Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 23:32:11 GMT
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where did all the good go?
[attr="class","itdscroll"]She'd nearly forgotten what it was like living with siblings. It'd been several years removed since she left home and she'd adjusted to the solitude well enough, finally being able to center herself around her own desires. It was a selfish and satisfactory lifestyle but one that was far from her comfort zone. The reality was, she enjoyed having the company and responsibility of looking after a younger sibling. Given her night habits one might not think so, but it was true nonetheless. It was in her blood, who she was raised to be.
Perhaps it was a good thing then that she'd stumbled upon the young runaway boy. She needed something to keep her from the edge of her own wants, a reminder but not an authority, to keep her from trouble. Surely she was not the best situation for the child but she was determined to make it work, for now, for his sake. She was anything but selfish and watching the child grow up on the streets was not something she could live with, knowing she could have done something to help.
The one thing she couldn't adjust to was the early mornings. She broke through her deep sleep to the sunbeams dancing against her eyelids, the warmth prodding her form in a desperate attempt to get her to rise. The ice manipulator shrunk back against it, sliding from the reach of the sun and batting open her glazed hazel eyes. Was this a kid thing, getting up at the crack of dawn? She glanced over at her alarm clock, the bright red letters projecting "9:00am". With a night life like hers nine in the morning was quite early, but it was all for the kid right?
She had about an hour to prepare herself and the young boy for the arrival of his school acquaintance, the reasons behind the visit were unknown. She was not acting as his mother, rather a friend, and she couldn’t be bothered with the reasoning behind his little ‘playdate’. As far as she was concerned he could do whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he wasn’t harming himself or others. The woman lingered in bed for several long moments, stretching to rid her muscles of fatigue – dancing was strenuous mind you – and watching the light bounce between the window blinds. Eventually she pushed back the blankets and rose to her feet, heading immediately off to shower.
When she emerged from her room a good while later, haphazardly throwing her hair into a bun, she wore her typical V-neck and skinny jeans and had a new air about her. The sleep had been forgotten, that much was obvious, replacing it was a cool confidence and the gleam of affection, most likely for the six year old boy in the next room. ”Carl, hun, it’s time to get up.” She called across the little apartment as she padded across the living room, picking up various things off of the floor on the way to put back into their proper location; the majority of which being Carl’s toys (could she really be blamed for wanting to spoil the kid after what he’d been through?). As she reached the spare room that she’d converted into his she pried open the door and leaned into the doorway, resting a palm against the frame. ”Don’t make me freeze your ass out of bed again.” She raised an eyebrow in a playful manner. ”Your little girlfriend’s going to be here soon.”
words: 670;
notes: hopefully you can do something with this;
tag: @carl
Perhaps it was a good thing then that she'd stumbled upon the young runaway boy. She needed something to keep her from the edge of her own wants, a reminder but not an authority, to keep her from trouble. Surely she was not the best situation for the child but she was determined to make it work, for now, for his sake. She was anything but selfish and watching the child grow up on the streets was not something she could live with, knowing she could have done something to help.
The one thing she couldn't adjust to was the early mornings. She broke through her deep sleep to the sunbeams dancing against her eyelids, the warmth prodding her form in a desperate attempt to get her to rise. The ice manipulator shrunk back against it, sliding from the reach of the sun and batting open her glazed hazel eyes. Was this a kid thing, getting up at the crack of dawn? She glanced over at her alarm clock, the bright red letters projecting "9:00am". With a night life like hers nine in the morning was quite early, but it was all for the kid right?
She had about an hour to prepare herself and the young boy for the arrival of his school acquaintance, the reasons behind the visit were unknown. She was not acting as his mother, rather a friend, and she couldn’t be bothered with the reasoning behind his little ‘playdate’. As far as she was concerned he could do whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he wasn’t harming himself or others. The woman lingered in bed for several long moments, stretching to rid her muscles of fatigue – dancing was strenuous mind you – and watching the light bounce between the window blinds. Eventually she pushed back the blankets and rose to her feet, heading immediately off to shower.
When she emerged from her room a good while later, haphazardly throwing her hair into a bun, she wore her typical V-neck and skinny jeans and had a new air about her. The sleep had been forgotten, that much was obvious, replacing it was a cool confidence and the gleam of affection, most likely for the six year old boy in the next room. ”Carl, hun, it’s time to get up.” She called across the little apartment as she padded across the living room, picking up various things off of the floor on the way to put back into their proper location; the majority of which being Carl’s toys (could she really be blamed for wanting to spoil the kid after what he’d been through?). As she reached the spare room that she’d converted into his she pried open the door and leaned into the doorway, resting a palm against the frame. ”Don’t make me freeze your ass out of bed again.” She raised an eyebrow in a playful manner. ”Your little girlfriend’s going to be here soon.”
words: 670;
notes: hopefully you can do something with this;
tag: @carl
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