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Draven sat down in the office, his mother and father across from him. Apparently, the damned chimney sweeper had told Mr. Malcolm that there was a girl living under their roof. "Father, what was I supposed to do?" he asked as he edged to the end of the seat. "I couldn't let her live there. You KNOW how those people are."
His father nodded, "Yes, exactly the point, Draven. I know those people and so do you and so does your mother." He stood up and walked towards Draven, shaking his head. Mr. Malcolm didn't know what to do with this son. It was bad enough that he'd associated with a Rain, but to actually for for her AND have her living under his roof without him knowing? Draven had crossed a line.
"Father, she's not like them, if you'd just talk to her just for five minutes--"
"I don't have time for this," his father interrupted. Then Draven's mother, seeing the distress in Draven's eyes stood up.
"Sweetie," her hand touched his arm. "It wouldn't hurt just to meet her."
That was all he needed. Lex sighed in resignation, but shook his head anyways, "Fine. I don't need to meet her, I have a meeting at the justice building in five minutes. She can stay, but she's coming to dinner tonight." Lex walked out the door of the office and out of the house.
Draven kissed his mother and ran to February, whom he was sure probably heard the whole thing.
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nobody said it was easy but no one ever said it would be this hard February’s mother always told her with a tired expression, ”If something’s too good to be true, it probably is.” She wanted to accredit that to her mother’s bad position in life - living in poverty with too many children, too many hours at work and too little wages. Her mother was a woman who could not afford hope. February, on the other hand… she was attending school and quickly working her way towards a fantastic career, and, even more, she had Draven. With him, she could pretend that she was an entirely different person. Walking at his side to class, laying with her head on his shoulder in bed, she felt like she had been handed the universe. Never before had she felt so happy and whole, like he was the one thing that had been missing in her life. Still, though, despite her happiness, the dark cloud of his parents loomed overhead. He hadn’t told them that she - a Rain - was living under their roof and delving deep into a serious relationship with him - the son of one of the most wealthy, respected men in the entire district.
As a purely precautionary measure, February always kept an ear in on the family. Sometimes it felt wrong, but she knew it was best for her safety. That was why she heard the confrontation between Draven and his father, learning that her nightmare had come true - Lex Malcolm had found her out. Her stomach dropped and she tried not to cry as she stood frozen, listening to the exchange. At the end, she supposed that she should have felt better, but she didn’t. Lex Malcolm still knew about her unwelcomed presence in his home, and she was more afraid than ever that her time with Draven was a ticking time bomb quickly approaching detonation.
When he stepped into his room, she exhaled shakily. The sight of him managed to ground her. It’ll be okay, she promised herself, Draven will know how to handle this. He always does. February stepped forward into his arms, breathing in the scent of him. She tried not to ask herself how many more times she would get the opportunity to do so. ”I’m sorry,” she whispered insistently to him, ”And I love you, more than anything, no matter how tonight goes,” His father was a persuasive man, and she knew that he had his mind set about the rest of her family. He’d judged her, and, although he had the grounds to do so, he was incorrect. Her deepest fear is that Draven himself would come to hate her. ”Tell me, honestly, do you think we’ll be okay?”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 7:44:13 GMT -7
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He was right, she hard heard it all. The thought of it embarrassed him as a pink flush spread across his pale face, but was grateful for when she pushed her body onto his, his arms wrapping around her. Hopefully she hadn't seen his face. Sure, they had known each other for over a year now, but that still didn't change anything. At least not the part of him that always felt like he had to be perfect around other people. February liked him, hopefully more than liked him, but he still wasn't comfortable with the idea that she would see him as less than perfect, with flaws just like everyone else. She depended on him, not just to take care of her, but to always have the answer and be strong.
His brow raised slightly before a small smile tugged at his lips. "I love you too," he said. Yes, more than like. He held her for just a moment longer before pulling back slightly so he could look at her face. "I know we will. I know my parents. And I know we seem cold and distant to you, and to most people in the district, but... we're not. My parents would never make you leave because they know that if you left, I'd go too."
