One more...
Apr. 26th, 2002 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
home_and_awayAh yesss...Senior year... ~wry grin, quiet laughter~ I couldn't do anything right if I tried...
"You know, I'm honestly convinced that we're destined to be somebody's second or third wife," Wistfulness declares as she flops down onto her beachtowel. A stray thought catches a stray lock of her hair, dragging it behind like a raven-black Pre-Raphealite pennant. Rolling her eyes, she blows it out of her face. Another thought catches it and draws it across her freckled nose.
Sarcasm, with her auburn hair swept into a neat French twist, lounges on a deck chair polishing her nails with a dark sparkly red left over from one of Jessi's old crushes (red was his favorite color--Texas A&M red, to be exact). "Only second or third?" she needles Wistfulness. "Why not aim high, be someone's mistress?" A low, cold laugh follows the last jibe; Wist ignores that sister and turns to the one beside her on the sand.
"What do you think, Decency?" she asks. Decency is spread out in the clearest ray of sun coming in from the pupil, doing her best to catch a tan. Her silken shock-white hair spreads across her towel and glitters in the blue-tinted light. At her sister's question, she lifts her shades and squints her violet eyes.
"I think we're not going to be anyone's anything as long as you keep tossing Jessi's reminders to keep up on her e-mail. There's a perfectly good fellow not 30 miles away who's been trying to get in touch with her, but she won't e-mail him because you won't let her remember." Decency gives Wistfulness a reproachful look learned from Jessi's mother. Wistfulness's eyes and mouth open wide; just as she's about to start defending herself, a shadow falls between her and Decency.
Procrastination shakes out her waist-long brown hair and pushes wire-rimmed glasses up her nose. "Actually, D., I think that one's my fault. The reminders are in my IN basket back at the Cortex. Sorry." She spreads her towel out on the sand so that she has a perfect view of Jessi's handsome tourguide and his watch. "Oh, and sorry I'm late."
"So what's wrong with this one?" Sarcasm asks Sight, who is curled in the deck chair beside her, reading an Anne Bishop novel. Sight looks up, pushes her cats-eye glasses up her Cherokee nose, blinks chocolate eyes, and shoves ebony hair out of her face as she considers the question.
"Daemon won't realise...Oh. Joe. Oh. I don't know. He just...isn't right somehow. Doesn't feel right. Won't answer a question straight. 'I want to live inspired', remember that?"
Sarcasm smiles as she examines her nails. "Yeah," she replies, "I remember that. 'What do you want to do with your chance? I want to live inspired...I think we already know a lot about eachother...' Nice way to dodge a question. Maybe if we throw enough hippie phrases at the little wierdo, we'll make a big impression. Yah. Maybe this one's better kept on ice, Decency."
Decency shakes her head and sniffs at her sister. "Just because he's a poser doesn't mean he's not worthy of simple human decency. You can't go around treating people like that."
Sarcasm laughs aloud. "I remember that line too--from David! Simple human decency got us a *long* way that time!"
Sight slants a look at Sarcasm. "Got us two gold necklaces, a CD, and out of a bad situation. That's good enough for me. Moral of that little interlude, never trust a man with Scavengers' Eyes."
Wistfulness sighs. "Still, it's a shame about Joe...He seemed nice enough. But you're right, Sight, something's off. Now Clay..." Wist smiles again, dreaming of the far off pen pal. Procrastination grins and punches Wist's shoulder. She never loses the reminders of *Clay's* e-mails in the IN box... The two giggle together like sixteen-year-old girls. Lust strolls up, waving goodbye to Memories of Lawrence Gowan and Tommy Shaw, and the two girls run up to their older sister to converse.
Sarcasm smiles a rare soft smile and exchanges a look with Sight and Decency. "Clay's alright so far," Sight comments, smiling as well.
"He's always been a good fellow," Decency adds.
"Oh yeah," Sarcasm rejoins, teasing gently and quoting again: "'Why don't we go skinnydipping?' Real good."
Decency grins a wicked grin learned from Sean Connery. "'Should be interesting' she said,'I don't know how to swim.' Our girl's going to do fine."
Sight stares off into space for a while, a half smile on her lips as her eyes track what no one else can see. Then she pushes her glasses up her nose and swipes her hair out of her face as she goes back to her book. "Yeah," she answers, "Eventually."
