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Nonsense. Whoever had her sister feeling this way--well, if they ever needed Belarus’ help, she’d certainly make sure they regretted it. Or perhaps there was a quieter way an opportunity might occur? If the chance to have them suffer some small minute portion of this pain that Irunya felt, then she supposed she wouldn’t mind taking advantage of such a chance.
Her hands twitched in her lap, knowing that even if the chance came, she’d likely fail to take it. Not the best sister to have after all, she imagined as she watched the pain in her sister’s eyes.
“...I think,” she said simply, squeezing her sister’s hand gently. “That worrying about each other’s happiness is inevitable.”
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“You can drop the act. Really, it’s making my teeth rot,” he sneers, cutting a gelatin mold with the side of his spoon, pulling away a perfect jiggling glob of pink that he tucks into his mouth, “You know you’re allowed to be angry, right?”
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“—And then Tania said ‘you might want to focus a little more on your toe loops.’ Like, my toe loops have been nearly perfect since fifth grade, I don’t need her telling me in that condescending voice of hers what I need to work on, especially when she’s not even right.” Hazel ranted heatedly to her mother, complete with hands flying this way and that and brows furrowed in anger.
Letting a frustrated huff and returning her attention to her school assignment, Hazel rolled her eyes. “And if I did have something I needed to work on, the couch would definitely let me know. I’m not the one who’s constantly falling when I do my triple Salchow’s, Tania is.”
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“I am so, so sorry to bother you but would you mind just um—” David winced as Hazel let out another blood curdling scream, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Listening to her made David want to cry, but he knew he needed to keep it together. 1. Because they were in public, and no one wanted to watch a grown man break down in tears, and 2. because his baby needed him. Clearing his throat, he turned so his side, and the diaper bag hanging off his shoulder, was facing the girl.
“Would you mind just reaching in there, a-and handing me a bottle? It’s past her feeding time and I’d do it myself but...” He trailed off, looking hopeless as he bounced his crying newborn, hands occupied with trying to calm down his daughter.
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“Irunya,” he finds himself thinking in the long nights, awake with only the moon for company, “She would know what to say. Maybe she would say nothing and it would be enough.” Sometimes, he wonders if she remembers him as a boy. It doesn’t matter, after all these years, but he can’t help but wonder. To him, she is a warm sun he was never quite allowed to touch.
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Lessons always end up spawning loose scraps of sheet music with no apparent origin, which means Feliks is poking behind the piano trying to snag the last page of a piece he thinks might have been left behind by Marialena, but also might just have migrated to his house on its own in hopes of finding a warm and sympathetic home, when his head does that weird pressure thing again.
He straightens up with a scowl, looks around at the living room that is definitely not his, and addresses the woman on the couch.
“I do not have time for this bullshit. Go away.”
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“Hi there, welcome to the Rosemåling Bird! My name is Dove, I own and operate the diner. Can I get something to drink to start out while you look over the menu?” A new face, a pretty on at that, one that had Dove smiling a little wider than she normally would at a newcomer to the diner. Dove was warm and friendly with all her patrons, but she would have been a liar of she said she wasn’t a sucker for a beautiful lady.