Draven finally noticed her clothes. Though they weren't exactly bad, they weren't new or something that her parents would agree with. Being presentable was a large thing with his parents. "Let's go into town, today. We can buy you a new dress for dinner."
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nobody said it was easy but no one ever said it would be this hard Draven seemed so grounded, so cool and calm. He always was. His mood had a calming effect on her own, and she felt some of her worries slipping away as he held her, particularly as he told her that he loved her, too. It was the first time she’d known true love, because February didn’t love her “family,” not really. They had tolerated her because it wasn’t looked well upon to throw your child out, although really they couldn’t care about how others saw them, not with the way they’d acted, making a pubic embarrassment out of the family. Draven, on the other hand, had looked past her unsightly family and taken her in, loved her and cared for him. With him, she felt wanted. She felt like she could do anything. She was so lucky. When he spoke to her, looking into her eyes after pulling her back, she felt even more of the hope from earlier. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. She was so, so lucky. She wiped at her eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him, even if the tears were happy ones. February shook her head a little. ”You aren’t cold and distant. Your parents are very good people, I’m sure. Given this situation, they’ve been so kind to me.” She didn’t want him to think that she wouldn’t like his parents, or that she thought badly of them. Really, they were the most respectable family in all of the District.
February smiled a little at Draven’s offer. ”Are you sure, Draven?” He was so generous. She always felt embarrassed at having nothing of her own, but he really didn’t seem to mind aiding her. She’d never been shopping before in the manner in which she presumed he was talking about. Most of her clothes were stolen or made by her. She’d never had the experience of buying brand new clothing in a store, and, though she wouldn’t admit it, it was an idea that filled her with childish glee, though she was sure that Draven would see it spelled out right across her face. Words:387 Tags:@draven
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Draven sat across from February. The dinner table was long and it felt awkward to be at the middle sitting across from February when his father was at the head of the table and his mother at the other side. They were so far away, two empty seats away from him and February. When they ate as a family, they usually congregated to one end of the table. But he supposed his mother and father were trying to be formal, or perhaps they were trying to make February feel uncomfortable, but Draven wasn't going to allow them to make her feel like she wasn't wanted. Even if he had to threaten his father that he would leave.
"Father, I think it would be a great opportunity for us to sponsor February by allowing her to live here," he began his speech which he had been practicing in his mind for hours. "We could add it to your campaign, about how we care about the people of the district--"
"I'll not allow our home to be an orphanage, Draven," Mr. Malcolm cut him off.
"Father, that's not what I'm suggesting. I'm merely suggesting that we sponsor her. Give her a place to stay, show the district that we are not as... uncaring as they would make us out to be. Lead by example, and perhaps even start a campaign for other wealthy and able families to sponsor a child in need," Draven spoke calmly, but he could feel February's eyes on him. He didn't want to tell her what he had in mind. Didn't want her to protest or think that he was doing her a favor. She knew the truth, that he wanted her in the house because he loved her. He just hoped that she saw it that way. But he knew that he couldn't win an argument against his father unless his father had something to gain from it. He wouldn't just openly do something good just from the goodness of his heart. No matter how much Draven looked up to his father, he couldn't turn away from this truth.
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nobody said it was easy but no one ever said it would be this hard February watched Draven with steady eyes. She tried not to betray her facade of calmness with her expression as she listened on. Her hands had been folded carefully in her lap, as proper and ladylike as possible. She wore a clean and conservative dress, and had styled her hair ever so slightly. February focused on every single tiny detail that could have the potential of impacting Draven’s parents opinion of her. Under the table, she wrung her hands in nervousness, tensing some as he spoke about her like a political prop. February knew that Draven truly didn’t think that. He was simply trying to appeal to his father. Someday, he would make a great politician. He could barter and he could understand. Draven was smart - he knew exactly what she was doing. February’s confidence in him eased her worries ever so slightly.
