Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 15, 2009 16:59:52 GMT -5
Oh look, written things! I decided a bit ago to write little stories of several different characters. I didn't use prompts or anything. *shrugs* <3 but here they are.
He was sitting in the dimly lit establishment alone and in the corner. He had been coming to the same place for years, and he had never actually ordered anything beyond a glass of water. For whatever reason they hadn't kicked him out yet. He had just about everything covered, and probably looked like the shadiest thing in the entire place. And yet the waiters or waitresses just let him be.
He didn't want to go home yet, even though all his errands were done he wasn't expected back for a long while. And he just... wanted to get away a little longer.
He had been staring at the Cards in the place. None of them where Highlanders, and none of them took notice of him. He continued to do what he always did. It was an utterly useless habit, and he had no particular need for it. And yet it was the only thing that could get his mind off of the mess that he had gotten himself in--no, that he was thrown in from birth.
A sigh escaped him as he traced the line again with the stubby crayon he had found. The image of the card across the room was almost fully rendered on the square of the napkin. It took him 30 minutes to sketch a somewhat realistic rendering. Sketch. Lightly. Not having hands slowed things down, but after doing this for years he seemed to get better. "Better." As good as someone without hands can get without formal training. And it's not like he could do anything with it. It didn't wash the dishes, it didn't save him grief, and it ceritnly didn't get Igni back or save his sweet sister.
The rabbit started to shade around the figure. Perhaps... one day he would become the thing he hated so much. And whisk Igni away. His sister too. And maybe he would find Aimili. That would be nice... impossible but nice. Then he wouldn't have to deal with fearing for his life all the time. Or maybe it would be worse... just in a different way. But at least... at least he could have freedom. And love. He wouldn't just have to look at Igni in awe... he could actually show her what she meant to him.
But he was still nothing. No one. Just a piece of property.
"That's really good!"
He jumped, his head snapped around to stare in wide eyed panic and surprise. Someone had noticed him. After all these years why now? It was an Avington. Woman. Some sort of weird cat. "Uh... thank you?" he said as he started to edge away.
"I've never seen someone make something so realistic with out hands. How long have you been drawing?"
Nope. This wasn't going to happen. The Rabbit slipped out of the chair, ignoring the woman's protests. He simply walked out, leaving her with the drawing and the utensil. Once he was outside and put a good distance between him and the little restaurant he sat down, his back leaning up against a tree.
Why did he leave the paper there? The pictures of Igni and Nadja were among the strangers he observed. When people found it, what would they think? Would they know from looking that they were rabbits? No... he wasn't such a good artist.
He was just a piece of property that was trying to find a dream.
Eilwyn: Waiting at the Door
The eagle had slipped out of bed yet again. Night after night he would tear himself away from Elyse so he could sit near the door to their apartment.
Eilwyn was waiting for someone who would never come. He knew it, and yet he still hoped. How couldn't he?
Since the day his Father died he had waited by the door during the night. He would sit and hope. Pray. Wait. Dad would knock on the door, and he would come in and have tea.
And yet he wouldn't. He was gone. He was gone like his mother was gone. Mom. Why hadn't he just said she wouldn't be coming back at the time? Why didn't he just say come out and say it? Now he couldn't. He had only left a note. A tear stained apology that left him with more questions than answers.
And Zane was upset. So he couldn't talk to him. Everyone was upset... but none of them were willing to comfort his fears like Zane used to. He could talk to Elyse but why bother her when she worked so hard?
He curled up tighter as he looked at the door. His eyes were slowly fading out of focus. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. But he wanted to stay and watch the door, and wait. Dad would walk through that door any moment with a smile on his face....
Tap. Tap.
Eilwyn bolted up right and jumped for the door. He whipped it open with wide eyes, not sure of what to expect. He pulled back when his vision adjusted to the dark.
It was Ez, he was holding Eurwen in his arms. He was crying... how did Eurwen get out? What happened? What was.... oh no....
"ELYSE!"
Linnea, Falks and Ben: Shy Introductions
He peered in through the door. Ben's head followed.
