crazycreator Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:09 am
Andreas stared at his sister over the rim of his steaming mug. The kitchen smelled sharply of cinnamon and raw vanilla this morning. It seemed brighter in the apartment, even though the shades were drawn over the windows as usual.
Just the two of them drinking tea at the table. He could have said it was like old times. But times changed too frequently. He moved too much, but of course she always found him. In a way, they did have a routine. Whenever she arrived spontaneously, she crashed on the couch and made him breakfast the next morning--not breakfast really, simply whatever concoction she was favoring at the moment. They talked, but not really.
"What did you do to your hair?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Dyed it. Then cut it. Then dyed it again." Halcyon fiddled with a blonde strand curling at the corner of her lips. "Pixie cut lends itself to disguises. You should see my wig collection."
"And how many times have you changed your name since I last saw you?" Andreas inquired, pretending indifference. "Four times?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Halcyon stretched, her t-shirt (his t-shirt--apparently she hadn't stuffed any PJs into that bag) crinkling at the shoulders. "Only two."
Andreas snorted and set his mug in the sink. "You're welcome to the apartment, for however long you're staying this time."
"Are you going somewhere?" she asked with mild curiosity. He cast her an exasperated look as he grabbed a light jacket, his messenger bag, and opened the door.
"You don't give me goodbyes, so why should I return the favor? You pop in and out of existence, Halcyon."
"Sounds like someone's cranky." Her tone had cooled as well; she didn't like her given name used.
"Yes, well, help yourself to the food in the cabinets. And don't freak out when Ven comes home. He's my roommate." He'd been away for the past few nights, but was scheduled to return sometimes that day.
Before she could ask any more questions, he shut the door on her shocked expression and trod down the stairs to the main lobby of the apartment. Exiting onto the street, he made his way to the underground, and to Brighton.
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