When the room grew quiet, she shifted her gaze to Draven’s father. She looked up a bit, and then opened her mouth, her voice coming out soft and manicured as possible. ”Sir, if I may?” she asked. As she heard no objection, she continued. ”I know that you are very concerned about my… parentage.” Family was not a word that she wanted to use to describe the group of people linked to her by last name. ”I want to assure you that I have split myself from them. I have not contacted them nor associated myself with them. I understand your quarrels with them, sir, and I share them.” She took a bit of a breath, glancing to Draven for a look of reassurance to push her forward. ”At the school I attend alongside your son, Mr. Malcolm, almost none think of me as the daughter of the Rains. They simply know me as February.” She bit down on her lip. She hated to be asking so much of a man who had already given her more than she could have dreamed for - his son, for starters, and her home for the past half year, though completely unknowingly. ”What I am trying to do, sir,” she stated, summarizing at last, ”is to rewrite myself, to bring success to the District. Your son and your family has been a great aid to me thus far, and I would like to thank you for that.” With that, she cast her eyes downwards again briefy, her heart hammering in her chest as she awaited his response.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 8:19:40 GMT -7
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Draven's eyes studied February as she spoke. He looked down at his plate, ashamed at what he'd had to stoop down to in order to appeal for his father. It just wasn't enough that Draven loved her. He wasn't sure if his father understood love. Did his father love his mother? He wasn't sure. They had never shown affection in front of him. He couldn't remember one moment when his father would hold her hand, outside of campaign strategies anyways. When he'd make a speech, he would hold her hand as she stood by his side. But other than that, he couldn't find any intimacy between them.
He gave February a smile that conveyed two messages. One, that she was doing great. Two, that he was very sorry.
His father didn't say anything but continued to eat. Draven looked over at his mother who turned her gaze at him. She got the hint and cleared her throat. "That's very ambitious of you, February dear," she smiled at February. "Isn't that ambitious of her, Lex?" she looked at her husband.
"I daresay, it's very commendable," she said again when her husband said nothing. Mrs. Malcolm was a woman that was raised in wealth and class. District 6 didn't have a lot of that, but her family came from a line of two Victors. One was her great uncle, and the other was her great-great grandfather. Along with that, her family had already been wealthy before that. But with the family's winning the games twice, their wealth multiplied. As she was one of three sisters, she received 1/3 of the share of the wealth. When she married Lex, she became wealthier than her sisters.
Lex nodded, "you've both certainly given your mother and I something to think about." Draven nodded in return, he knew that was the best he would get out of his father for now. The good thing was that he didn't just refuse, so they had a good chance.
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Post by December Rain on Aug 22, 2016 12:10:49 GMT -7
"November," December whispered down to her twin, "how do you spell coward?""C-O-W-A-R-D," November whispered back up, cupping both hands around her mouth. December nodded and pushed the button on the red can of spray paint again, etching these new letters onto the wall. Her fingers were already red from the paint, and the wind had even blown some of it into her hair, but she didn't care. This was the final word she needed. When it was finished, she threw down the can and carefully climbed back down from the little ledge she had been perched on. When she was on the ground, she took November's hand and admired her handiwork. Written on Draven Malcolm's bedroom window in red, dripping letters was the following: GIV HER BACK YOU FLTHY STOPID COWARD December Rain couldn't exactly count spelling among her attributes, but she thought it got the message across. Next to her, November shivered and tugged on December's hand in a quiet attempt at saying they should leave. December ignored it. November had been brought to the Malcolm house quite against her will - but that wasn't really abnormal when it came to things her twin dragged her around to. When December needed an accomplice, quiet November was most often the one she turned to. January didn't usually care about her ideas, since she was so much older, but November would come along with some prodding. Whether it was twin responsibility or some secret evil in her sister, December didn't know or really care. December had needed an accomplice for tonight. She'd known for a little while now where her sister February was being kept, and was convinced that the awful, mean Draven Malcolm had stolen her. She remembered how terrible he was from that day by his father's car. What a Daddy's boy. December didn't