[heads or tails & fairytales] -- [domino] -- [open to all]

Posts : 20 Joined TLP : 2009-05-24

They say Wendy Widow had a web
With all the world upon't

Ho hum, bored again. Same old story, same old song, and the same young pup stomping her way through the flowers. Up, down. Down, up. Thud, thud, thud. Domino stamped her petite paws against the bonny bright heads of the flowers beaming up at her from their grassy beds. Her little black-spattered brow scrunched up in a fierce frown that perfectly matched her pouting lips. It wasn’t that she hated flowers –not entirely, at least – it was more that she hated the way they looked. So colorful and carefree, swaying cheerfully as if to say the day was absolutely perfect. As if the whole world were absolutely perfect. And though the sky was the brightest blue she’d ever seen and the grass greener than her own green eye, Domino doubted. She was positive that the world was anything but perfect. It had to be flawed somehow, she reasoned. If the world was perfect, why then there would be no sadness! No fear or pain or loneliness, she thought with a tinge of sorrow. And absolutely no madness to speak of. The thought made Domino even sadder. No madness meant no dead Mommy and Daddy. No madness meant a happy family. But the longer she thought on this, the more Domino came to realize that no madness in the world…would mean no Domino at all. For even if her parents had been sane, what proof was there that they still would have chosen one another? That they would have had a daughter just like Domino?

Impossible, Domino thought, tossing her little head to shake the dark, cloudy, cobweb-y thoughts from her brain. Ab-so-lute-ly impossible. In all the stories she’d ever heard about her parents whispered cruelly behind her back, it had always been said that her parents chose to breed together because they were crazed psychopaths incapable of rational thought. They also said her mother “slept around,” which Domino didn’t quite understand (She, herself, never slept in the same spot twice, especially not when she was travelling. How silly would that be? You’d have to always come back to it!), but the mean-spirited, gossiping bitches attributed it to her odd, freakish coloring. Freakish. The word stung though Domino didn’t really know what that word meant either. It must be something bad though, because of the way they spat it at her as she walked past. Freak! they would hiss. Devil’s child! It made the odd little pup cry, though she always felt more confused than sad. She knew she was different, but she could never quite piece together how being different made her a bad girl. The other mothers praised their sons and daughters for being “unique.” But Domino wasn’t “unique.” She was a freak. And freaks aren’t loved like everyone else. This, above all else, Domino understood. She ceased her angry stomping and hung her head with a defeated sigh. Perhaps this was the way things were meant to be…Perhaps she was destined to be freakish and lonely forever.

Ah, but what's this? Birdsong high and sweet, floated becomingly through the air and right into the little fae's eager ears. Domino smiled, her tail wagging joyously. She cast her two-toned eyes about for the source of the sound (left, right, right, left) and just when it seemed she couldn't find it -- There! -- she spotted a little wren sitting upon a large rock, twittering harmonously. Her musical laughter was so inviting Domino shortly found herself scampering through the bobbing buds and shoulder-high grass with leaps and bounds, singing her own song to accompany the wren.
Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
With each hop, hop, hop, Domino appropriately bounded forward toward the bird, inky tail switching back and forth gaily. She looked the very image of youth, frolicking about in the flowers, singing as high and sweet as the little wren she admired. Domino's hopes had soared; to simply have something to talk to - a living something - would be miraculous to her. But to share a melody, a rhythm and a cadence of musical sounds trickling forward from their lips, a lyrical waterfall, now that was a true pleasure that transcended mere companionship. But alas, her exuberance was not shared by the bird. By the time Domino bounded her way to the sun-warmed rock, it was utterly vacant. The scrawny little whelp turned her head this way and that, searching fruitlessly for the sweet little songbird she'd been so looking forward to meeting. A faint and faraway chirping reached her; her ears twitched and she looked up into the blazing blue sky. A little wren was fluttering away, a tiny brown blot against the sky, soaring away upon its melody. Domino's glass heart cracked a little more, but didn't break - not yet. With every loss, it got a little closer to collapsing in upon itself, but it refused to do such a violent thing as shatter. Climbing up to sit on the rock, Domino watched the wren flap away to join another little bird. She watched them twirl together, spiraling and tumbling effortlessly in midair together. It looked so beautiful. So utterly carefree. . .

And I was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.
She whispered the words to herself, lying down with a heartfelt sigh. She wished she had wings like that lucky little bird. More than anything, Domino wished she could fly away to a place that's warm and safe and beautiful where nothing hurts and nothing bleeds and no one says horrible things or calls harmless little pups awful names and everything is perfect. But Domino knows more than anyone else that such a place does not exist. Perfection is only a fairytale. And who believes in silly old fairytales, anyway? Domino sniffed, wrinkling her wet black nose. She doesn't believe in them, that's for sure. She knows better. But sometimes - only sometimes, mind - she wishes that she did. Just so she could know what it's like to believe that a knight in shining armor would find her, sweep her off her feet, and love her for every single day of their 'Happily Ever After' lives. A voice in the back of her mind scoffs at this and Domino doesn't bother trying to figure out which of her ghostly companions is mocking her this time. 'Knights in shining armor don't fall in love with freaks like you,' the voice sneers, and Domino nods silently. It's right, after all. What knight in his right mind would love a freak? Knights were supposed to love beautiful princesses and damsels in distress. But not freaks. Not awkward little pups like Domino. Girls like her weren't destined for anything, especially not love.

But Foolish Fred, he broke a thread
&& the world went tumbling from't

The Spider;; Domino Effect
The Fly;; _____
The Web;; 1176
The Postscript;; Anyone is welcome to post; I figured I would take Dom to neutral ground to find her home since I don't imagine a terrified, psychotic, and anti-social puppy wandering into someone's territory would go over very well for either party. xD So if anyone's interested in her, please post! :3

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