Linnea peered at them back.
A rather horrible squeaking sound escaped Falks as he darted around the door to hurry out of view. Benedict, however stayed in sight. He was too curious not to stare back.
Linnea slowly walked forward. They really were strange. Daddy said that she shouldn't associate with them... but still. She was curious. Why did Falks have a skull on his butt? And why was that skull an actual talking person?
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she reached out a paw to touch Ben.
He moved away slightly. "Hello! You're Linnea right?"
She nodded. "Yep! And you're Benedict and your brother is... Falk... Falk...Falkenhayn! And the other one is Vaska! He has an easy name."
"It's nice to meet you," Ben said with a bob of his head. Falks remained around the corner, silently panicking. What if someone found them talking to Linnea? What if Pale found them? He would probably chop both their heads off!
Linnea peered around the door, as he watched the bipedal boy in the straight jacket press against the floor. He looked uncomfortable, and Ben seemed to be rather ashamed of his brother. She couldn't really tell since... he had no real face. But he didn't seem happy about his brother. The squirrel slipped out of the room and walked around to his front. His eyes were closed and he was still shivering slightly. Benedict hovered over him.
Carefully Linnea pressed her knows against his. His was a lot bigger, being leaf shaped and all.
Falks froze. His eyes slowly opened to see who was touching him. His eyes locked on the squirrels.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully, remaining where she was.
"H-hi...." He could feel himself blushing... thankfully no one would ever be able to see that.
"It's nice to meet you! Want to play?"
Benedict nudged his brother's shoulder.
"Okay!" Falkenhayn blurted out.
Rosewood: Hidden Past
Rosewood traced his finger over the small leather bound book. He briefly wrapped his arms around it.
Rogers wasn't home. He knew exactly why. Either way he was alone. Lonely. He just had the little leather book to keep him company.
He glanced at the picture on the wall. The smile. The cheerful look on her face. He knew it was all fake. His grandmother had always been a troubled woman. A wanderer who was furious that her daughter had given up the life to stay in one place. She had been thrilled about having a grandson.
And then she told him the story of an Outside world. A place where a Card could find their dreams. She had only been there once, and she had an affair with someone on the outside. That's how his mother was born... and how he also had an Uncle.
An Esterberry. They never really admitted they were related. The man had grown up known his heritage, but avoiding it. When Rosewood had appeared begging for a place to stay so he could go to school... the man hadn't willingly opened his arms. It was his daughter who had.
Neither of them asked why he had left.
No one did. No one every asked about his family either. It was strange. One day someone was going to pressure him about it, and he wouldn't be able to tell them the truth.
He opened to the first page, bloody fingerprints were smeared across it. The words weren't readable. He turned the page to look at the comforting handwriting.
Maybe it was fine if no one knew what happened....
Harold smacked his head against the table. Really. He had worked so hard and all he had to show for it was... nothing.
It wasn't a shock. He had always turned up short. Not by much, but a tiny bit. Life just enjoyed messing with him. Things would go right and then they would just fall apart right in front of him.
So why... was he getting a second chance? He couldn't help but wonder. Who had saved them? What was powerful enough to.... make things so very complicated?
One day everything would be all right though. One day he was going to be able to be by her side. They would be happy together. His dream would finally come. "Felaria... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not good enough."
He sighed as he sat back up. He had to return all these books to the library tomorrow. So he might as well finish all of them before he gave up hope. He glanced out of the window.... Esterberry really was a beautiful place.
There was a knock on the door, he jumped, falling out of his chair. Taking a sharp inhale he glanced at the door. Why would someone bother him? "Who is it?" he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh.. uh... I saw you leave this bag at the library and thought I'd deliver it. I'm sorry I bothered you!" The rather squeaky voice said. He heard a light thud of something hitting the floor. Then the receding footsteps, claws tapping on wood, fading in the distance.
He waited for a few minutes before getting up to check. He slowly peaked his head out the door. The small leather bag he had been using recently was sitting up against the wall. That was nice... of whoever that was.
