Sing in the Sunshine

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Hiatus

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Rex gave the girl a bright smile before looking to his brother, his body exuding the laughter that he wasn’t able to express. Angus just looked cross.

“Well, the parents want it as a surprise room so they haven’t asked her. I don’t want to ruin the surprise for her, so I can’t ask her either.” Angus puller the tablet back to him.

“Kids these days,” he said looking back at Rex. “Wipe that look off your face you-” he was interrupted by Rex’s finger coming up in the general wait symbol, then pointing back at Sparrow. Angus grumbled something under his breath, then went about playing with his app.

Rex shook his head at his brother, then placed his hands together in a prayer pose, nodding his head below his hands at Sparrow. He tried to get a look at what she was drawing, but Angus was in the way.

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Sparrow tilts her head to the side, “That’s dumb. It can still be a surprise if you ask.” Adults can be really dumb sometimes.

Seeing that they didn’t need her anymore, she returned to drawing her robed companion after switching to a dark blue crayon. Sparrow wasn’t a great artist, but she had a good concept of space and color. Her people were even starting to look like people! This one had no hair yet, large dark eyes, and long twisted antennae with purple fuzz on the ends.

“My Mumma gave me a chalkboard wall so I can color my walls any color I want.” Sparrow told the tablet man, not looking up.

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Quiet Kettle

Honey sighs, depositing the rent envelope in the landlady’s hand. The woman counts it immediately, grunting her approval, and closing the door. Honey shook her head and headed up the stairs, her muscles are nearly as tired as her heart these days. She was glad for the time alone that Loki was providing.

It was necessary really. Ever since Sparrow discovered her ability to create fire, it’d been pretty tense. Especially wite the coffee table being of the first to be lost in Sparrow’s fascination. Unlocking the door, she shoulders against the jam, breaking the wierd suction that their apartment had, and entered.

Scanning the room, Honey dares a thin smile, it was becoming more homey at the very least. She closes the door, securing the two chains and bolt, resting her forehead against the wood paneling for a long few minutes. Her messenger bag slides down her shoulder, clunking onto the floor, where it would be forgotten for a while. It was so quiet these days, even with screaming neighbors and the ravers below,  one night alone and all she wanted to do was stay inside.

Turning around, she pushes off the door, moves to the kitchen, and sets the kettle to boil. She wiped down the counters, put away the dried dishes from breakfast, and checked her mobile.

Nothing. 

Shaking her head, she lay the phone on the counter, slipped her shoes off, and waited for the kettle to wail. Maybe it was a good thing to learn to be alone with yourself.

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Sparrow watches the people in the diner as they go about their day. She spends a lot of time here since her mother started washing dishes for them. It’s okay though! She gets to color, talk to people, and gets all the chips with mustard that she could ever want. It was pretty fun, even if she’d rather be outside or with her Uncle Loki learning more spells.

Picking up the purple crayon, she sighs and presses her lips together into a tight line. Time to finish drawing her new friend. Sera will be pleased.

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“I’m telling you that we need to do it in purple,” Angus said as the boys entered the diner. His business attire and well groomed appearance made him an unlikely companion for his brother dressed like a mountain man. They even looked different based on their hair; Angus taking on the dark, sharp contours of their father and Rex a sea of blonde curls and cheerful complexions. They sat down near the little girl sitting all by her self.

Rex shook his head vigorously, making x’s with his arms.

“What do you know about little girls anyway?” Angus asked. “She’s seven, she’s not going to want gender neutral colors.”

Rex gave his brother a level stare. He then pulled out his phone to text his brother something. The phone in Angus’ jacket pocket vibrated, permanently on silent mode.

“No. I”m not doing a pink room. I don’t care if it is for a girl, I’m not doing pink.” The brothers glared at one another for a few seconds before Angus spotted Sparrow.

“Here. I’ll prove it to you.” Rex almost caught his brothers elbow, but missed by an inch. Angus pulled out a tablet, slipped in near the little girl, and gently placed the tablet down.

“Honey, could you help me with something. I’m trying to make a room pretty for another little girl, and I wanted to know. Do you think it looks better in Pink or in Purple.” The tablet had a program running with the picture of a large room. The bed was canopy style, the furniture was white, and with the swipe of a finger Angus changed the wall color from pink to purple and back again.

“Which do you like better?”

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Sparrow, well into her drawing, pauses to look up at the stranger. They’d been hard to not hear, but that was okay. Some people were just loud. She marveled at the tablet laid before her, the biggest screen she’s come across was the one at Uncle Loki’s flat, but this was very cool.

She wrinkles her freckled nose and shakes her head. Sparrow has been aware enough to catch that they’d been talking about another girl and painting a room, the app alone was proof of intent, but why ask her?

Sparrow looked up to the tablet bearer, “Um, both are okay, but why doesn’t she get to choose?”

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My muse will either screw you or cuddle up with you and bring you hot chocolate, or sit far apart from you and give you a thumbs-up. Should be a win-win-win!