have much in the way of family responsibility, but this seemed like an insult to their name and if she was going to be a victor one day, she didn't want it known that she'd let her sister get kidnapped when she was younger. What kind of bloodthirsty killer lets that happen? So, December had done some reconnaissance. She'd figured out where the Malcolms lived, and which room was Draven's. Then, she'd raided January's stash of spray paint, and took November to the house. Tonight wasn't actually the first time they'd been here; they'd been three other times, but each time, there had been a reason not to do it. For this to work the best, December needed all of the Malcolms to be home, and no one to be in Draven's room. It wasn't exactly a complicated plan, though. The window message was the first part, and the eggs on the ground was the second. She'd stolen the eggs from the market closest to school. Since that had now been several weeks ago, they had gone bad and smelled quite awful. That made it even better. December picked two eggs out of the carton, handed one to November, and then hurled hers at a nearby window she could see light through. There were figures in the light around a table, and it could not have been more perfect. Once, she would have been afraid of Lex, even used to admire him as a victor. She'd found tapes of his Games to watch, and they were good. But after meeting Draven and the threat to her sister, December wasn't afraid anymore. "Give back our sister, you filthy weakling coward!" December screamed, reaching into the box for another egg. Then, to November, she said, "Come on, throw it." Still hesitation from her. "She's your sister too!" December reminded her. November sighed and tossed her egg at the house without enthusiasm. December grinned and hurled her second egg directly after. "Kidnapper! Jerk! Wimp! I bet you're afraid to face me. You tried to put me in jail, but I escaped. You can't have me, and you can't have our sister! You give back February!" December kept screaming. She picked up a third egg and waited this time, folding her fingers around it. She wanted to send this one straight into Draven Malcolm's stupid little face the second he stepped outside. WC: 702 Tag: @draven and @february Notes: Hope this is okay, since you said Dec could intrude sometime. Also, fun fact: December is now my oldest character on the site! (Ari and Rue were older but, well, you know how that went.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 7:40:47 GMT -7
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Draven thought the dinner went well, all things considering. He knew his father was a hard man, he didn't think with his heart, but with his brain. Draven had appealed to him on that level, the logical level where he and his family could benefit from February being there. It was a good plan and he was sure that with his mother's help, they both had convinced him that February could stay. However, Mr. Malcolm wasn't going to outright say it. Draven knew that. It would take him until tomorrow morning to let things stew until he told Draven and February that she could stay. He was always like that. Making people wait for no real reason but to keep his foothold on the power that he held over them. Draven couldn't blame him, it was a good strategy which has worked every time.
After they had finished desert, the servants began to take the plates away and clear the table. But this didn't mean that the night was over. Father liked to read for a while and mother cross stitched while Draven usually sat impatiently on a chair, pretending to study, all the while wishing he could just leave the den and go to February. But now that she was there, he quite looked forward to the silence with his family- including February.
Draven stood up and held his arm out for February to lead her into the den when he heard something smash against the window, followed quickly by another. "What's that!?" He immediately ducked and looked towards the noise. The porch light outside provided enough light for him to see that something gooey had been thrown on the window. But the windows hadn't broken, so it wasn't anything that could break them.
Then he heard voices. "Stay here," he told February as he crawled on his hands and knees towards the window. "Father!" he whispered to him as both of them made their way to the window, but Mr. Malcolm wasn't crawling. He'd slinked along the wall and took a quick look out the window while Draven peeped his eyes from below. When he looked outside, he saw two shadows, but he didn't need to see their faces to know who they were. Or at least one of them. He knew that voice anywhere and from the smallness of the figure, he was sure it was December Rain.
"It's your sister! The little mean one!" he turned to February. "What the hell is she doing here?" He asked no one in particular as he turned to look back out the window, keeping his head as low beneath the window as possible just in case they decided to throw a rock in there. He wouldn't be surprised if she did. Although he didn't want to get hit by a rock, it would provide him with enough reason to throw her delinquent face in jail.