He closed the door without taking the bag.
He would just have to move again.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
He sighed as he paused in his daily walk. He just wanted breakfast. He didn't want to have to wake up two hours eariler than he used to to get it. And he certianly didn't want to make the rukus he did just walking on anything that wasn't soft ground.
But not even a cloth wrapped around the blasted limb would do much to muffle the sound.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Breakfast. He just wanted some scrabbled eggs. And hash browns. And maybe some bacon.
If only he could run. Not like that would ever happen unless he chopped off his entire arm. The thought made him shudder. It did have some use... since magical weapons seemed to do anything to it. Along with most common objects. Good for blocking and hitting people, but a pain in the ass most of the time.
One day he'd get used to it.
And he hoped that day was soon.
Maybe he should clean up his act. Get a steady job. Find a girlfriend. Get married. Have a family... do all the right things that Dad had always wanted him to do.
Why couldn't he just wander? Why couldn't he just have the one thing he always wanted?
Because that's just stupid. He doesn't love you in that way, and you don't want to die alone.
He leaned forward, burying his face in his feathered arms. In a bar and it was before noon. What would his father had done to him if he knew? If he was around?
It didn't really matter did it? Malc sighed as he drew up to his full height. He had made everything so damn difficult all by himself. It was all his fault.
One relationship after another, he destroyed them. Too afraid to commit to one person because he loved the one person who refused to love him back. He had committed a horrible sin. And the worst part was... his brother seemed to hate him now.
Sure they had made up. Cuddled. But every time he even made a slight advance Ez pushed him away. Physically and metaphorically. He seemed to be madly in love with Cecilia... it was funny how he had introduced them. Or rather... re-introduced them. To his surprise Ez had explained to him that they had met previously.
Damn. He needed to get back in the loop. Not to mention Zane had managed to get a chick, Ez was in a loving... weird relationship, Ceren had children, and Mori had fallen in love.
And what the hell did he have? Absolutely nothing.
It was such a bitter taste...
Parsley: Day Job
He dropped the wrench. Of course he dropped it in the tiny crevis under the stupid stationary tool box. Why exactly had he thought that was a good idea?
Parsley grumbled as he pressed his body against the floor. It had slid all the way back there. He growled as he reached in vain.
Cursing he stood back up. Glancing at the broken clock he estimated the time he wasted failing at his goal. Probably two hours. He had a deadline to keep. With a reluctant sigh he trotted over to his smaller work bench.
Music boxes. It was how he paid the grocery bills. It was annoying, but there were a lot of high paying customers.... how could he not get into something that paid the bills.
Of course... he might make more money if he had asked his father to write music for it. He did that sometimes... and he was far more creative than he was. That didn't solve his current problem however, he had three hours to finish a project that normally took five. He had procrastinated entirely too long.
Late. That was the story of his life. He rolled his eyes.
Petunia: I Don't Need Your Education
Petunia stared at the text book in front of her. She needed to pick a major for her junior year. There were so many options though.
Why exactly... did she have to decide her future now? Couldn't she wait a few years before she made a decisions that would effect the rest of her life?
She slapped the book shut.
"Is something wrong Petunia?"
She could hear the hatred dripping in his voice. The stupid bastard always came to mock her. Stupid bastard cousin got all the looks in the family. Not only that he managed to get all the magical talent too. What did she get?
The short end of the ugly stick.
"Piss off, Alfred."
"That's no way to treat family," he said, hopping in the chair next to him. He gave her a toothy grin.
She gave him a grin back. Her teeth, thanks to her mix, were a rather odd configuration. Spread apart, sharp pointy daggers. And when she smiled, her dear sweet cousin always flinched. "What part didn't you understand? Piss. Off."
"Oh come on. I was just coming to check up on you!"
"More like sabotage!"
"You're doing a good job of that on your own Petunia. Your parents are furious over your spring break nightmare, and you're the mockery of your college. You don't need my help."
