Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 20:59:06 GMT
—damien
"Isobel?" Damien asked, his newspaper dropping as he inspected back of the woman ordering breakfast at the cafe. There was a tired shadow under the aristocratic prat's eyes, as if the harsh black and white letters on the mornings post might have dragged across his skin. He ought to be back in bed, but he was evading the land lady. She had left her door open, and her dogged tied up outside again to make a noise if he came by. Damien sat at the cafe, fighting off sleep, waiting for the old hag to give up and troop off to her day job.
A goofy smile pulled on his lips as his newspaper drooped down and he put down his half-full cup of coffee with a clink on the saucer. The Hurst whistled a charming note, a bird's call that she would recognize, to get her attention.
—isobel
She flinched inwardly, the downward curl of her lips more a feature of her face than an expression.
Isobel didn’t avoid her brothers – that would imply she did so actively. She hardly had any reason to be in their vicinities, and so most days she wasn’t. It was that simple. But it was no coincidence, such a familiar voice calling her name, whistling bird calls.
She offered no reaction, didn’t falter when she finished her order and handed the waitress her menu with a smile, strictly for the sake of being polite.
Isobel took her time, sliding her phone from her purse and checking the time – too early for him to be out, definitely. For good measure she pulled out a compact gave her reflection a once over, reigning in the temptation to aim it over her shoulder, as if she needed to see him.
Finally, with a soft exhale just short of a sigh, she twisted in her seat, with lips pursed as she caught sight of Damien. Naturally, she didn’t return the smile.
”Good morning.” If she sounded grudging, she didn’t bother to pretend otherwise.
—damien
"My dear little sister ♥" All punctuation will be replaced with hearts.
Her brothers were the Billys to her Mandy. "How did you come out here to Nova Athenis of all the places to see in the world?"
His face fell to the cradle of his hand, elbow slovenly placed on the little round table. His eyes shifted over her face, taking in the little changes like the maturity of shape in her nose, and coming to the conclusion that she hadn't changed at all.
—isobel
It was with no subtlety that Isobel conveyed her disdain for her siblings. They could think she was the most precious jewel in the world, and she still saw no reason to think very highly of either of them. She didn't think she had a favourite, or even a least-disliked. As far as she was concerned they were both hopeless.
"School." She replied flatly. Pointedly. And what brings you here, dear brother? There was a big casino on the island, Isobel had seen. She just needed a change of scenery. As it was, she wasn't nearly as good with the conceptual side of things as she was with the technical. But if there was anywhere for inspiration to be found, it wasn't England. It was a little drop of land in the middle of the ocean, with beaches and boardwalks and history.
And, usually, no family.
—damien
"School? You're still doing that?" he asked, squinting like he was looking into a bright light. A wave of empathy, revulsion, and exhaustion was drowned in his next sip of coffee. He might as well be back in the dormitories, trying to find a cricket bat in the mess of his bed, and screwing class. A smile grew as he looked over her square face, and the mugs of passionately speaking old men faded.
Damien found his sister the most adorable creature. She had a good, quiet face. Prim. He always found it refreshing. "I'm only here out of coincidence. God, everything I do is coincidence and it feels bloody magnificent. You should try it someday." The suspicious note in his voice carried on. "Father... isn't making you attend, is he?"
—isobel
Isobel tilted her head - she didn't like to repeat herself. The pause he took for a sip of coffee was long enough for her to turn back around, to pretend the conversation was over, if only for a few seconds.
Coincidence, luck, look where they'd gotten him so far. She didn't trust anyone or anything but herself. And this was just bad luck, finding him here.
He couldn't see her roll her eyes, but he could see her shrug.
"How might he have managed that?" She was too old, too independent to be taking daddy's orders, but she sounded impartial enough that it didn't give any real answer. Damien needed more things to worry about.
A waitress had come by with Isobel's coffee. She stirred in a spoonful of sugar, balancing the spoon on the edge of the plate, lined up just so."What are you so worried about?" Her tone was airy when twisted back around.
