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Post by briarhenderson on Jul 23, 2008 20:13:05 GMT -5
"Ah." Briar nodded, smiling. "My mother did the same thing. All the more reason for me not to listen, now." He knew better, now, than to do anything his mother had told him to do back then. Besides, his dad didn't stress too much over his diet. He was pretty much left to do whatever he wanted.
"I like fall best, personally." He said, taking a bite of his own meal, now that he was done wondering about Violet's. "No idea why, but it's true." It wasn't because his birthday was in the fall. There were no significant holidays in fall, besides Thanksgiving, which he'd only celebrated a few times. And Halloween, which he didn't care much about.
He was taken aback, to say the least, about her question. He wasn't really prepared to answer that. "N-no, I don't have any siblings." Not a full-on lie. Actually, not a lie at all, really. He didn't have any siblings- anymore.
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Post by violetxsinclaire on Jul 24, 2008 8:56:58 GMT -5
"Oh, I learned with time that there were few times Olivia was wrong about anything, besides I am not big on confrontations with my mom," she smiled and shrugged. In the history of their relationship mother and daughter had only fought a handful of times, a handful of times that Violets lost.
"Fall is nice I guess," In truth, Vi was not fall's biggest fan, she didn't like that everything was already dead or dying and she had to go back to school in the fall. At least autumn wasn't messy like spring.
"Oh, I don't have any either, I think I have wanted one for as long as I could remember," she had noticed the air of hesitation in his voice and wondered if he wasn't entirely sure if he had siblings or not. She had heard of stranger things. "Then again I guess that we always want what we can't have."
She took a sip on her water. Pumpkin juice was just not to Vi's liking.
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Post by briarhenderson on Jul 25, 2008 23:31:32 GMT -5
"I've had a less than conventional family life, though." Briar smiled. That was one way to put it, anyway. "So maybe its just me. Or it could be a spurt of adolescent rebellion. Whichever." He shrugged.
"That was completely unconvincing." Briar laughed a little. "Fall is nice... You know, I really don't mind if you blatantly disagree with everything I say." It happened often enough, the way people tried to pretend they liked something. Still, it bothered him. Better to be blunt than a... liar, for lack of a better word. In his opinion, anyway.
Briar snorted a little at the last part. It wasn't really an unfriendly snort, more of the laughter kind. "Don't I know it." He said, still grinning. He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly. There could've been worse things to do at the moment, although it still wasn't exactly showing amazing table manners.
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Post by violetxsinclaire on Jul 27, 2008 10:54:53 GMT -5
"Well so many people have today, some worse than others of course," Violet was at least grateful that her unit of parents and herself had managed to at least to stay together. There was little to nothing she wouldn't do for her mother and her father. She just hoped that they wouldn't die too soon. What a terrible thing to think. " You have to make the best out of those situations. You know like don't dwell on the past." She hadn't meant for it to be such a direct statement.
"Well it is. If you take away the decaying leaves and school starting up again and the air slowly getting colder, although the crispness in the air is certainly welcome after the grueling summer heat," she looked absently down to her almost empty plate, "Well I wasn't disagreeing or agreeing, I was just a comment on your statement."
A little bit of hostility is good for the soul.
"Well, I think we all know it, I doubt that there is one person in this whole world that hasn't wished at least once to be something or somebody different," she knew she wished several things to be different, unfortunately they weren't changing anytime soon if ever.
ooc;; sorry for the weak reply
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Post by briarhenderson on Jul 29, 2008 20:52:37 GMT -5
Briar was more or less shocked by Violet's statement. How did anyone hit the nail on the head that easily? She probably hadn't meant to, if he was honest with himself, but he seldom was. Was he that easy to figure out? "I... er... I try." Sure...
"My apologies, then." Briar smiled, shoveling in another mouthful of chicken. "I personally like school, though. And the colors. Y'know how everythings green in summer, and white in winter? But fall... I dunno. It's like it's on fire." He shrugged.
"True." Briar nodded a little. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that nobody's perfect and everyone wants to be..."
[[ditto]]
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Post by violetxsinclaire on Jul 29, 2008 22:01:50 GMT -5
"True, spring is the most colourful though and new life, new promises," Violet said as she circled her knife around the plate. It was annoying and the sound it made was really unbearable. That was why she stopped. It was something that she did every meal. Although normally it was muffled by the light air of chit chat and laughter and gossip that she actively participating in. Now with just the two of them it bothered.
"It's good isn't it? Almost like my mom's, it is lacking so weird spice though," this was a pleasant thought of her mother and her mother's love of cooking. Her mother was the ideal wife as far as Vi was concerned. Supper was always ready when Alex got home, laundry was always washed an pressed.
"Loved. Everyone wants to be loved," she shrugged absentmindedly as she finished his sentance, "Or perfection, I suppose. Just loved sounds nicer, I have always been somewhat of a hopeless romantic."
