lx’s Neighborhood

Another crying fit, another "fight," one of those that consisted of Eve doing the only thing she knew how to in the face of adversity: running away. Rubbing and rubbing at the bruise-colored skin under her eyes, shining with tears, drops of tears clinging to the pink pads of her fingers. "This is right, for me," he whispered in the dark. "This is the most wonderful, the most right thing I’ve ever had in my life. This is who I want to be when I grow up." She cupped his dear face in her hands, his blue eyes liquid in the dark, and anointing the sensitive bit of skin behind his earlobes with the salt tears on her fingertips, she kissed him.  Holy, holy, holy.

"You never get to see the shooting stars."

A long pause while she looked over his shoulder into the night and felt his heart beating against her chest.

"Maybe I'm not supposed to have a wish."

"Where did he go?"

She turned and saw Eve standing there, hair all-a-mess and eyes still dark from sleep.  She hated Eve a little bit in that moment, clearly co-dependent, just waking up in the car after their last performance.  She looked haunted and slightly panicked, picking at the sleeves of her oversized white sweater, still sleep-fuzzed and wondering what happened to the other half of her existence.

She gestured over her shoulder and Eve smiled as she saw him and caught his eye. 

"I'll say that I walked into a door."

"And they'll say, 'Oh honey, we all know that's code for "Mark hit me in the face."'"

"Exactly. No, wait...knowing me, they'll probably think I really walked into a door. So I'll just cut out the confusion and tell them you hit me in the face."

"And they'll say 'Oh honey, we all know that's code for "I walked into a door."'"

this thing looks to be dead in the water.

so here is the ticket.

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She cuddled up under the covers, pale and tired-looking, holding her book in one hand and her green eyes staring at him dolefully from above dark shadows that had appeared with her illness.  He held up the bottle of NyQuil, waggling it  entreatingly at her.  "Do you want the Green Death?"

"No," she pouted.

"Do you want me to get you chocolate milk?"

"No."

"Do you want chicken soup?"

"No!" she pulled the covers over her head.  "Stop asking me questions."

"What's the capital of North Dakota?"

"...Bismarck?" came the voice from under the blue comforter.  A pause, and then she popped her head back out, "I didn't even know that I knew that."

He grinned at her, and left to go get her some chicken soup.

Thank you Wellesley and its occasionally failing internet. Anyway. Here are pictures from the friday before

Testing starts tomorrow evening. That is, if I can get volunteers. :)

Behind schedule.

Here are things that has to be completed before the end of the week:

- writing a small explanation about the 3 dimension emotion scale.
- finish hanging up the mylar.
- finish the audio.
- go lamp/electric equipment shopping on saturday.