hiya Kiki here. Yes, i told you the last chapter was short, so I hope this chapter is longer. God, i really need to get a freaking structure up for this all... if i was sane, i'd do that. *-* This chapter can be pretty gay... i dunno you read and find out. dont worry!! i promise more action and adventure in later stuff (hence the rating!!) ya... im pretty dull, but wathcya gonna do bout that? *coughs into an audience of quietness* here it is!! the chpt is divided into 2 parts. and id appreciate more song ideas, ppl, (who ever's reading this ^-^)
-lots of love *muah*
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In the world where the angels closed the final passageways to other worlds and realms, a girl with dark brown-and-blonde locks walked down the streets of a withered Oxford. Her chin, without her knowing it, was held up from a look she had obtained so long ago from her childhood lover, whom always lived on in her troubled memories.
She was sixteen, and seemed to have a secretive stride in her movement. Occasionally, a golden-red marten walked alongside her, and quickly disappeared through the roofs and buildings. Normally, they would have made sure if there were people around, but the streets were so desolate.
If one was to look into the girl's deep ocean-blue eyes, they would see a filmy sorrow enclosing her pupils, one which was deeply marked into her soul and which would never leave.
The pine marten, her dæmon, climbed down from one of the old buildings.
"Where we heading, Lyra?" he asked.
"I dunno... I just needed some fresh air, Pan... North Oxford sure is strange," Lyra said as she scanned the neighborhood.
Four years had gone by since a Dame Hannah Relf had invited Lyra to attend her boarding school, St. Sophia's Women's College. Lyra and Pan had accepted, and this was their first year at a school full of students their own age -something they never had- and the scholarship to study Lyra's second passion, the alethiometer. Oh, how she wished she could climb those hard levels of meanings that she once she could read so gracefully. Her thoughts slowly drifted away to the days when she used to read such a confusing instrument...
As she looked up into the cloudy sky, she thought about Will for the infinite time. Her throat felt scratchy, but she could cry no more. She couldn't produce any more tears, for she had been shedding them every day since the day she was torn apart from the one person who shared her heart, and her love. There were no more tears left inside her tortured body.
"I love you, Will Parry..." Lyra whispered as her heart thrashed inside of her. She put her rough hand to her chest.
"Oh, Pan, my heart. I wonder, does it ever stop hurting when I think back to Will? It hurts me just as much as when I was separated from you..." Lyra said in a barely audible voice.
"Lyra... I know how you feel," and he curled around her frail shoulders. Lyra thought that Pan was the only thing that kept her going, and she embraced the warmth his fur produced.
She stopped by the stoop of an ancient, boarded-up building. She didn't feel like returning back to school just yet, where the girls lived magnificent, normal lives. She wanted to be alone...
As the sky poured down its merciless rain, Lyra and her beloved companion, Pantalaimon, walked up the stairs and sat under the shade of the doorway. They curled up together and sobbed, tearless, with such agonizing hurt. The world was crying with sorrow, just as the young woman and her dæmon felt.
"Oh, Will, I love you so much, that it's hurting me inside ..."
* * *
A sixteen-year-old boy sat in the passenger seat of his friend's car, listening to her talk. He was slumped down, with his knees propped up against the old dashboard. His dark brown hair swayed with every breath he took. His eyes were the most remarkable part of his features- such full of pain, longing, and hurt, that no human alive could bear to know what had caused such sadness. Next to him sat his dæmon, a cat so beautiful and full of dark, subtle colors, that one could get lost trying to name them all. Both the boy and his dæmon had strong bodies, yet they were so frail and rough...
"... and I also have this experiment Oliver and I are working on, about parallel atoms, like quantum entanglement and such, though I'm not sure it's going to work out, but you know how persistent he is. Men..." Mary Malone sighed and sneaked a glance at Will.
"I wish you'd say something, Will, so I know you're at least alive," Mary said as she turned her rusted Mini Cooper onto Sunderland Avenue.
Will's heart suddenly lurched as he laid eyes on this road again. He felt the tears starting to swell up behind his eyes, but since the two years of letting them flow helplessly, he had learned hard to control them. He felt the thousand knives prick into his dying heart as he thought of his one love that was so close to him, where their worlds merged from vast distances, yet they remained unnoticed by each other.
"I love you, my dear Lyra..." he thought to himself. He couldn't stand it at all. Kirjava, the cat purring softly next to him, rubbed her head against his chest to remind him that she felt the same, too. Will felt the slightest comfort that he had a companion who would share his pain, and not turn away and hide.
Will knew that if he had never stumbled across that window under the hornbeam trees, he would have never met Lyra... And, well, he couldn't possibly imagine what it would have been like not meeting someone as amazing as her. He moved his head up and looked at the clouds that rolled past the windshield. He wanted to smile- but it was as if happiness had left him when he lost his Lyra- as he thought of that night in the café when he first met his brave love. Oh, he loved her so much, that it almost killed him.
