01-26-2009, 03:51 PM
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317. Adelaida & Sankor
Finding her target hadn’t been too hard. Alexey had a sturdy sense of smell when it came to tracking down family. This was a child’s game. She could already make out her sister’s silhouette amidst the downfall of snow and iced rain, and from what her nose could decipher, Sankor wasn’t too far off either. Of course he was close by; Adelaida probably had him tied down like the ball and chain she was. Nothing ever changed. Her sister always played the victim while Sankor’s job was to be the hero. Alexey could only imagine the things Ade had told their brother during her lengthy absence. Probably something along the lines of:” It was all Alexey’s fault, she abandoned me! It was horrible,” followed by some more incoherent whining.
Shaking her head, the Bluet kept moving forward. They had a lot of things to talk about, and she wanted answers to her questions right now. It wasn’t like Alexey to hold a grudge against her sister for so long, but she had spent the last two months or so brooding over their argument with no one to talk to. Katanka wasn’t exactly the right person to go to for advice; she had always been wise enough to keep out of her children’s arguments, favoring none over the other. Lexey hadn’t even bothered speaking about her sister at all, unless asked about her well being. Hurt and anger were bottled up inside of her, and those feelings needed to come out one way or another.
Alexey finally came to a halt a few feet away from the masked female. “What are you doing here, chicken shit?” she spat, her tone of voice sharp and deadly. She hadn’t initially intended to sound so mean, it just happened. Everything was coming out wrong. Alexey was ripping into her sister when all she wanted to do was say “I love you.”
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317. Adelaida & Sankor
Finding her target hadn’t been too hard. Alexey had a sturdy sense of smell when it came to tracking down family. This was a child’s game. She could already make out her sister’s silhouette amidst the downfall of snow and iced rain, and from what her nose could decipher, Sankor wasn’t too far off either. Of course he was close by; Adelaida probably had him tied down like the ball and chain she was. Nothing ever changed. Her sister always played the victim while Sankor’s job was to be the hero. Alexey could only imagine the things Ade had told their brother during her lengthy absence. Probably something along the lines of:” It was all Alexey’s fault, she abandoned me! It was horrible,” followed by some more incoherent whining.
Shaking her head, the Bluet kept moving forward. They had a lot of things to talk about, and she wanted answers to her questions right now. It wasn’t like Alexey to hold a grudge against her sister for so long, but she had spent the last two months or so brooding over their argument with no one to talk to. Katanka wasn’t exactly the right person to go to for advice; she had always been wise enough to keep out of her children’s arguments, favoring none over the other. Lexey hadn’t even bothered speaking about her sister at all, unless asked about her well being. Hurt and anger were bottled up inside of her, and those feelings needed to come out one way or another.
Alexey finally came to a halt a few feet away from the masked female. “What are you doing here, chicken shit?” she spat, her tone of voice sharp and deadly. She hadn’t initially intended to sound so mean, it just happened. Everything was coming out wrong. Alexey was ripping into her sister when all she wanted to do was say “I love you.”