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© Copyright 2001.
"You know, I'm honestly convinced that we're destined to be somebody's second or third wife," Wistfulness declares as she flops down onto her beachtowel. A stray thought catches a stray lock of her hair, dragging it behind like a raven-black Pre-Raphealite pennant. Rolling her eyes, she blows it out of her face. Another thought catches it and draws it across her freckled nose.
Sarcasm, with her auburn hair swept into a neat French twist, lounges on a deck chair polishing her nails with a dark sparkly red left over from one of Jessi's old crushes (red was his favorite color--Texas A&M red, to be exact). "Only second or third?" she needles Wistfulness. "Why not aim high, be someone's mistress?" A low, cold laugh follows the last jibe; Wist ignores that sister and turns to the one beside her on the sand.
"What do you think, Decency?" she asks. Decency is spread out in the clearest ray of sun coming in from the pupil, doing her best to catch a tan. Her silken shock-white hair spreads across her towel and glitters in the blue-tinted light. At her sister's question, she lifts her shades and squints her violet eyes.
"I think we're not going to be anyone's anything as long as you keep tossing Jessi's reminders to keep up on her e-mail. There's a perfectly good fellow not 30 miles away who's been trying to get in touch with her, but she won't e-mail him because you won't let her remember." Decency gives Wistfulness a reproachful look learned from Jessi's mother. Wistfulness's eyes and mouth open wide; just as she's about to start defending herself, a shadow falls between her and Decency.
Procrastination shakes out her waist-long brown hair and pushes wire-rimmed glasses up her nose. "Actually, D., I think that one's my fault. The reminders are in my IN basket back at the Cortex. Sorry." She spreads her towel out on the sand so that she has a perfect view of Jessi's handsome tourguide and his watch. "Oh, and sorry I'm late."
"So what's wrong with this one?" Sarcasm asks Sight, who is curled in the deck chair beside her, reading an Anne Bishop novel. Sight looks up, pushes her cats-eye glasses up her Cherokee nose, blinks chocolate eyes, and shoves ebony hair out of her face as she considers the question.
"Daemon won't realise...Oh. Joe. Oh. I don't know. He just...isn't right somehow. Doesn't feel right. Won't answer a question straight. 'I want to live inspired', remember that?"
Sarcasm smiles as she examines her nails. "Yeah," she replies, "I remember that. 'What do you want to do with your chance? I want to live inspired...I think we already know a lot about eachother...' Nice way to dodge a question. Maybe if we throw enough hippie phrases at the little wierdo, we'll make a big impression. Yah. Maybe this one's better kept on ice, Decency."
Decency shakes her head and sniffs at her sister. "Just because he's a poser doesn't mean he's not worthy of simple human decency. You can't go around treating people like that."
Sarcasm laughs aloud. "I remember that line too--from David! Simple human decency got us a *long* way that time!"
Sight slants a look at Sarcasm. "Got us two gold necklaces, a CD, and out of a bad situation. That's good enough for me. Moral of that little interlude, never trust a man with Scavengers' Eyes."
Wistfulness sighs. "Still, it's a shame about Joe...He seemed nice enough. But you're right, Sight, something's off. Now Clay..." Wist smiles again, dreaming of the far off pen pal. Procrastination grins and punches Wist's shoulder. She never loses the reminders of *Clay's* e-mails in the IN box... The two giggle together like sixteen-year-old girls. Lust strolls up, waving goodbye to Memories of Lawrence Gowan and Tommy Shaw, and the two girls run up to their older sister to converse.
Sarcasm smiles a rare soft smile and exchanges a look with Sight and Decency. "Clay's alright so far," Sight comments, smiling as well.
"He's always been a good fellow," Decency adds.
"Oh yeah," Sarcasm rejoins, teasing gently and quoting again: "'Why don't we go skinnydipping?' Real good."
Decency grins a wicked grin learned from Sean Connery. "'Should be interesting' she said,'I don't know how to swim.' Our girl's going to do fine."
Sight stares off into space for a while, a half smile on her lips as her eyes track what no one else can see. Then she pushes her glasses up her nose and swipes her hair out of her face as she goes back to her book. "Yeah," she answers, "Eventually."
16:08:10/ 2-7-01
© Copyright 2001.