Petunia growled. She really was sick of it. Her family. People constantly getting on her case. All right. Fine. She wasn't the perfect Esterberry. She didn't have the looks or the proper snark to go with it. She didn't think that EVERY region was beneath her. So. What. She was still an Esterberry, she was still smart, and she was still working her way through school. What did she have to prove to anyone?
"I am sick and tired of you looking down on me." She said with a sigh. "I'm a Five of Diamonds, the ugliest thing on four legs, I am a Bitch in every sense of the word and I haven't decided on a major. I get it. You can stop rubbing it in. Now get the hell out of my room before I tear your ear off and shove it down your whiny throat." She snorted before picking up her other book to read.
She could hear him slinking out of the room, and pausing at the door. "You're a six," he said before bolting.
Bastard always had to get the last word.
Sage: Shy Girl
She should be less timid. She had been told this over and over, and yet she shied away from social gatherings. What was her problem? She knew people wouldn't hurt her. She knew everything would be fine.
She looked in the mirror. Rosemary always commented at how beautiful she was, and how she got all her looks from her father. She supposed that was the case... but why was she still so scared of socializing. Was it because she had lived all that time in the Wood? Was it because she was afraid of screwing up?
Did it matter?
She should just... she should just be like Rosemary. She should go out and be brave. Socialize.
Her Fai was lounging on the table. Curled up and watching her master. The Wolf-Squirrel reached out to run her fingers through its mane. Hatter had been so nice to give Fai to her. She had never really thanked him properly. Just like she never properly thanked her father for the going away present.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Why hadn't she gotten the wolf mentality? Why couldn't she have been brave and bold? It was stupid how timid she was half the time. And yet she couldn't seem to dig herself out of the hole. No matter how unhappy she was... she was stuck.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Sage said cheerily.
The person opened the door, slipped in quietly. The were looking down and blushing. "You're on stage in five minutes. The director wanted to check up on you."
"I'll be out in a moment. I wouldn't be late to the show that decides if I graduate or not." She gave the Villa a cordial smile. They quickly bowed, scurrying to do their job.
It... wasn't that hard being sociable.She could really do it if she tried hard enough.
Heike: Dreams Shattered
He was sitting in the dimly lit establishment alone and in the corner. He had been coming to the same place for years, and he had never actually ordered anything beyond a glass of water. For whatever reason they hadn't kicked him out yet. He had just about everything covered, and probably looked like the shadiest thing in the entire place. And yet the waiters or waitresses just let him be.
He didn't want to go home yet, even though all his errands were done he wasn't expected back for a long while. And he just... wanted to get away a little longer.
He had been staring at the Cards in the place. None of them where Highlanders, and none of them took notice of him. He continued to do what he always did. It was an utterly useless habit, and he had no particular need for it. And yet it was the only thing that could get his mind off of the mess that he had gotten himself in--no, that he was thrown in from birth.
A sigh escaped him as he traced the line again with the stubby crayon he had found. The image of the card across the room was almost fully rendered on the square of the napkin. It took him 30 minutes to sketch a somewhat realistic rendering. Sketch. Lightly. Not having hands slowed things down, but after doing this for years he seemed to get better. "Better." As good as someone without hands can get without formal training. And it's not like he could do anything with it. It didn't wash the dishes, it didn't save him grief, and it ceritnly didn't get Igni back or save his sweet sister.
The rabbit started to shade around the figure. Perhaps... one day he would become the thing he hated so much. And whisk Igni away. His sister too. And maybe he would find Aimili. That would be nice... impossible but nice. Then he wouldn't have to deal with fearing for his life all the time. Or maybe it would be worse... just in a different way. But at least... at least he could have freedom. And love. He wouldn't just have to look at Igni in awe... he could actually show her what she meant to him.
But he was still nothing. No one. Just a piece of property.
"That's really good!"
He jumped, his head snapped around to stare in wide eyed panic and surprise. Someone had noticed him. After all these years why now? It was an Avington. Woman. Some sort of weird cat. "Uh... thank you?" he said as he started to edge away.
"I've never seen someone make something so realistic with out hands. How long have you been drawing?"
