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Post by eos on Dec 7, 2006 6:34:47 GMT -5
"I'll have to meet him some other way then." The youngest twin watched as her sister drew, her head cocked to one side to examine the face that was forming under Selene's pencil strokes.
"Don't you need blue?" Art was one thing that her sister liked - and was good at - that Eos just didn't get. She was much more interested in writing as creative expression, and much more talented at it, too. She even kept an extremely descriptive dream diary that sometimes felt as though she was describing the adventures of completely different characters, in some fantastic unknown world.
Her dreams were always extremely vivid, and though generally positive, that didn't mean that they weren't quite strange sometimes. It was hard to tell if they were layered complex images depicting some possible future or just the creative imaginings of a mind not always given an outlet.
Her eyes went back to her book.
"So did you meet anyone else, then?" Eos sometimes worried about her sister, who did not seem to make friends so easily as she.
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Post by selene on Dec 8, 2006 20:15:35 GMT -5
"I think I can do pretty well without it. Though I'm already wanting to paint him. He's almost got these dark teal undertones, but other parts are almost black. Really beautiful." She said it without thought, as it didn't really help to try and hide anything from Eos.
"I met a girl named Sam. You probably saw her in the hall- black hair, real skinny, laptop in her hand? Yeah. She's... well she reminds me of Carey Lankin." Carey was a stoner-punk type from their last school that took great joy in coming up with increasingly vulgar nicknames for Selene and her equally silent sister. The hardest part about trading quips when you didn't speak out loud was that no one really got to hear whether you out-witted your opponent. After a while Selene learned to internalize her anger- and took it out on Carey to the point that the girl developed a series of neurosis the school counselor had a field day trying to unravel.
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Post by eos on Dec 9, 2006 7:00:25 GMT -5
"Carey? You're not going to... Well, we should probably give her one more chance." It was a line she'd said before. Eos was always the one encouraging her sister to give people more chances, in case they'd been having a bad day or something. A couple of times she'd even wandered into a person's dream after Selene - somehow she always knew where her sister was when she wasn't in her own dreams - and had tried to fix things.
They were fiercely loyal to each other, sometimes didn't even think of themselves as two seperate people, but that didn't mean that the Montgomery twins agreed on everything. You could love someone even while you were arguing over whether a person deserved bad dreams or not.
"I didn't see her, but I'm sure I will soon." Idly sliding her ID bracelet off her wrist, Eos wound it over her fingers over and over again, drawing two circles around each other with her pointer fingers as the bracelet rolled over them. They'd learned pretty quickly as children that even their own mother needed the bracelets to tell them apart. It was easier for people now that they'd developed their own styles, but they'd often had fun in the past letting people believe they were each other.
"Oh, I checked in on dad last night." She meant that she'd visited his dreams, had peeked in to say hello and see how he was. "He said they miss us." It wasn't quite that simple - when she'd showed up, he'd thought he was still dreaming and had started babbling about his beautiful girls never being seperate and where was the other one and how he hoped they were doing well in their school so far away. Then she'd smiled, watching for a few minutes as he stood on the balcony of an apartment in Venice, painting the canals while their mother explored the history of the city.
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Post by selene on Dec 9, 2006 22:11:48 GMT -5
Selene on the other hand had stayed in her own dreams, writhing in a sea of voices chanting derogatory remarks. Her solo dreams were never peaceful, always filled with torment and death and insanity. It was just another reason why she tended to dreamwalk more than her sister.
"Oh really? Somehow I doubt that." She added another line of graphite around Kurt's eyes, shadowing the lids and trying somehow to feature those eyelashes that stood out against his dark skin. It was difficult with only pencil. Maybe her sister was right.
"Imean I'm sure HE misses us... but I'm sure they're BOTH relieved we're gone." She wasn't going to say anything more about Sam. The girl had it coming and if her sister wanted to chase after her throwing flowers on the fire, so be it. What was new, really.
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Post by eos on Dec 9, 2006 23:22:31 GMT -5
There was no need to clarify - it would only make things worse, and Eos hadn't dropped in on her mother so she wouldn't know how things were there anyway. She hadn't been game to.
She was slightly closer to their mother than Selene, but even she wasn't sure that the woman would actually care that they were gone beyond being pleased at having them out of her hair. While Eos was sure that their mom loved them... somewhere... deep down... She also knew that the woman had never really liked the fact that her daughters were so obviously mutants.
"Don't forget we have to do that French homework." They'd do it later, sometime. If they felt like it. That was another one Eos had to keep an eye on - she wasn't entirely sure if Selene had liked Mrs Domino or not.
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Post by selene on Dec 9, 2006 23:45:18 GMT -5
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