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5dontlieFive sat on the edge of her bed, miserable as a wet cat in a monsoon.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't like she WANTED kids or anything.
None of the others had to deal with this...this...THING.
Words failed her. Five wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry or go beat up Tres with her guitar. Or all of the above.
Her cheeks were hot and her stomach was cramped and...and it felt like her insides were being scraped out with a rusted ice cream scoop.
Joy.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't like she WANTED kids or anything.
None of the others had to deal with this...this...THING.
Words failed her. Five wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or cry or go beat up Tres with her guitar. Or all of the above.
Her cheeks were hot and her stomach was cramped and...and it felt like her insides were being scraped out with a rusted ice cream scoop.
Joy.
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Date: 2012-09-13 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-13 01:44 pm (UTC)"Of course, Love."
She would, though, Six would probably know it. She didn't lie. She was a lady of her word.
She couldn't help it, then.
He mentioned it and her mind went there. She imagined him sick and groaning in bed and she was there taking care of him and if she had to, she'd put him under if she needed to. For all her toughness, she couldn't stand to see the few people she cared about suffering.
She sniffed again and her lip quivered harder.
...Now I want to thread Six getting sick somewhere. >_>
Date: 2012-09-14 12:25 am (UTC)But he looked concerned as she sniffled. "Did I say something wrong?"
Me too. Training, maybe? Or she could come meet up with him in 6 1/2. Good or bad ending
Date: 2012-09-14 12:53 am (UTC)Of course. He was so sweet and perfect. He would blame himself for everything, for nothing.
"No! Of course not!" she growled.
It was so absurd. Why on Earth would he think he said anything wrong? He was the one who was taking care of HER.
Stupid, puffy, sore, HER.
Her eyes stung with tears spurred by irrational, shifting emotions.
Dunno. Have to think about it. I'm kind of swamped with threads. @_@
Date: 2012-09-14 01:40 am (UTC)He hated these moments where she looked both half a second away from bursting into tears or punching his lights out.
No worries. Just ping me whenever you want to work it out.
Date: 2012-09-14 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-14 03:08 pm (UTC)He carefully reached out to take the teacup from her. Setting it aside, he sat down next to her and started rubbing her upper back.
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Date: 2012-09-15 02:32 am (UTC)Five sniffled as she felt her brother's hands on her neck, working tense muscles. If she was a cat, she'd purr. His touch was always so even and it reminded her of One. It was very clear whose student Six was.
She was quiet for a few moments, save for the odd sniffle.
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Date: 2012-09-15 02:49 am (UTC)Yes, Six was definitely One's student.
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Date: 2012-09-15 03:21 am (UTC)Five seemed to crumple onto Six, wiry arms were around him in seconds and shoved her wet face into the crook of his chest.
"You're too good to me. I don't deserve it."
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Date: 2012-09-16 12:23 am (UTC)As awkward as it was, weepy mode was preferred to irrational rage mode. The latter tended to hurt quite a lot.
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Date: 2012-09-16 12:47 am (UTC)"Ummm-Umm. I'm always fighting with the others! I'm loud and messy and always giving YOU of all people problems."
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Date: 2012-09-16 01:13 am (UTC)"You're not the only one who gets into fights you know. Besides, it's not like they're innocent of starting some of them."
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Date: 2012-09-16 01:28 am (UTC)It was true. She was awful.
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Date: 2012-09-16 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 02:41 am (UTC)She looks up at Six, eyes red and watery, face swollen.
"H-he can't? Really?"
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Date: 2012-09-16 03:30 am (UTC)In response to her question, he nodded. "He really can't knit."