Peaches, pt. 7

Fiction By Erin // 1/14/2012

 *A/N* Okay, so I wrote this last night in a crazy book-happy writing frenzy (which happened because I posted how much I loved Reckless on Cornelia Funke's Reckless facebook page, and she replied!!!!!!!). I'm trying to reveal more of David's past, but I haven't written much of this lately, so I was having trouble getting into his skin. So, sorry if his mood changes weirdly or if either he or Marie are acting out of character. Constructive criticism would be great. :)

 
 
Rebecca was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made a man, mortal or not, go weak at the knees and faint in the mind.
            He-David was his name, he remembered-watched Marie go into the cabinet. She smiled at him before she went in, her eyes less distrustful than before. He smiled back, his muscles unused to such movement.
            He sighed and sank down in a chair, holding his head in his hands. Did he do the right thing? Would this get him back into the good graces with the Gods? He lifted his head as the most terrifying question came to him. If she did remember, would she want to be with him. She walked back in. She had pulled her frizzy brown hair back in a pony tail and tossed a loose brown shirt and pants on, along with supple leather shoes.
 
            She eyed him unsurely. “Are you all right?” David nodded. A pimple had grown on her chin, but this was one of the many imperfections that he liked about her.
           
Rebecca’s blue eyes cut into him when he entered the room. Then, her smooth, spotless face eased into a smile. “You came.”
           
David stood up. “Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked. His head was too full.
            Marie shrugged. “Do you have any food?”
            “We can get that on the walk,” he said. “There are lots of peach trees.”
            Her eyes lit up at “peach.” “Let’s walk then,” she said eagerly.
            They left the cave, and David stealing glances at Marie. Freckles dotted her nose. Her eyes were green, like spring grass. She had light smile lines around her mouth. Her eyebrows were so thin that they were barely there. Her nose curved upward.
            This time Marie was more capable climbing down the rocks. She kept up without a word, and she was barely breathing heavily by the time they were back down.
            “Where do we go?”
 
“Where do we go from here, Rebecca?” he asked, almost pleading. Rebecca leaned further back in her chair. Her brow was furrowed in thought, but it only enhanced her beauty. One hand played with the golden chain around her neck and the other smoothed her multicolored skirt.
“Why don’t you answer that?” she said with a smile, seeming satisfied with her answer.
 
David pressed his fingers against his own temples. “Go left, left. Stay by the base of the rock.” Marie pursed her lips and gave him a sideways glance before turning to the said direction.
David trailed behind, his head pounding with regrets, guilt, and memories.
 
He sighed. “They will find out,” he told her, though in her presence he knew he never really wanted to leave. Rebecca knew of her power over him, she knew how to use it. He tried to seem impassive when he spoke. “Bad things will happen to both of us.”
Even Rebecca couldn’t deny this. Her blue eyes were deep in thought for a few moments. Then she stood, her skirt falling to her ankles, and she slowly strode towards him, her glow engulfing him. She put a hand on his cheek, and he knew it was over. There would be no argument, no stopping. She smelled like peaches, fresh peaches.
 
David took a shaky breath. Marie had stopped ahead of him, turned around with her hands on her hips.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re being really slow,” she called. David quickened his pace and caught up with her. “Where are the peach trees?” Marie asked. David looked up and all he saw was a barren landscape.
“Just keep going,” he said shortly, his head throbbing. Marie’s eyes narrowed at his sharpness, some of her old mistrustfulness rising to the surface again.
 
“They’re going to hurt us,” he murmured feebly, smelling the peaches. Rebecca shushed him and pressed her lips against his for only a second, a second of unbelievable energy. Then she took her hand from his cheek and stepped back with a soothing smile.
“Everything’s going to be fine.”
 
“I don’t see any peach trees, David,” Marie said. He looked up.
“Just a little farther,” he muttered. Marie shrugged and started to walk again, and then froze and spun on her heel to face him.
“What’s wrong with you?” she snapped.
“What? I’m fine,” he said, alarmed by her tone.
“I’m remembering things, I’m making an effort to get to know you, and now you’re treating me like I’m not even here!” she shouted.
“I’m sorry—I just, I—I don’t know,” he stammered.
“Well, quit! I’m trying to help you,” she said. She looked furious, her green eyes blazing, her cheeks flushed bright red, her bushy hair that he adored flying astray. Then, without even thinking, he strode right up to her, put a hand behind her head, and kissed her quickly on the cheek. It made him feel lighter than he ever had with Rebecca. She took a startled step back, now looking more shocked than angry.
“I know. I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me,” he said quietly. He felt his face heating up.
            Marie swallowed and touched her cheek. “All right, then. Um, let’s get those peaches,” she said, and just before she turned around and marched ahead, David swore he saw her smile.

Comments

OMG!!!!!!!!!

I LOVED IT!!! THIS MUST BE THE BEST CHAPTER YET!!!!  THIS WAS FANTASTIC!!! I loved the flash backs, I hope you explain a bit more about Rebbeca as the story goes along... I loved how Marie was acting! LOL! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE LAST PART! *squeal* YAYAY!!! LOVED IT!

Please post more, please, please, please, please sunday with a peach on top! :-D

Write on!

Kassady | Sat, 01/14/2012

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!

 I don't like Rebecca. And

 I don't like Rebecca. And personally I don't think David should have kissed Marie while he's obviously tied up in memories of someone else... or just tied up in memories, full stop. But that's not necessarily a criticism of the story - I think the characters have a long way to go.

That's awesome about Cornelia Funke, by the way! Reckless has been on my booklist for ages; I'd better get a move on.

Anna | Tue, 01/17/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Thanks to both of you! Yeah,

Thanks to both of you! Yeah, David's in kind of a weird place. I don't like Rebecca either, which is strange since he liked her so much. Reckless is one of my favorite books ever-and it's part of a series. :D I can't wait for the next one to come out, it's being translated! So yes, you should definitely read it.

Erin | Wed, 01/18/2012

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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