"What's she on about?" he asked February. Why was that little brat telling him that he kidnapped her sister!? He did no such thing. He decided that enough was enough. This was their property and he was sure that his father would try to put her in jail. Anyways, he could be brave about this. December was a puny little kid, he could deal with her.
Draven crawled on the floor to get out from under the window, then stood up and ran to the door. He opened it, yelling into the night, "Get out of here you filthy brat! Your sister came here on her own to get away from your family because you treat her like dirt! She doesn't belong with you! The peacekeepers will be here any minute and you'll both be arrested!" He had a smirk on his face, smug, knowing that he'd already won. He had February, his father was going to approve of her living with them. He wasn't going to allow a street rat to ruin all that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 11:11:54 GMT -7
Throughout the dinner, February had been on edge. She had to say the right things, smile correctly, and do everything in her power to stay with Draven. February loved him, and it felt like the first taste of hope and happiness she’d had in her life. Draven made her feel powerful, worthwhile, like she could be something else other than the name she was born into. She smiled up at him - no, beamed - as she took his arm. Though she wasn’t certain, something on his face made February feel like the dinner had gone well, like there was hope for a future for them. As she started to stand up from the chair, a sudden noise at the window made her go straight back down. Back at the apartment where she’d once lived, sounds in the night weren’t uncommon. She knew to duck, to run, to keep away from belligerents at all costs because the Peacekeepers (if they ever came, that is) would shoot you if they thought you were involved, too. Instinct took over, and she dropped to the floor, reaching out to stop Draven before she recognized the sound and the voice behind it. She’d accompanied January to egg houses years ago, and the sound of a cracking egg against glass was all too familiar. Her stomach sank, and fell again further when she heard Draven say her sister’s name.
Why did December have to ruin everything? Just once, when February thought she could be happy, December was there destroying it all. February stood up and walked to the door, putting her hand on Draven’s back and stepping around him. She knew what she had to do. February and Draven had worked so hard at the dinner to ensure that she could stay, and she wasn’t going to let that be tarnished. She looked at Draven, shaking her head. ”That’s not my sister anymore” she told him, loud enough for Lex Malcolm to hear. She’d showed him that she cared for his son, that she cared about his future. February had only told him, though, that she was not a Rain. Now was her chance to prove it. She stepped outside and looked directly at December. Words: 400 Tags: December Rain and @draven
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Post by December Rain on Nov 13, 2016 8:12:54 GMT -7
December saw Draven's cowardly little face pull open the front door, and she grinned. Actually grinned, because it was obvious she'd made him mad. Good. He deserved to be mad, for taking February away and for being so stuck up as a victor's son. He had no idea what anyone else's life was like, he was just stuck in his own. December would never be like that if she had been Lex Malcolm's daughter, and her kids - ick, if she could stand having kids - would be nothing like them. They wouldn't get handed anything.
December pulled another egg from the carton and hurled it at Draven's stupid face. "Liar!" she shrieked. She missed, and the egg exploded on the wall next to Draven, but she hoped she at least got some egg guts on him. Her throwing wasn't really that good, and she'd need to work on that before she went into the Games. Just in case. "She doesn't belong with you! You're filthy and awful and a stupid coward, Draven Malcolm!" December needed to spend more time with January - her insults needed a little work.
Then February stepped out from behind Draven, and December's feeling of triumph fell a bit. February didn't look glad to see her two youngest sisters. She didn't look relieved that someone had come to save her from the Malcolms. She probably doesn't think we can do it, she tried to convince herself, which was probably true. None of December's siblings thought she could do anything good, except maybe November. Good wasn't usually the point of anything she did, but she was trying now. She was trying to do the right thing for her family, because no one else was going to come over here and get February. Mom and Dad had eleven other kids to deal with, and even though January was probably mad at her twin, she didn't seem to care enough to go get her. So December was doing it. She didn't want anyone to ever think her a coward or ask her after she won the Games why she let her siblings get kidnapped and taken away.