—damien
He imagined her poshly sipping her tea the way their governess had taught them. Legs crossed. Perfect posture. Damien recieved the business in her voice with sincerity. Her pomp hardly bothered him; He saw himself in it. The man smiled at the nape of his sister's neck as his head melted into his palm. Elbows on the table. A little cocky smile crept onto his face, his head tipping to the side like a fat ginger cat.
"About you, of course," he replied with a smooth and warm richness. "You're still young. You have the world ahead of you. Live a little, Bellie." The coffee lingered on his breath. "Spend your entire life in school, and you'll turn into as depressed of a fuck as Willie. God knows how many times I've told him he'd hate it all one day." Zero times, in actuality, but it was on his mind. William was truly a mess, and Damien paused recalling his brother's ragged madness.
"It's a bother."
—isobel
"Mhmm…" she turned back around for a sip of tea, wrinkling her nose. "Don’t call me that." It was an offhanded protest, little more than a formality – the day he stopped giving her awful nicknames was the day Isobel actually listened to him.
Worse was being compared to William. Isobel hadn't seen much of him as of late, but from what she heard, she didn't want to. And she was nothing like him. Isobel was driven, she was clean cut and purposeful and between the three of them the least liable to make a mess of her life.
Maybe she was stalling because she couldn't decide which direction to go quite yet, but if Damien was right about anything, she was still young. And she was enjoying herself here. She had been, at any rate.
"That's sweet of you, but there's no need to concern yourself with me." she said, a bit more coldly than would be normal. She sighed almost inaudibly. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" Better a change of topic. Better to see how he could spin this.
—damien
She was like a kitten, still, the way she batted at him. "It's worth it to mention, love. Poor old chap. Had a real quick mind, too." He scratched his chin.
"As for me, boring adult business, the usual," he muttered, his eyes sliding down to look into his drink. "... Incredibly boring, you know..." Business hardly concerned his little sister. Damien was not one to share his burdens with his pet. It is enough to talk and skim the cream of life. He accepted that a pet does not understand the world like he does. Damien was in Nova Athenis because of the casino. Isobel was in Nova Athenis because she is an artist. The difference is vast.
"There's a hat store not far. Shall I buy one for you?" he offered, smiling at the precious vision in his head.
@isobel
"Isobel?" Damien asked, his newspaper dropping as he inspected back of the woman ordering breakfast at the cafe. There was a tired shadow under the aristocratic prat's eyes, as if the harsh black and white letters on the mornings post might have dragged across his skin. He ought to be back in bed, but he was evading the land lady. She had left her door open, and her dogged tied up outside again to make a noise if he came by. Damien sat at the cafe, fighting off sleep, waiting for the old hag to give up and troop off to her day job.
A goofy smile pulled on his lips as his newspaper drooped down and he put down his half-full cup of coffee with a clink on the saucer. The Hurst whistled a charming note, a bird's call that she would recognize, to get her attention.
—isobel
She flinched inwardly, the downward curl of her lips more a feature of her face than an expression.
Isobel didn’t avoid her brothers – that would imply she did so actively. She hardly had any reason to be in their vicinities, and so most days she wasn’t. It was that simple. But it was no coincidence, such a familiar voice calling her name, whistling bird calls.
She offered no reaction, didn’t falter when she finished her order and handed the waitress her menu with a smile, strictly for the sake of being polite.
Isobel took her time, sliding her phone from her purse and checking the time – too early for him to be out, definitely. For good measure she pulled out a compact gave her reflection a once over, reigning in the temptation to aim it over her shoulder, as if she needed to see him.
Finally, with a soft exhale just short of a sigh, she twisted in her seat, with lips pursed as she caught sight of Damien. Naturally, she didn’t return the smile.
”Good morning.” If she sounded grudging, she didn’t bother to pretend otherwise.
—damien
"My dear little sister ♥" All punctuation will be replaced with hearts.
Her brothers were the Billys to her Mandy. "How did you come out here to Nova Athenis of all the places to see in the world?"
His face fell to the cradle of his hand, elbow slovenly placed on the little round table. His eyes shifted over her face, taking in the little changes like the maturity of shape in her nose, and coming to the conclusion that she hadn't changed at all.