Nope. This wasn't going to happen. The Rabbit slipped out of the chair, ignoring the woman's protests. He simply walked out, leaving her with the drawing and the utensil. Once he was outside and put a good distance between him and the little restaurant he sat down, his back leaning up against a tree.
Why did he leave the paper there? The pictures of Igni and Nadja were among the strangers he observed. When people found it, what would they think? Would they know from looking that they were rabbits? No... he wasn't such a good artist.
He was just a piece of property that was trying to find a dream.
Eilwyn: Waiting at the Door
The eagle had slipped out of bed yet again. Night after night he would tear himself away from Elyse so he could sit near the door to their apartment.
Eilwyn was waiting for someone who would never come. He knew it, and yet he still hoped. How couldn't he?
Since the day his Father died he had waited by the door during the night. He would sit and hope. Pray. Wait. Dad would knock on the door, and he would come in and have tea.
And yet he wouldn't. He was gone. He was gone like his mother was gone. Mom. Why hadn't he just said she wouldn't be coming back at the time? Why didn't he just say come out and say it? Now he couldn't. He had only left a note. A tear stained apology that left him with more questions than answers.
And Zane was upset. So he couldn't talk to him. Everyone was upset... but none of them were willing to comfort his fears like Zane used to. He could talk to Elyse but why bother her when she worked so hard?
He curled up tighter as he looked at the door. His eyes were slowly fading out of focus. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. But he wanted to stay and watch the door, and wait. Dad would walk through that door any moment with a smile on his face....
Tap. Tap.
Eilwyn bolted up right and jumped for the door. He whipped it open with wide eyes, not sure of what to expect. He pulled back when his vision adjusted to the dark.
It was Ez, he was holding Eurwen in his arms. He was crying... how did Eurwen get out? What happened? What was.... oh no....
"ELYSE!"
Linnea, Falks and Ben: Shy Introductions
He peered in through the door. Ben's head followed.
Linnea peered at them back.
A rather horrible squeaking sound escaped Falks as he darted around the door to hurry out of view. Benedict, however stayed in sight. He was too curious not to stare back.
Linnea slowly walked forward. They really were strange. Daddy said that she shouldn't associate with them... but still. She was curious. Why did Falks have a skull on his butt? And why was that skull an actual talking person?
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she reached out a paw to touch Ben.
He moved away slightly. "Hello! You're Linnea right?"
She nodded. "Yep! And you're Benedict and your brother is... Falk... Falk...Falkenhayn! And the other one is Vaska! He has an easy name."
"It's nice to meet you," Ben said with a bob of his head. Falks remained around the corner, silently panicking. What if someone found them talking to Linnea? What if Pale found them? He would probably chop both their heads off!
Linnea peered around the door, as he watched the bipedal boy in the straight jacket press against the floor. He looked uncomfortable, and Ben seemed to be rather ashamed of his brother. She couldn't really tell since... he had no real face. But he didn't seem happy about his brother. The squirrel slipped out of the room and walked around to his front. His eyes were closed and he was still shivering slightly. Benedict hovered over him.
Carefully Linnea pressed her knows against his. His was a lot bigger, being leaf shaped and all.
Falks froze. His eyes slowly opened to see who was touching him. His eyes locked on the squirrels.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully, remaining where she was.
"H-hi...." He could feel himself blushing... thankfully no one would ever be able to see that.
"It's nice to meet you! Want to play?"
Benedict nudged his brother's shoulder.
"Okay!" Falkenhayn blurted out.
Rosewood: Hidden Past
Rosewood traced his finger over the small leather bound book. He briefly wrapped his arms around it.
Rogers wasn't home. He knew exactly why. Either way he was alone. Lonely. He just had the little leather book to keep him company.
He glanced at the picture on the wall. The smile. The cheerful look on her face. He knew it was all fake. His grandmother had always been a troubled woman. A wanderer who was furious that her daughter had given up the life to stay in one place. She had been thrilled about having a grandson.