Will thought that the passing clouds were mocking him. No matter how close they kept driving towards them, the clouds never got any closer. That's just how Will and Lyra were so cruelly separated.... Their worlds merged together, in shimmering transparencies, yet they remained unnoticed by each other.
Outside, the rain started pouring hard onto the hood of the car. It was quiet in the little car. Mary didn't know what else to say. It was such a dark day, just how Will and Kirjava always felt.
Mary didn't need to ask what was bothering Will. He had undergone so many struggles, that no man alive could have ever witnessed. He also lost what was probably the only love of his life, who loved him just as much and became a wonderful companion to him. She felt as helpless as him, for she didn't know how to comfort this strong, troubled young man. Oh, but she loved him like a brother, though she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes, for she felt that the sorrow and pain in them could pierce her soul open. That was just how Serafina Pekkala had felt when she had discussed Will with Ruta Skadi. Dr. Malone felt the tears nagging at her eyes, for such sadness was contagious.
Will sat in his seat, astonished that after four painful, long years, his love for Lyra hadn't burned down.
"I love you, Lyra Silvertongue, and I'm never going to rest until you're here with me..."
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"Last time I talked to you/ You were lonely and out of place/ You were looking down on me/ Lost out in space/ Laid underneath the stars/ Strung out and feeling grey/ Watch the riddles glow/ Watch them float away...
Down here in the atmosphere/ Garbage and city lights/ You gotta save your tired soul/ You gotta save our lives/ Turn on the radio/ To find you on satellite/ I'm waiting for the sky to fall/ I'm waiting for a sign
Hope you remember me/ When you're homesick and need a change/ I miss your purple hair/ I miss the way you taste/ I know you'll come back someday/ On a bed of nails I wait/ I'm praying that you don't burn out/ Or fade away/
You're falling out of reach/ Defying gravity/ I know you're out there/ Somewhere out there...."
-Our Lady Peace "Somewhere Out There"
Gahhhhh watchya think?? omg i f***in love that goddamn song. i think it describes will and lyra perfectly!! anyways, im tired of you people who read and dont review! oh, wait, im one of you guys -.- grrrness. Didjya know there's such things as quantum entanglement?? (rest assured i didn't make that up ^-^) *yawns like a lion* im sleepy.... im starting to work on the other chapters. to keep up the "suspense":
*deep man's voice*
Will Lyra and Will ever meet? Will Mary Malone and Oliver Payne stumble acrosse something important? Will the world ever return to normal? What is normal? And why the hell am I asking you all thses questions?
Read the next chapter to find out *dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn* *blurry lights flicker on and off*
OOOOooooo i so need a life -.-
-lots of love *muah*
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In the world where the angels closed the final passageways to other worlds and realms, a girl with dark brown-and-blonde locks walked down the streets of a withered Oxford. Her chin, without her knowing it, was held up from a look she had obtained so long ago from her childhood lover, whom always lived on in her troubled memories.
She was sixteen, and seemed to have a secretive stride in her movement. Occasionally, a golden-red marten walked alongside her, and quickly disappeared through the roofs and buildings. Normally, they would have made sure if there were people around, but the streets were so desolate.
If one was to look into the girl's deep ocean-blue eyes, they would see a filmy sorrow enclosing her pupils, one which was deeply marked into her soul and which would never leave.
The pine marten, her dæmon, climbed down from one of the old buildings.
"Where we heading, Lyra?" he asked.
"I dunno... I just needed some fresh air, Pan... North Oxford sure is strange," Lyra said as she scanned the neighborhood.
Four years had gone by since a Dame Hannah Relf had invited Lyra to attend her boarding school, St. Sophia's Women's College. Lyra and Pan had accepted, and this was their first year at a school full of students their own age -something they never had- and the scholarship to study Lyra's second passion, the alethiometer. Oh, how she wished she could climb those hard levels of meanings that she once she could read so gracefully. Her thoughts slowly drifted away to the days when she used to read such a confusing instrument...
As she looked up into the cloudy sky, she thought about Will for the infinite time. Her throat felt scratchy, but she could cry no more. She couldn't produce any more tears, for she had been shedding them every day since the day she was torn apart from the one person who shared her heart, and her love. There were no more tears left inside her tortured body.
"I love you, Will Parry..." Lyra whispered as her heart thrashed inside of her. She put her rough hand to her chest.
"Oh, Pan, my heart. I wonder, does it ever stop hurting when I think back to Will? It hurts me just as much as when I was separated from you..." Lyra said in a barely audible voice.
"Lyra... I know how you feel," and he curled around her frail shoulders. Lyra thought that Pan was the only thing that kept her going, and she embraced the warmth his fur produced.
She stopped by the stoop of an ancient, boarded-up building. She didn't feel like returning back to school just yet, where the girls lived magnificent, normal lives. She wanted to be alone...