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Sparrow watches the people in the diner as they go about their day. She spends a lot of time here since her mother started washing dishes for them. It's okay though! She gets to color, talk to people, and gets all the chips with mustard that she could ever want. It was pretty fun, even if she'd rather be outside or with her Uncle Loki learning more spells. Picking up the purple crayon, she sighs and presses her lips together into a tight line. Time to finish drawing her new friend. Sera will be pleased.

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Quiet Night

Honey watches over Sparrow for a short while before slipping out of the bedroom. She leaves the door ajar by a smidgen, the smallest glimmer of the yellow hall light to cut into the darkness. She leans against the nicotine stained wallpaper, flinching from a peeling curl as it brushed her arm, and shakes her head. 

Tonight had been a rough one.

Sparrow’s dislike for their little apartment had become a driving force for easy tantrums. The comforts they’d both become accustomed to were gone. No more television, plush couches, air conditioning, or enough hot water for two consecutive baths; but it was theirs. They’d even been able to keep Barkly. Sure the walls were paper thin, but the view of the park was great, even if the windows looking out had been caulked shut by previous tenants.

Honey did her best, she washed dishes at a diner now and had even stopped pick pocketing. Well, sort of. She lifted less as Sparrow had been developing a keener eye. It was too hot to busk outside during the day, she had no sitter for the evening- nor could she bring herself to ask for help.

She’d asked for it enough, been offered it enough, and every single time her pride, or ignorance, made her back out. There’s always been someone to help her; why didn’t anyone believe she could do this on her own? Maybe it was more she didn’t trust herself enough to actually accept freely given kindness.

Pushing off the wall, Honey rubs her left wrist as she walks to the kitchen. She scans the papers over the crooked kitchen table, sighing softly. Sparrow has to join a kindergarten this year. Sure, Honey could busk more but what if Sparrow set someone on fire? Or turned the teacher into a hedgehog?

Leaning against the counter, she fishes in her pocket for her lighter, tightening her lips in thought. The smell of flint and steel and the brightness of their collision draws her eye. She sighs, smiling, “I’ve always fancied a pet hedgehog.”

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Of Sun and Sky

“Owww,” Sparrow whines in an ignored protest for her freedom.

Honey hums to herself unbothered by the whining protests. She continued to casually slather Sparrow in bright purple sunscreen.

Fact of the matter is Honey may have once been a plainly patterned girl, even fair at one moment in time or another, and Sparrow was easily a genetic victim to her mothers spotted aptitude. Honey bore the sun damage well, but Sparrow’s fair skin was not so fortunate. Barely an hour out on this cloudless day and she was positively pink from the rays.

“Mumma, no more!” “Hold still, My Heart, nearly done.” “But it’s cold!” “That’d be from all the sun kisses you been gettin’.”

“We’ll tell her to stop!” Honey giggled, “If the sun stops shining, then we’d have to go back to the apartment.”

Sparrow grew quiet, she didn’t like the new apartment. The move from her uncles had been bad enough, she didn’t like her new small room. Or the lack of her uncle, or mirrors.

Honey knew it well enough, but this was for the best. They should be alone. Right? Yes. Independence is about making your own path, not depending on others. Right.

She takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly to take the edge off her busy thoughts. “Alright. All done.”

Sparrow sprinted away from Honey and back to the swings, happy for her freedom. Honey lay down in the grass, sighing, giving her phone a pat. It was good to feel the bad air of Gotham in her skin again.

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Understanding

For a brief moment, the child knew the joy of fire. In the next, she learned the fear of flame. It was today that Sera lost her favorite ear. 

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Mini Hiatus

[[ I apologize for my absence. I’m designing a floor plan, working on a new ad series, number crunching, prepping for ColossalCon, working with my Hubbeh on digging all the Arkansonian geeks up from the underground, getting repairs done on my house, raising a puppy who has learned the garbage can may have leftovers in it, and on and on. After Con I’ll be buying a laptop, so I’ll be available more, but atm, I am not. I will return as soon as I can. I’m going to try and put up meme art until then. Much love, HoneyMun ]]

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People!

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This was a nifty-looking human! He liked it when their hair was bright new colours; brown shades were only fun for so long. And so little! He dearly wanted to hug her.

“Have you pet one? Are they soft? I reeeeally hope so!”

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Tucking a wispy lock of midnight to baby blue ombre behind her right ear, she snerks. He may look a touch intimidating, but he’s all excitement. Maybe he’s one of Sakura’s crew and ducks aren’t common? Or maybe he’s just a loon for them. Didn't matter either way, he seems friendly enough.

She nods. “Once or twice, don’t own any or nothin’. I’ve been chased by my fair share of them, that’s for certain.” She giggles, “They might ‘ave a few ducklins’ at the hardware shop, it is the right season.” 

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“Ducklings? Little ones?” he gaped. “Little fuzzy ones?!”

His eyes were like saucers for a moment before his face fell. “Waaaaait. Won’t their mother bite me, then? I heard they’re pretty bitey, especially if they’re broody.”

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“These ducklins’ are different.” She assures. “The eggs are collected from the mothers, held in a fake nest until they hatch, then taken t’ stores so other people can buy the babies and have their own ducks.” 

She hums, “So, nah. There’s no mum t’ bite ya.”