshop. It was her private area, added after she discovered her love for rockets and technology. Olivia opened the door, switched on the lights and smiled.
There's nothing like the smell of metal. She walked to the metal table in the middle of the room and set the tool box on it. She opened it, searching for the right tool.
Screwdriver...No...Wrench...No… Pliers...hmm...I guess. Olivia grabbed the pliers and walked over to her desk. On the desk were layout plans and wires of all different sorts of varieties. She was personally an expert of knob and tube wiring, having wired the whole workshop by herself.
The idea of it was simple, knob and tube wiring consisted of single insulated copper conductors that run within wall or ceiling cavities, passing through joist and stud drill-holes using protective porcelain insulating tubes, and supported along their length on nailed-down porcelain knob insulators. Where conductors entered a wiring device such as a lamp or switch, they were protected by flexible cloth insulating sleeving. Wire splices in these installations were twisted for good mechanical strength, then soldered and wrapped with friction tape or made inside metal junction boxes.
It was just a matter of technique. You had to know your stuff to work with wires. Olivia sat down on her stool and sifted through sheets of papers, mainly Robert Goddard's reports that she had recently taken an interest in.
Study on rockets. It was another thing to put on her to-do list. Olivia, lost in her work, didn't hear the door open, nor did she hear a person enter. Her mind was wrapped up in equations and mechanics, the knowledge she lived for.
"I don't understand why you like this place, it's utterly disgusting, and at the moment, so are you" Olivia jumped and turned to see her step sister Susannah with an annoyed look on her face.
Olivia rolled her eyes and straightened her shirt unconsciously. "I don't know what you are talking about. This place is beautiful, it's my sanctuary. A place where I can get away from all the ugly." She replied hotly.
Susannah huffed and walked straight up to Olivia, her heels clicking on the floor. Her green eyes surveyed Olivia up and down before she snorted. Olivia gritted her teeth, clenching her hands to stop herself from pummeling this girl in front of her. She had no right at all to talk like that to her. Olivia was older and the first born girl, whilst Susannah was the second born girl, with blond strandy hair and small green eyes.
"Don't you have any respect for yourself Olivia, I mean look at how your dressed" Susannah grabbed a fistful of Olivia shirt, pulled it and let it go "You look like a hobo who lives on the street and your hair is absolutely horrendous"
Olivia grabbed Susannah's hand as she was going to pull her hair and led her to the door, being careful with her injured foot. She briskly pushed her out the door and closed it. She heard the screams and waited until they were over before she sighed and unlocked the door.
Olivia went back to her work, praying for no more distractions. Her hair was dismayed; her hands between a great amount of wires and her glasses were hanging loosely on her nose. She heard the door open for the second time and turned an angry look on her face, but immediately smiled when she saw Neely standing there with a tasty looking sandwich and water on a tray.
"Hey there Liv" Olivia got up from her chair and rolled her shoulders, getting the tension out of her back. She rubbed her hands carelessly on a rag on her desk and took off her glasses walking up to him with a smirk on her face.
"Is that me for me?" Olivia said the sweetest tone she could muster. Neely grimaced and shoved the tray into her hands.
"You know that when you talk like that it absolutely annoys me" He placed his hands on his hips and stared down at her tiny figure.
"So I guess this means you're sober" Olivia grinned and set down the tray to hug him. Neely shifted nervously, keeping his arms down while hers surrounded him.
"Will you let go of me or else I wont tell you the good news" Olivia quickly released and stared up at him with star shining eyes. Neely chuckled and wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder.
"Good, well I have just received news about a convention where inventors and well 'your people' get together and discuss mechanics. If you would like, I could tak—"
"YES YES YES Oh please take me to the convention Neely" Olivia screamed while her hands shook the broad shoulders that belonged to her brother. Neely merely nodded and she squealed. He instructed her that it was tonight and that she had to dress properly while eyeing her outfit.
He exited the room, leaving an excited Olivia with instructions to clean up the mess, also known as her workshop, and to start getting ready. She tied her curly red hair in a bun and got to work. By the time she was done, the room was spotless, she looked like a complete wreck, and there was only an hour left till the convention started.
Olivia hurried back to her room, limping without a care about who saw it. She quickly took a bath, scrubbing herself with scentless soap and running her hands through her hair that was incredibly tangled. She exited the bathroom and ran to her closet, throwing a blue dress on her bed while drying herself with a towel.
With her dress on, hair held in a green clip and scented of perfume, she walked slowly down the main staircase of the mansion and saw Neely and Zale at the end. Making sure no one was there, she then scurried down the stairs like a child running after a ball, and grabbed Neely's hands leading him towards the door. Neely recovered from the sudden shock at how fast his sister ran and held his ground. Olivia looked up in confusion.
"Slow down Liv, we have to wait" Neely lead her to the living room and sat her down while Zale stood at the doorway, leaning on the wall.
"Why? We might be late and if we are I will certainly kill you after the convention is over" She glared at Neely who held up his hands in defense.
"There are a few people from Germany who I have become acquainted to who are also interested in Mr. Goddard and I have decided that we should go with them. Now, we will wait here until they arrive. It won't be long Liv, calm down and relax before I nail you to the furniture to stop you from jumping"
Olivia froze and leaned back, letting her head rest on the back of the couch. Her thoughts were filled with quotes from Robert Goddard's reports and the rocket. She could imagine it, a ship soaring through the night sky. Olivia smiled wistfully and looked back to Zale, whose head was faced down, his jet black hair shadowing his face.
A few minutes passed, which seemed like hours to Olivia and finally a knock on the door was heard. She jumped up and ran to the door but was stopped by Zale who already had his hand on the knob.
The door opened to reveal a young man, about her age with platinum blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Talk about handsome.
Olivia saw Neely walk past her and greet the guest, his voice full of charm.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry, Alfons Heiderich, this is my sister, Olivia Nightingale"
Olivia let out an extended hand and Alfons took it, slightly bewildered by her straightforwardness. Her grip was strong, a working woman's hands, but her fingers were longs, obviously used in intricate situations. She smiled and released her grip, letting her hand fall to the side then grabbed her brother's coat, dragging him out the door.
"Olivia, this is completely outrageous, LET GO OF ME" Olivia shoved him inside the carriage that was waiting outside. Alfons looked wide eyed at the girl who was giving him a demanding stare. Alfons finally understood she wanted him to go inside.
"After you" She nodded and walked inside. Alfons took a few deep breaths, clearing his mind, for he knew this night would be hectic.
Okey dokey people what do you think? I know there is no Edward here, but that just means there will be in the next chapter. I would really love reviews so PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
By the way, there is a picture of what I based the looks of Olivia on. The actress is Rachel Hurd-Wood. She was in the movie Peter Pan. In the movie Perfume, she looks exactly like Olivia. There is a link for a pic of her on my profile. And there is a link for a pic of Zale too. If anyone would like to draw, please do!
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