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lucetilogs2010-12-23 10:39 pm
knightofratatosk) wrote in lucetilogs2010-12-23 10:39 pm
WHO WANTS PRESENTS?
Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Getting unexpected gifts
When: From 6 PM on the 23rd until midnight of the 27th
Where: The central plaza and the fountain
Summary: Hey, that's a rather interesting-looking button at the bottom of that statue. I wonder what happens if I press it?
Rating: No higher than PG-13, I hope.
[Anyone passing through the center of town this evening will have a very hard time missing that large golden Santa statue that has suddenly appeared in the fountain. But... wait, isn't that Bil instead of Santa? Somehow, that isn't exactly a surprise.
But perhaps the most interesting feature of the statue is the large button at its base. Will you press it?]
What: Getting unexpected gifts
When: From 6 PM on the 23rd until midnight of the 27th
Where: The central plaza and the fountain
Summary: Hey, that's a rather interesting-looking button at the bottom of that statue. I wonder what happens if I press it?
Rating: No higher than PG-13, I hope.
[Anyone passing through the center of town this evening will have a very hard time missing that large golden Santa statue that has suddenly appeared in the fountain. But... wait, isn't that Bil instead of Santa? Somehow, that isn't exactly a surprise.
But perhaps the most interesting feature of the statue is the large button at its base. Will you press it?]
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With a shrug she'll press the bottom button and satisfy her impulsiveness.
And her reward is...]
...an envelope?
[An off-white envelope with only little scribbles of holly occupying the corners, it's light in her hands.]
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...That's kinda weird. What, is it a Christmas Card?
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Because what I need is cheerful and tacky holiday greetings to...
[Her snarky comment trails off after she opens it, slipping the contents out. At first she just looks confused because it's a photograph, aged and faded in color.
There's a man half piggy-backing a woman while trying not to fall over, face grinning and flustered. The woman has one arm tossed into the air, the other curled down around the man carrying her and her eyes are closed, face turned up to the sky in joy.
In the back ground there are scattered blurs of people, a bundle of something of likely in the midst of falling through the air.
The confusion is strong, evident in how her mouth curves down.
She doesn't...]
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She blinks, bringing it closer to her face before showing it to Adell. Pointing with her pinky finger,]
Does that... Does that look like a bundle of flowers to you?
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...It is. A bouquet?
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For a bride?
[It makes enough sense, there seems to be a blurry swarm of individuals in the corner of the photo where the bouquet is. The woman doesn't really look like she's wearing a wedding dress per se, but it is nice. A deep blue, it goes well with her dark hair held up messily with a clip.
It's strapless and nice, like a summer dress would be. It very well could be a wedding dress, for someone without a lot of money.
Her stomach clenches at the thought and her brow furrows.
What was that... feeling?]
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That dress is nice... summery, meant for someplace warm, clearly. And the dark hair... She looked so familiar. And the man did too, that awkward smile and blush looking so much like someone he had to know.
...And then another look to the woman, and the joyous look and smile. That's...]
1/6
Taking another hard look, beyond the young woman and man, the grassy backdrop and scattered joy all around them. Despite the age, when the picture was taken it was bright and she returns her attention back to the couple.
She takes in the body language, the way they support one another and her throat draws tight.]
2/6
She's exuberant, smiling wide and she looks so at ease, as if she'd slip right there out of her skin. She can't see her eyes but she imagines they would be glittering.]
3/6
Because they gave this to her and at some point in time she knew who these people were. She knew their names and faces and voices and this picture doesn't give her nearly as much but it's more than before because.]
4/6
This is my wedding.
5/6
She doesn't remember. She can't remember. But this photo shows her something she'd never remember on her own and for that it's precious.]
6/6
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The woman in the photo was the woman Mom had turned into when alternate universes were on display. Younger, more exuberant. But there was no doubt. That was her. And the man was Dad. Getting married.
He knew that such a thing would hurt her. A lot. And the strained sigh proves he's right. He won't say anything, but rather keep his hand on her shoulder and wait.]
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Suddenly she's so tired.]
Where did they get this...?
There hadn't been any pictures or albums in the house... not after...
[A sharp laugh.]
Hah. Your father practically ripped the walls apart with those clunky arms of his.
[And there hadn't been anything. No pictures, no certificates, only their rings and a house deed and Shura and Selion's letter.]
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...Guess we're lucky the house is still standing. ...And it helped make room for expanding it, I guess.
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[The first thing she learned how to do was smile, smile and laugh. For every emotion she has, no matter how angry or sad, she has a smile and one appears here, sad and tight before softening to something bemused.]
Even without those horribly proportioned arms of his, he liked picking me up.
[There's something about it that breaks her heart, that some things hadn't changed, and it burns, in a good way.
She can feel this.]
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[Because he only looks embarrassed by the situation, not the act of carting Mom around.]
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There's too many emotions swirling in her chest but she refuses to stop talking. She can't give herself a break, she's not going to let herself feel so overwhelmed in public, and in front of her son again.
A silent breath to get her voice back.]
Your father may have the hips and collarbone of an anorexic but he's got power in those arms of his, [apparently he always did] he may have skipped out on the zombie stench but he got the strength.
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[Adell chuckles lightly.]
Still, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. It's often the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
...And the loudmouthed ones.