"Deci," November said softly next to her, turning pleading eyes on her twin. She said nothing else - which wasn't a surprise with November - but it was enough to convey to December what November was saying. November was a coward too, but she was December's twin and sometimes that did mean something. "She's your sister, November. And he's ruining her. He's ruining all of us," December whispered. November said nothing, but she didn't turn away either. So, December took her twin's hand and, leaving the carton of rotten eggs behind her, took a few steps closer to the Malcolm's house.
She wasn't afraid of Peacekeepers. Draven was probably lying about that too, but even if he wasn't, December didn't care. Let them try to throw an 8-year-old in jail for trying to get her sister back. Just let them. She'd show them all one day, and when she was a victor they could say it started with what she did here. December looked at February, who hadn't said anything yet but was now standing in front of Draven. Like she was protecting him. "We're your sisters," December shouted over to February. "They think our family is all rats, and just because that little coward is making... googly eyes at you doesn't mean he really thinks you're any different. He's an awful, spoiled little brat and he kidnapped you. You're February Rain. You're our family, and we're not rats."
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February’s vision blurred red. Nearly every second of her waking life for the past decade had been spent in an attempt to distance herself from her surname. She worked hard in school and was well on her way to working in the government. February invested time in her appearance and read books to make herself sound as intelligent as the characters in them. There was not a single detail of her personality, appearance, of life in general that she didn’t try to improve. February decided long ago that she would NOT be another Rain child, poor and problematic. Draven had given her the last little push she needed towards a better life. She would be damned if she let December rip it away. Because appearances were important, February managed something of restraint. She felt like shoving December into oncoming traffic, but instead she stood with balled fists as she closed the distance between herself and her “sister”. “You’re not my sisters, not anymore,” February hissed. “The Rains are rats, don’t you get it? Look at where you are, December. You’re egging a house!” Her eyes fell on an emptied can of spray paint laying on the lawn. She didn’t have to turn to the house to guess that some misspelled, poorly written words covered the house. “I’m more like them than I’ll ever be like you. I’m taking government classes and living here now. It’s respectable, a good life. I’m making something of myself, and you’re vandalizing a Victor’s house.” February stood up straighter. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her. With everyone watching, she couldn’t afford to let December wreck her life. Now, she had to make the best example of her intent. It could be her own little trial by fire. February’s eyes bored into December. She’d yelled at her siblings before and actually gotten rather good at putting on a harsh and demanding demeanor. Most of the time at her old apartment, she was quiet and kept to herself, so when she yelled, it always came as a shock. “You will go to Mr. Malcolm, you will apologize sincerely for what you have done, you will clean up this terrible mess you’ve made of things, and you will never come back,” she demanded. Words: 415 Tags: December Rain and @draven
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For a moment, a horrifying moment, Draven's resolve wavered. December was right, wasn't she? He had taken February away from them. If she'd never ran into him that night, if they'd never spoken at all, she would still be with them. Did he really take her away? Did she even want to be here with him? He'd done all of this, hidden her away and lied to his family, and tried to convince them that February being here was a good thing, because he thought she wanted to be here just as much as he wanted her here.
His heart dropped into his stomach, the ground spun, but then February's words brought him back. Her words anchored him. Yes. Of course! Of course February was right and December was wrong. The Rains are rats. They are good for nothing. February was above them. She deserved better. She deserved Draven and his family and everything they had to offer. A smile spread over his face, proud and relieved at the same time. His hand found hers and he squeezed her small hand into his. Draven turned to face the girls, the intruders, a smug look on his face.
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Post by December Rain on Jan 20, 2017 20:10:41 GMT -7
December did actually take a step back at the venom in her big sister's voice, and she instantly wished no one noticed. February had yelled before, been stern before, but this time felt worse than all of those other times. February was really, really angry, angrier than December had ever seen her, and so mean. December was used to mean from practically everyone, but tonight, when she was trying so hard to do the right thing for once, it felt really awful. Maybe this was why she didn't do good things for her family. Maybe this was why December spent most of her days alone, away from everyone, because everyone was big stinking pile of worthless and dumb.
