Bittersweet Moments

[Brenda]

Zylphia thrummed her fingers against her leg, humming a soft tune of sorts. Her parents were off, doing whatever it was that parents did when they wanted to avoid the woes that came with an unwanted child, a mere burden to those involved. Of course, her older brother, Zebediah, whose name, ironically enough, meant gift from god, got spoiled with the love and affection that any needy child would have killed to receive. For her, her older brother's name meant major pain in the ass. While she waited for the return of her parents, her brother hovered above her, laughing over the mere, simplistic idiocy of the poor sap that he was currently courting. The boy ran through partners like an escort ran through panties. The sight of it disgusted the young woman beyond a reasonable doubt.

After a few moments in blissful silence, the quiet girl piped up with a rather crude remark. "What's your lay count up to by this point, dearest brother?" She purred softly, lifting her hand to tap her tremulous, index finger against the gentle contours of her jawbone. Her brother replied, his face redder than a ripened tomato. "My love life is none of your damned business, you hear me, wench?" He spat in her general direction, the saliva landing near one of her prized boots, one of the few things she was actually proud to call her own. After what had felt like a lifetime, she swallowed the lump forming in her throat and did the best she could not to flinch, to show an inkling of fear, despite the fact she wanted to do anything but appear strong.

She allowed the seconds to shift into minutes before she spoke, her mind scrambling for a witty rhetoric that she could throw back in his face without digging herself into a deeper hole. "It sort of is my business when you are so intent upon bringing them into our home and blatantly showing them off, only to kick their asses out on the street the next day." She knew the pecking order, and she knew her disrespect was wrong. There was another factor that simply played into their screwy relationship. Certainly, she loved the older boy that was her brother, but she also didn't give a hairy, rat's ass if she hurt his feelings. "Mm, like I'm really going to take advice from a virginal woman, whom no man dares to go near." It was true what they said about those that are closest to you hurt you the most, and his words were certainly a little more than cutting.

Biting down on her lower lip, she appeared more vulnerable then usual, her dark hair framing her face and more importantly, hiding the hurt expression that shadowed her pristine features. Struggling to keep her rampant emotions in check, she made a move to stand. Tears sparkled in the corner of her eyes before she hurriedly escaped to the room she had called hers for the majority of her life. From behind her, her brother groaned and an apology was quick to fall from his lips, which were currently making themselves busy with the earlobe of his latest victim. Of course, in her state of mind, the door was slammed shut, and she was curled up on the bed, hoping for a reprieve from her current thoughts. "Jerk.." She mumbled into the curve of her elbow, unwilling to simply throw another insult back in his face.

After doing whatever it was that needed to be done, he seemed to materialize into his sister's room, his hand hovering mere inches from her lower back as if he was debating on either leaving her to wallow in her own, self-pity or simply comfort her. In the end, the latter won out and with gentle movements he pulled her into his lap. "Y'know, you're an outcast for a reason. It's not because we hate you but rather, you're the product of servants that got fed up and left. Mom and dad took you in as their own, after I had basically raised myself, in the hopes that they could do a better job with you than they did with me but in the end, they wound up frustrated like they do with most..charity projects." He shrugged a broad shoulder, falling silent as he allowed the younger girl to drink it in, to absorb the information before continuing on with his brazen explanation of the cold, hard truth, the very truth she hadn't been privy to for so many years. When it finally seemed to take the desired effect, her eyes widened until they appeared to take up the majority of her face.

"B-but.." He watched as she faltered, struggling to fully grasp the concept of being the daughter of servants, only to be adopted by parents that ended up not wanting her but too softhearted to just kick her out on the street to fend for herself. Of course, he hesitated as well, unsure of how to continue. "They do

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[Brenda]

Note: I wasn't quite sure if I should have applied for a canon or not, so I winged it with two of my former characters. Hope its' not too much of a bother. D:

[Mimi]

l o v e d !

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hey, no bother at all! The canons list is completely optional and serves only to spur on your own ideas c: And what sublime writing! =D I lurved it <3 and your characters. Their relationship seems so complex but, at the same time, loving. The last line really made me b'awwwwww -- perfect ending. Can't wait to rp with you, and glad to have you on board! Feel free to create an account and start a thread or do some prliminary plotting :3 (p.s. Names were pretty awesome too hehe)

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[Brenda]

Glad somebody does. Aha. Last time I applied for a site similar to this, they said I didn't have enough experience, and their posting minimum was two paragraphs. :c