#young verse.

[problamsolverarch]

silence falls over the two sisters, not because lou doesn’t know what to say  -  in fact, knowing what to say has never been a problem for her.  but she’s uncertain how to feel about the situation.    uncertain why she feels so little about it, in comparison to mickey who seems to be overthinking it.   CAN YOU OVERTHINK KILLING SOMEONE ?   she wonders.   should she be overthinking it ?   lou subconsciously shrugs her shoulders, form lax as she glances down to the spattered blood on her sleeve.   it’s not hers.   she taps her foot, once, twice before looking back to mickey with furrowed brows  -  straining to read her twins expression and failing.    eventually, she gives up and exhales heavily.   “ hey.   what a’ you thinkin’ ? ”    /  @rabbitsolver

[a-leadingrook]

@honedskills

     “  i can do it just as well as gran, evie.  ”   it’s an earnest statement, and a reprieve for the yank her hair had suffered their last training session. it wasn’t hard, but the pang of remorse was hard to shake. her hair is strewn around by sleep, and he wants to prove his point. he always watched their grandmother weave evie’s hair into braids with cautious hands. he’s done it a few times before, but this time he feels he needs to. another apology without words. “   besides, practice makes perfect, and you and farther always say things like that.  ”