"I'm going to be a Victor some day," December yelled back at her older sister, pushing at her anger because it was all she had. She hated the moment she felt tears spring from her eyes, pouring down her cheeks in a way she didn't know how to stop, Victors don't cry, Victors don't cry, Victors don't cry! She let out a little squeal of frustration before she kept speaking, resisting the urge to wipe at her tears. Maybe if she didn't, she could believe that they weren't really there and she wasn't being a blubbering lose. "And when I do become a Victor and that little awful coward boyfriend of yours leaves you for a girl who is actually worthy, and you're all alone, you don't get to come back to being a Rain anymore! I'm going to make our name good all by myself, and you're going to be sorry! You're all going to be sorry!"
December turned to her twin, not knowing what she'd get out of November that would be of any help. November looked back at her wordlessly, and there were tears on her face too. Ugh, this was so stupid. Maybe she should leave, grab November and run away and leave February to the Malcolms. But that was exactly what February and Draven and all of those people wanted. Her running away would make them all happy, and when she glanced back toward the house, she saw that smug little look on Draven. He thought he'd won, just like he thought he'd won the day they met until she'd escaped. December's hands were balled into fists, and she looked back at the older girl who couldn't be her sister anymore as February yelled out demands.
Before December even had a chance to shout something back, November piped up. "I'm sorry Mr. Malcolm, we didn't me-" December slapped a hand over her twin's mouth. The little traitor! November was ready to fold like soggy paper. They couldn't cave to February's demands just like that, although they would be leaving soon. But December hadn't really expected November to hold up to this kind of outcome. November was here because December needed a second pair of hands, and because November would actually come. No one else would have. December kept her hand over November mouth though as she addressed February and the Malcolms again. "No. We're not sorry about anything. I used to think Lex Malcolm was so great, but he's not, not when his stupid meanie son tries to get me arrested and steals away my sister." December let go of November to pick up the carton of eggs, cradling it in one hand while her other reached for an egg. They'd only thrown four eggs so far, which left a glorious, uh... well a lot of eggs. December pulled back her arm and started throwing, accentuating each throw with a word. "I. hate. you. all!" She had no more words after that, so she just screamed, planning to empty the box at them and then she really would go away and never come back. That much of what February said she could do, and she'd never try to do anything for her family ever again.
WC: 658 Tag: @february and @draven Notes: You made Dec cry! I didn't even think she could.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 18:47:47 GMT -7
The only thing that kept February grounded was the squeeze of Draven’s hand. She never saw December cry before, and for a single moment, she hated the way it made her heart break. But then she remembered that December was a hellish child, a destructive, terrible sister that had driven her away from the apartment. February could only watch and squeeze Draven’s hand as she watched December break down. Unfortunately, she didn’t catch the moment at which December’s anger peaked until it was too late. The eggs started flying and February made a dramatic decision, pushing Draven back inside the house. February managed to catch almost half of all the eggs that flew the air, cracking their rotten insides all over the beautiful dress that Draven bought her. It stuck in her hair. Thankfully, they flew quickly, and there were only so many eggs in a carton. Very soon, they were all gone. Now, December had nothing left to do. February stood entirely humiliated and brimming with hate. Her eyes were daggers of fire and ice as they bored into her sister. “There, December. You’ve done it! You’ve ruined everything.” Hot tears stung at the corners of her eyes. February didn’t dare to imagine what the Malcolms thought of her now. “Leave.” When November and December finally left, February finally allowed the heavy tears to leave her eyes. They seared her skin as they rolled slowly down her cheeks which already burned hot with shame. Because she had no dignity left, February turned to Draven. “I am so, so sorry, Draven.” She exhaled, trying to ignore the terrible egg covering her. “This is all my fault.” Words: 300 Tags: @draven December Rain
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