/s/h/i/n/e/ through the dark [glow little Firefly]

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Firefly, Firefly, shine your light tonight


-face claim bonnie wright-

Emily -Elizabeth- Cole

I feel a stirring deep within…

My mama named me… Emily Elizabeth Cole
But everyone calls me… Firefly, Em, Emily, Ly (Lee), Sparky, Sunny, Starlight etc etc
I’ve been shining for… almost 14 years.
And I love to love… guys

The people who love to annoy me are… my mother, Emily Jane Cole, my father, Henry Wilson Cole, and my brother Adonis. Just Adonis.

… slowly picking up momentum…
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I am…

xFriendly (and a little naïve)

…like the tide coming to the shore, over and over in its course

Making friends has always been easy for me. My father says I get my charisma and charm from my mother—but he’s quite charming himself so I don’t know what he’s talking about. I had lots of friends at my old school. Getting along with others just comes so naturally, so I’m sure I’ll have new friends in no time. Hopefully I can make new ones but keep the ones back at my old school—though my mother says that’s not possible now that I’ve officially come into my own. I don’t believer her when she says my friends will be ‘surprised’ and possibly ‘horrified’ with what my family can do. She doesn’t know them. In fact, I don’t see why we can’t trust everyone with our gifts…

This feeling blazing inside…
Every nerve like a firefly

xConfident (with a bit of a temper)
Hovering above me.
Glow, glow, glowing divine

I’m comfortable within my own skin and I’m happy just the way I am. That doesn’t mean I don’t wish (every now and then) that I looked different or had a certain type of clothes. I’m a girl. That’s what we do. But all in all, I wouldn’t change a thing about me. I’m also one of those girls that will ask the guy out. I don’t want to sit around and wait to be asked—I have a mouth so I’m going to use it. I’m still deathly afraid of rejection. I guess all teenagers are.

Every nerve like a firefly
Every nerve like a firefly

Though I hate to contribute to the stereotype of “redheads are hotheads” in my case… it’s true. I lose my temper. I’ve tried to keep my cool but sometimes I just get mad! I’m not very intimidating and that just makes me even more infuriated. I wish people would stop looking at me as a little girl—especially my family. They still think I’m 10 or something. Guh. I HATE it when they do that—sorry… off track. I guess I tend to ramble too.
Every nerve like a firefly

xCourageous ( verging on stupidity)

This feeling emblazed inside
Every nerve like a firefly

I don’t look for trouble. Really, I don’t. At least, not in school. I always do my work then. But I suppose you could say that I get bored easily and I like excitement. So yes, I will explore the woods out back in the middle of winter when it’s hailing. And maybe I’ll be one to bend the rules and sneak out of my dorm when I should be sleeping. But I just don’t want to… waste my life. I don’t want to be locked up all the time. I need to breathe.

I never want to lose what I’ve finally found
There’s a new requiem
A new congregation

I was so happy to find out that I was different then others. I thought that maybe now that I had these superpowers (yes, I do call them superpowers. Sue me, I’m a closeted comic book geek.) I could really have a lot of fun. But instead I had to hide it (which is so so so so so hard) until I got shipped off to a school. So I guess I’m going to keep looking… for adventure. If trouble comes along with it, then I guess I’ll have to deal with it then.

And it’s telling me…
Go forward and walk
Under a brightersky

xSpecial Abiliy (a.k.a my superpowers)[/I]

Every nerve’s glowing like afirefly

What can I do? I glow.

My mom tells me that it’s much more than that but really, when you get down to it, that’s what I do. I feel so sorry for my brother, since my power is actually similar to his. His is called… energy absorption and distribution? Mine is called UV absorption and distribution. I got the better deal, though I suppose I’m not as powerful as him. I can only take in light energy, like a flower would, and usually it’s only from the sun. Fluorescent lights work too, but not very well. I suppose I just take it all in and then… well it has to get out somehow.

It’s not like I glow (my daddy says it’s more like shining. It can actually be subtler than that—imagine those angels on TV, how they have that light aura around them.) all the time. I’ve learned how to stop glowing and start glowing, though I can’t quite control it all the way yet. Like a lot of people’s powers, it’s tied to my emotions and usually if I’m happy or excited I’ll be glowing up a storm. But if I’m really sad, as my dad says, my light will go out.

But glowing is just my natural way of giving off the extra light energy that I collect. I’ve been experimenting and I can force most of the light to one part of my body, emiting it in little bursts. I can make a beam of light so far, so I’m very useful. Your own flashlight… kind of.

