starfish ✴︎ - clarisse la rue

two. wonder how it feels to get mauled by a bull in underwear

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 the moment the car had started driving. Her three hours of sleep hitting her like a rock as the rain pattering on the car and the warm air hitting her dove her into a deep sleep. Percy had fallen asleep in the backseat as well, waking up moments before Rory had too because of a dream.

  As Sally wiped away her tears, she nudged Rory's shoulder, trying to wake the girl with no avail. Shaking her shoulder, she called her name, "Moon, come on, we're here."

  Rory still did not wake up, just shifting away from her mother. Sally sighed, unbuckling her seatbelt. This happened every time Rory fell asleep in the car.

  "Rory, come on." Sally said, grabbing onto both of Rory's shoulders and shaking them. Percy watched the scene unfold, watching as his sister groaned and whined awake, slapping her mother's hands away and she tried to go back to sleep, but Sally wouldn't let her as she kept booping her noise, trying to annoy her awake.

  "What." Rory whined out, her eyes opened, looking at her mother.

  "We're here. Leaving on three, come on." Sally said, nodding with Percy.

  "I'd rather walk in the rain than run." Rory muttered as Sally did the countdown, Percy opening the door before her and both of them running out to the cabin. Rory did in fact end up walking in the rain after she almost slipped on rocks.

When Rory had walked into the house after being completely soaked from head to toe, she was greeted to Sally and Percy talking at the kitchen counter. Making a rather loud entrance, they turned to her, "The next time I'm sleeping in the car and it's raining, just leave me inside of it."

"We would, but after that incident when you were six, I doubt you would survive again." Sally said, a smile on her face as Rory walked to them, pushing her daughter's wet and soppy blonde hair out of her face.

Rory has always been a heavy sleeper, and Sally hated whenever she would fall asleep in the car. So, after one of the multiple times that Sally had to physically wake Rory up from her sleep in the car, a very grouchy six year old Rory had told Sally to just leave her in the car while it's raining so she could sleep peacefully.

  When Sally did as an experiment the next time Rory had fallen asleep in the car, she was greeted with a very hysterical Rory cry for her in the car as she screamed for Sally to get her out of there. Percy still makes fun of that event in history, even if he was only three years old.

  "Mom. I need to talk to you about something." Percy said, pulling the two away from their small conversation, Sally nodding at her son.

  The three of them made their way to the couch in front of the small fire place, Sally sitting on Percy's right side with one hand supporting her head as Rory sat on Percy's left, her knees pressed to her chest as her head rested on her knees.

  "I'm used to feeling weird. I'm used to the world feeling weird to me." Percy said, making Rory look at her brother with a frown. She hated when he felt that way, but she knew she couldn't do anything to stop that. That's what she hated the most, she couldn't do anything to stop it.

  "Like a puzzle with half the wrong pieces. I try to pay attention. I really try, but... then I'm daydreaming. I can't help it. But lately...it hasn't felt like daydreaming. It's felt... I don't know. More real, maybe? And then we were at the museum and..." Percy said, Rory finally getting a glimpse on what had happened at the museum.