And then she told him the story of an Outside world. A place where a Card could find their dreams. She had only been there once, and she had an affair with someone on the outside. That's how his mother was born... and how he also had an Uncle.
An Esterberry. They never really admitted they were related. The man had grown up known his heritage, but avoiding it. When Rosewood had appeared begging for a place to stay so he could go to school... the man hadn't willingly opened his arms. It was his daughter who had.
Neither of them asked why he had left.
No one did. No one every asked about his family either. It was strange. One day someone was going to pressure him about it, and he wouldn't be able to tell them the truth.
He opened to the first page, bloody fingerprints were smeared across it. The words weren't readable. He turned the page to look at the comforting handwriting.
Maybe it was fine if no one knew what happened....
Harold: Keep Moving
Harold smacked his head against the table. Really. He had worked so hard and all he had to show for it was... nothing.
It wasn't a shock. He had always turned up short. Not by much, but a tiny bit. Life just enjoyed messing with him. Things would go right and then they would just fall apart right in front of him.
So why... was he getting a second chance? He couldn't help but wonder. Who had saved them? What was powerful enough to.... make things so very complicated?
One day everything would be all right though. One day he was going to be able to be by her side. They would be happy together. His dream would finally come. "Felaria... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not good enough."
He sighed as he sat back up. He had to return all these books to the library tomorrow. So he might as well finish all of them before he gave up hope. He glanced out of the window.... Esterberry really was a beautiful place.
There was a knock on the door, he jumped, falling out of his chair. Taking a sharp inhale he glanced at the door. Why would someone bother him? "Who is it?" he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh.. uh... I saw you leave this bag at the library and thought I'd deliver it. I'm sorry I bothered you!" The rather squeaky voice said. He heard a light thud of something hitting the floor. Then the receding footsteps, claws tapping on wood, fading in the distance.
He waited for a few minutes before getting up to check. He slowly peaked his head out the door. The small leather bag he had been using recently was sitting up against the wall. That was nice... of whoever that was.
He closed the door without taking the bag.
He would just have to move again.
Ichigo: Just Keep It Together
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
He sighed as he paused in his daily walk. He just wanted breakfast. He didn't want to have to wake up two hours eariler than he used to to get it. And he certianly didn't want to make the rukus he did just walking on anything that wasn't soft ground.
But not even a cloth wrapped around the blasted limb would do much to muffle the sound.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Breakfast. He just wanted some scrabbled eggs. And hash browns. And maybe some bacon.
If only he could run. Not like that would ever happen unless he chopped off his entire arm. The thought made him shudder. It did have some use... since magical weapons seemed to do anything to it. Along with most common objects. Good for blocking and hitting people, but a pain in the ass most of the time.
One day he'd get used to it.
And he hoped that day was soon.
Malch: Bitter Taste
Maybe he should clean up his act. Get a steady job. Find a girlfriend. Get married. Have a family... do all the right things that Dad had always wanted him to do.
Why couldn't he just wander? Why couldn't he just have the one thing he always wanted?
Because that's just stupid. He doesn't love you in that way, and you don't want to die alone.
He leaned forward, burying his face in his feathered arms. In a bar and it was before noon. What would his father had done to him if he knew? If he was around?
It didn't really matter did it? Malc sighed as he drew up to his full height. He had made everything so damn difficult all by himself. It was all his fault.
One relationship after another, he destroyed them. Too afraid to commit to one person because he loved the one person who refused to love him back. He had committed a horrible sin. And the worst part was... his brother seemed to hate him now.
Sure they had made up. Cuddled. But every time he even made a slight advance Ez pushed him away. Physically and metaphorically. He seemed to be madly in love with Cecilia... it was funny how he had introduced them. Or rather... re-introduced them. To his surprise Ez had explained to him that they had met previously.
Damn. He needed to get back in the loop. Not to mention Zane had managed to get a chick, Ez was in a loving... weird relationship, Ceren had children, and Mori had fallen in love.
And what the hell did he have? Absolutely nothing.
It was such a bitter taste...