Once when I got really mad, I got very hot… and when I forced some of my light out it made the grass catch on fire. So I can start fires too. But I don’t know how yet. That just happened once…

I suppose I’ll learn more about my power as I go through my stay here at Solstice. Who knows what could happen.

xHair

I was born with bright red, ginger hair. Despite what everybody thinks, my hair is the reason my daddy started calling me Firefly. Not my power. (Though it fit so well, didn’t it?) As I’ve gotten older, it’s become a darker red. Thank goodness. I don't know what I would have done if I stayed a carrot top my entire life. I wear my red halo proudly now, keeping it long (it passes my shoulders by a few inches) and clean. I wear it down if I want to be fancier, but it's easier if I just keep it up in a pony.

xEyes

My eyes are bright blue, and honestly, they’re my favorite thing about myself. Adonis and I have almost the same colored eyes, but his are a lighter shade than mine. You couldn’t tell at first, but if we stand side by side and you look close enough, you'd notice his is icy and mine are... warmer. It's appropriate, isn't it?

xSkin

If I’m not busy glowing, my skin is fair, and I have a collection of freckles on my nose, cheeks, shoulders, arms… I’ve a very freckly person and I think that's a side effect of my power. Think about it-- what causes freckles? Sunlight. What's the main source of my power? Sunlight. But my time is spent glowing a lot. And that gives me a different look than most. Some find it down right creepy, and I've had a few boys tell me that I'm an exotic type of beautiful.

xHeight and Build

I’m a shortie—5 feet as I am right now. Though I suppose I’ll get taller, my mom is only 5’2, so I don’t have much hope. I’m only fourteen though. It might happen… right?
And yes, since I’m fourteen, I’m still really skinny. I don’t have curves. My breasts and hips refuse to develop properly. It will come with time. I don't have muscles either, so I'm just skinny and short, underweight and too lazy to try and work out. Well... twig legs can be somewhat attractive... maybe?

xHistory

“G’night my little firefly. Sleep tight, kay?” Daddy says as he tucks her in.

“Kay…” Emily is only six years old—her brother is 12 but he’s been sent away early. “Why is Don gone?” She whispers, imagining her brother who she loves so much—but her parents never let him touch her. She wonders why.

Daddy sighs but clears his throat. “Your brother is very… special. And he’s gone to a place where they can help him control his… specialness. Maybe one day you can see him. Maybe you’ll go too.”

“Is it good special or bad special?”

“Both. It’s not a bad place, Em. And Adonis’s special can be good if he learns how to use it.”

“Oh…” She sighs and sinks into her pillow. “I miss him already.”

“I know… we all do.”
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“Daddy, Daddy! DADDY LOOK.” Emily screamed as she rushed into the house. She is nine. “Daddy!”

The man comes rushing out of his room, a book in his hand—he looks both cross and worried at the same time. Emily is know to be melodramatic. “Sunshine, what are—holy shit.”

Emily doesn’t even giggle as he says one of the bad words. She just twirls around, light spilling from her clothes and skin and hair. It’s as if she’s brought the sunlight into her house. “The sun’s stuck on my clothes!”

“Holy shit.” He says again and then picks up the phone. He needs to call his wife to tell her about Emily.
--

Adonis is larger and sadder than she remembers.

It’s visiting week at Solstice and Emily has been glowing nonstop for two whole months. She’s been taken out of school for a ‘skin condition’ that’s highly contagious. She’s been invited to tour the Academy. And for the first time in three years, she gets to see her brother.

“Don, what’s wrong?”

The teenager grimaces and shifts in his chair, scooting away from her. “Dad will be angry at me if I told you.”

“Just tell me. I won’t say anything. I promise.” She zips her lips shut. Adonis seems hesitant but he leans forward ever so slightly, his voice low and whispery.

“This glowing thing that you do? I can do something too. Only it’s bad.”

Emily shivers.

“Very bad.”

“You’re here to be good.”

“I can’t be good. I’ve tried. This place took me a whole two years earlier because of my condition. And it’s getting worse.”

“What’s ‘it?’”

“This thing in me. I touch people and they get hurt. And… I like it.” Adonis looks troubled so he pulls away. “I… love it. The way it feels. So you see… I’m never going to come back. Dad says I’m going to but I can’t.”

Emily’s eyes fill with tears and suddenly, though she just found out why no one ever hugged him, she jumps on his lap and hugs him. “Nuh-uh!”

“Emily NO.” Adonis yelps and he pushes at her hand desperately but soon he groans and sinks back in his chair.

Emily feels strange.

She’s grown accustomed to the constant warmth that her light brings. But as she hugs her brother tightly, she notices that it starts to dim. With a frown, she picks up her hand and watches as the glow starts to flicker and then… it fades. It travels up her arms and down her hair until all her glowing is gone. But that’s it.

Adonis has his eyes shut and his lips are parted. She touches his cheek. His eyes open.

“That didn’t hurt.”

His eyes widen and he stares at her, up and down, up and down. He takes her hand and squeezes it very gently. “I don’t… understand… I thought…”

Emily just pouts because her glowing is gone and she feels kinda cold. She snuggles into Adonis’s warm chest. “You’re weird. But I love you anyway. And I think you’re wrong.”

That’s when their parents come in and start freaking out. Dad rushes to pull Emily off but she refuses to move. When the principal comes over, everyone seems to calm down a little bit.

“I believe I know what’s going on,” the principal says to Emily’s mother and father. “Adonis takes energy away. Emily absorbs massive amounts—she never runs out, I suppose. So Adonis’s power can’t keep up with Emily’s. His power’s working and hers it too… they’re just.. basically, canceling each other out. At least, that’s my theory. As Adonis grows older that might change—as his power seems to increase as he ages, it might take more than Emily can absorb. Though I don’t know why he was able to take her glow aw—nevermind. It’s coming back as we speak.”

Sure enough, a faint shine laced Emily. She giggled. “Yay.”

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