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Post by briarhenderson on Jul 31, 2008 0:57:38 GMT -5
"That's true, I guess." Briar shrugged, watching as Violet picked up her knife, spun it around her plate, and set it down again. The scratchy sound it made was rather unpleasant, but other than that, he didn't mind. He looked back up after a minute. "But its rather cold, too."
He paused, confused for a moment. "The chicken?" He guessed, "It is good. Much better than take out." You got used to it after a while, but the variety dwindles after a couple weeks. Which is much shorter than the amount of time Briar and his dad ate take out at home. Both of them lacked culinary talent. "Does your mom cook a lot?"
"You're right though." Briar smiled. Loved- that was a good word to use. Not everyone seeked perfection, he guessed. Some people learned early on that it was impossible. But as long as you were perfect for someone else, maybe...
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Post by violetxsinclaire on Aug 12, 2008 11:17:14 GMT -5
"Take out? Well most things are," taken back a little bit the sudden idea of takeout. She knew what it was of course, food prepared by some restaurant and she supposed if maybe her mom still preformed that they would have it often enough, "We have never had take out really. Weird I guess. Then again leftovers don't really exist in our household either." It was not because Olivia made just the right amount of food, it was due to the fact that her mother was like most people's grandmothers. In the sense they ask if you want another helping and before you even have a chance to protest there is more food slopped on to your plate. And because of the fear of God instilled in you, you graciously eat the second -third, fourth- helpings and the the flavours dance on your tongue and then your waist line hates you.
"Yea, she likes it. It is here chance to be normal I guess, I know when I was a lot younger and she was still working we had a housemaid of sorts that did most of that stuff," the way that the words left her lips made it obvious that she had a strong dislike for the housemaid. None of the memories of her pleasant ones. By the age of eight though her mother was a full time mommy and the housekeeper was fired.
"That's what I am afraid of the most, not being loved, it is so silly that I" define was the word that Violet wanted to use so badly, but i just didn't it the sentance, "-that I see myself in that way. I guess we all do sometimes though right?" For Violet she found this to be her most unattractive quality even though she would never change for another person she would still be deeply affected by their opinions. You can't be liked by everyone and sometimes thats just a hard fact to face.
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Post by briarhenderson on Aug 18, 2008 19:05:08 GMT -5
"Really?" Briar asked, grinning. "I could swear, it's like a food staple for me and my dad." He shrugged, setting his fork down on the plate and forgetting the food for the time being. "I've been thinking that maybe we should get a freezer- if we could get it to work- so we don't have to call somewhere every other night." He wondered how his father would work a freezer. Not well, probably, and the mental image was fairly hilarious. "But then again, I'll be out of the house next summer anyway, so I don't see how it would matter."
"What did your mom do?" Briar asked, looking back down at his plate and poking it with his fork as though severely interested in the ingredients of the chicken. He was always curious about other people's family lives. Why wouldn't he be? His own had kind of sucked. It was hard not to wonder what went on in somewhat normal-er families. "Like, for work."
"I don't really think it's silly." Briar said absently, still looking down, but pausing to flip his hair out of his eyes. He looked back up at Violet then. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you're right. Everyone needs somebody to lean on." He smiled a little, at that.
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Post by violetxsinclaire on Aug 18, 2008 19:58:58 GMT -5
"I swear I am not lying,"she laughed slightly, the idea of Olivia calling up Sense of Tokyo and ordering fried rice and chicken balls seemed more foreign to her lifestyle than anything else, "It sounds like they go to dinner often enough when I am not there. " she laced her hands together under the table and the set the free. Undecided on what to do with them.
"Only you and you dad?" She looked down at her lap, noticing how a dainty little stain had managed to find itself on her pants. If only she had put the napkin on her knees as etiquette called for, she was not really one for following the rules. "Feminine influence would fix your cooking problem and maybe ensure you don't die of malnutrition." Not that Briar looked malnourished. According to Olivia food should not only feed body, but mind and soul too. Restaurant food no matter how tasty, is not made with love.
Uneasiness came over her body, questions about her mom always had that certain off limits things about them, since she had pursued muggle interests, in the muggle world. Violet was no better she had similar ambitions and goals, "oh, she was dancer, not like a stripper, but a performer. And I guess she was a theatre critic for a short time before I was born, I found the newspaper clippings a while ago." Briar had listened to her, for that he deserved the truth and with the genuine interest in his voice, there was no way possible to refuse. Not much of a Gryffindor. "I think I might actually do the same as her, just leave the whole magic thing behind and start over." Her shoulders rolled, this was the first time she had directly stated it to someone. Of course hints had been dropped at her friends, that just excused or didn't even notice. "What does you Dad do?"
"Yea, they do," Vi smiled and nodded. It was true, she knew first hand the mess you got yourself in when you tried to go into life all alone.
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