Parsley: Day Job
He dropped the wrench. Of course he dropped it in the tiny crevis under the stupid stationary tool box. Why exactly had he thought that was a good idea?
Parsley grumbled as he pressed his body against the floor. It had slid all the way back there. He growled as he reached in vain.
Cursing he stood back up. Glancing at the broken clock he estimated the time he wasted failing at his goal. Probably two hours. He had a deadline to keep. With a reluctant sigh he trotted over to his smaller work bench.
Music boxes. It was how he paid the grocery bills. It was annoying, but there were a lot of high paying customers.... how could he not get into something that paid the bills.
Of course... he might make more money if he had asked his father to write music for it. He did that sometimes... and he was far more creative than he was. That didn't solve his current problem however, he had three hours to finish a project that normally took five. He had procrastinated entirely too long.
Late. That was the story of his life. He rolled his eyes.
Petunia: I Don't Need Your Education
Petunia stared at the text book in front of her. She needed to pick a major for her junior year. There were so many options though.
Why exactly... did she have to decide her future now? Couldn't she wait a few years before she made a decisions that would effect the rest of her life?
She slapped the book shut.
"Is something wrong Petunia?"
She could hear the hatred dripping in his voice. The stupid bastard always came to mock her. Stupid bastard cousin got all the looks in the family. Not only that he managed to get all the magical talent too. What did she get?
The short end of the ugly stick.
"Piss off, Alfred."
"That's no way to treat family," he said, hopping in the chair next to him. He gave her a toothy grin.
She gave him a grin back. Her teeth, thanks to her mix, were a rather odd configuration. Spread apart, sharp pointy daggers. And when she smiled, her dear sweet cousin always flinched. "What part didn't you understand? Piss. Off."
"Oh come on. I was just coming to check up on you!"
"More like sabotage!"
"You're doing a good job of that on your own Petunia. Your parents are furious over your spring break nightmare, and you're the mockery of your college. You don't need my help."
Petunia growled. She really was sick of it. Her family. People constantly getting on her case. All right. Fine. She wasn't the perfect Esterberry. She didn't have the looks or the proper snark to go with it. She didn't think that EVERY region was beneath her. So. What. She was still an Esterberry, she was still smart, and she was still working her way through school. What did she have to prove to anyone?
"I am sick and tired of you looking down on me." She said with a sigh. "I'm a Five of Diamonds, the ugliest thing on four legs, I am a Bitch in every sense of the word and I haven't decided on a major. I get it. You can stop rubbing it in. Now get the hell out of my room before I tear your ear off and shove it down your whiny throat." She snorted before picking up her other book to read.
She could hear him slinking out of the room, and pausing at the door. "You're a six," he said before bolting.
Bastard always had to get the last word.
Sage: Shy Girl
She should be less timid. She had been told this over and over, and yet she shied away from social gatherings. What was her problem? She knew people wouldn't hurt her. She knew everything would be fine.
She looked in the mirror. Rosemary always commented at how beautiful she was, and how she got all her looks from her father. She supposed that was the case... but why was she still so scared of socializing. Was it because she had lived all that time in the Wood? Was it because she was afraid of screwing up?
Did it matter?
She should just... she should just be like Rosemary. She should go out and be brave. Socialize.
Her Fai was lounging on the table. Curled up and watching her master. The Wolf-Squirrel reached out to run her fingers through its mane. Hatter had been so nice to give Fai to her. She had never really thanked him properly. Just like she never properly thanked her father for the going away present.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Why hadn't she gotten the wolf mentality? Why couldn't she have been brave and bold? It was stupid how timid she was half the time. And yet she couldn't seem to dig herself out of the hole. No matter how unhappy she was... she was stuck.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Sage said cheerily.
The person opened the door, slipped in quietly. The were looking down and blushing. "You're on stage in five minutes. The director wanted to check up on you."
"I'll be out in a moment. I wouldn't be late to the show that decides if I graduate or not." She gave the Villa a cordial smile. They quickly bowed, scurrying to do their job.
It... wasn't that hard being sociable.She could really do it if she tried hard enough.