As the sky poured down its merciless rain, Lyra and her beloved companion, Pantalaimon, walked up the stairs and sat under the shade of the doorway. They curled up together and sobbed, tearless, with such agonizing hurt. The world was crying with sorrow, just as the young woman and her dæmon felt.
"Oh, Will, I love you so much, that it's hurting me inside ..."
* * *
A sixteen-year-old boy sat in the passenger seat of his friend's car, listening to her talk. He was slumped down, with his knees propped up against the old dashboard. His dark brown hair swayed with every breath he took. His eyes were the most remarkable part of his features- such full of pain, longing, and hurt, that no human alive could bear to know what had caused such sadness. Next to him sat his dæmon, a cat so beautiful and full of dark, subtle colors, that one could get lost trying to name them all. Both the boy and his dæmon had strong bodies, yet they were so frail and rough...
"... and I also have this experiment Oliver and I are working on, about parallel atoms, like quantum entanglement and such, though I'm not sure it's going to work out, but you know how persistent he is. Men..." Mary Malone sighed and sneaked a glance at Will.
"I wish you'd say something, Will, so I know you're at least alive," Mary said as she turned her rusted Mini Cooper onto Sunderland Avenue.
Will's heart suddenly lurched as he laid eyes on this road again. He felt the tears starting to swell up behind his eyes, but since the two years of letting them flow helplessly, he had learned hard to control them. He felt the thousand knives prick into his dying heart as he thought of his one love that was so close to him, where their worlds merged from vast distances, yet they remained unnoticed by each other.
"I love you, my dear Lyra..." he thought to himself. He couldn't stand it at all. Kirjava, the cat purring softly next to him, rubbed her head against his chest to remind him that she felt the same, too. Will felt the slightest comfort that he had a companion who would share his pain, and not turn away and hide.
Will knew that if he had never stumbled across that window under the hornbeam trees, he would have never met Lyra... And, well, he couldn't possibly imagine what it would have been like not meeting someone as amazing as her. He moved his head up and looked at the clouds that rolled past the windshield. He wanted to smile- but it was as if happiness had left him when he lost his Lyra- as he thought of that night in the café when he first met his brave love. Oh, he loved her so much, that it almost killed him.
Will thought that the passing clouds were mocking him. No matter how close they kept driving towards them, the clouds never got any closer. That's just how Will and Lyra were so cruelly separated.... Their worlds merged together, in shimmering transparencies, yet they remained unnoticed by each other.
Outside, the rain started pouring hard onto the hood of the car. It was quiet in the little car. Mary didn't know what else to say. It was such a dark day, just how Will and Kirjava always felt.
Mary didn't need to ask what was bothering Will. He had undergone so many struggles, that no man alive could have ever witnessed. He also lost what was probably the only love of his life, who loved him just as much and became a wonderful companion to him. She felt as helpless as him, for she didn't know how to comfort this strong, troubled young man. Oh, but she loved him like a brother, though she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes, for she felt that the sorrow and pain in them could pierce her soul open. That was just how Serafina Pekkala had felt when she had discussed Will with Ruta Skadi. Dr. Malone felt the tears nagging at her eyes, for such sadness was contagious.
Will sat in his seat, astonished that after four painful, long years, his love for Lyra hadn't burned down.
"I love you, Lyra Silvertongue, and I'm never going to rest until you're here with me..."
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"Last time I talked to you/ You were lonely and out of place/ You were looking down on me/ Lost out in space/ Laid underneath the stars/ Strung out and feeling grey/ Watch the riddles glow/ Watch them float away...
Down here in the atmosphere/ Garbage and city lights/ You gotta save your tired soul/ You gotta save our lives/ Turn on the radio/ To find you on satellite/ I'm waiting for the sky to fall/ I'm waiting for a sign
Hope you remember me/ When you're homesick and need a change/ I miss your purple hair/ I miss the way you taste/ I know you'll come back someday/ On a bed of nails I wait/ I'm praying that you don't burn out/ Or fade away/
You're falling out of reach/ Defying gravity/ I know you're out there/ Somewhere out there...."
-Our Lady Peace "Somewhere Out There"
Gahhhhh watchya think?? omg i f***in love that goddamn song. i think it describes will and lyra perfectly!! anyways, im tired of you people who read and dont review! oh, wait, im one of you guys -.- grrrness. Didjya know there's such things as quantum entanglement?? (rest assured i didn't make that up ^-^) *yawns like a lion* im sleepy.... im starting to work on the other chapters. to keep up the "suspense":
*deep man's voice*
Will Lyra and Will ever meet? Will Mary Malone and Oliver Payne stumble acrosse something important? Will the world ever return to normal? What is normal? And why the hell am I asking you all thses questions?
Read the next chapter to find out *dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn* *blurry lights flicker on and off*
OOOOooooo i so need a life -.-