—isobel
It was with no subtlety that Isobel conveyed her disdain for her siblings. They could think she was the most precious jewel in the world, and she still saw no reason to think very highly of either of them. She didn't think she had a favourite, or even a least-disliked. As far as she was concerned they were both hopeless.
"School." She replied flatly. Pointedly. And what brings you here, dear brother? There was a big casino on the island, Isobel had seen. She just needed a change of scenery. As it was, she wasn't nearly as good with the conceptual side of things as she was with the technical. But if there was anywhere for inspiration to be found, it wasn't England. It was a little drop of land in the middle of the ocean, with beaches and boardwalks and history.
And, usually, no family.
—damien
"School? You're still doing that?" he asked, squinting like he was looking into a bright light. A wave of empathy, revulsion, and exhaustion was drowned in his next sip of coffee. He might as well be back in the dormitories, trying to find a cricket bat in the mess of his bed, and screwing class. A smile grew as he looked over her square face, and the mugs of passionately speaking old men faded.
Damien found his sister the most adorable creature. She had a good, quiet face. Prim. He always found it refreshing. "I'm only here out of coincidence. God, everything I do is coincidence and it feels bloody magnificent. You should try it someday." The suspicious note in his voice carried on. "Father... isn't making you attend, is he?"
—isobel
Isobel tilted her head - she didn't like to repeat herself. The pause he took for a sip of coffee was long enough for her to turn back around, to pretend the conversation was over, if only for a few seconds.
Coincidence, luck, look where they'd gotten him so far. She didn't trust anyone or anything but herself. And this was just bad luck, finding him here.
He couldn't see her roll her eyes, but he could see her shrug.
"How might he have managed that?" She was too old, too independent to be taking daddy's orders, but she sounded impartial enough that it didn't give any real answer. Damien needed more things to worry about.
A waitress had come by with Isobel's coffee. She stirred in a spoonful of sugar, balancing the spoon on the edge of the plate, lined up just so."What are you so worried about?" Her tone was airy when twisted back around.
—damien
He imagined her poshly sipping her tea the way their governess had taught them. Legs crossed. Perfect posture. Damien recieved the business in her voice with sincerity. Her pomp hardly bothered him; He saw himself in it. The man smiled at the nape of his sister's neck as his head melted into his palm. Elbows on the table. A little cocky smile crept onto his face, his head tipping to the side like a fat ginger cat.
"About you, of course," he replied with a smooth and warm richness. "You're still young. You have the world ahead of you. Live a little, Bellie." The coffee lingered on his breath. "Spend your entire life in school, and you'll turn into as depressed of a fuck as Willie. God knows how many times I've told him he'd hate it all one day." Zero times, in actuality, but it was on his mind. William was truly a mess, and Damien paused recalling his brother's ragged madness.
"It's a bother."
—isobel
"Mhmm…" she turned back around for a sip of tea, wrinkling her nose. "Don’t call me that." It was an offhanded protest, little more than a formality – the day he stopped giving her awful nicknames was the day Isobel actually listened to him.
Worse was being compared to William. Isobel hadn't seen much of him as of late, but from what she heard, she didn't want to. And she was nothing like him. Isobel was driven, she was clean cut and purposeful and between the three of them the least liable to make a mess of her life.
Maybe she was stalling because she couldn't decide which direction to go quite yet, but if Damien was right about anything, she was still young. And she was enjoying herself here. She had been, at any rate.
"That's sweet of you, but there's no need to concern yourself with me." she said, a bit more coldly than would be normal. She sighed almost inaudibly. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" Better a change of topic. Better to see how he could spin this.
—damien
She was like a kitten, still, the way she batted at him. "It's worth it to mention, love. Poor old chap. Had a real quick mind, too." He scratched his chin.
"As for me, boring adult business, the usual," he muttered, his eyes sliding down to look into his drink. "... Incredibly boring, you know..." Business hardly concerned his little sister. Damien was not one to share his burdens with his pet. It is enough to talk and skim the cream of life. He accepted that a pet does not understand the world like he does. Damien was in Nova Athenis because of the casino. Isobel was in Nova Athenis because she is an artist. The difference is vast.
"There's a hat store not far. Shall I buy one for you?" he offered, smiling at the precious vision in his head.
@isobel
