12-09-2008, 09:40 AM
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Kansas, as with his other siblings, was always afraid of seeming too soft to Firefly. He was passive, quiet, and more frightful than any of Phoenix and Iskata's children. If any of them had been born with a mean streak, he would have been the one to bully. Of ocurse, Firefly accepted him, and in fact favored him. But he had the sense that she was better than him in a lot of ways, and should she realize that he knew he'd become more of a disappointment to her.
"I suppose so." Her words, though kind and playful, made him think about this, so that his eyes became shadowed. Firefly wouldn't think to read a poem to an object of her attraction. He was sure she was cleverer, needing only her own seductiveness. He watched his sister with a bit of sadness - she withdrew, just a little, as he would expect her to. She didn't like those sorts of get-togethers; he should have known better than to ask her. But how could he not? It was almost disloyal to Savina to keep her from meeting Firefly, his other favorite girl. He had exerted his convenient advantage in being Firefly's twin, and for this he felt badly. "It doesn't have to be a big thing. Just stop by. Sometime."
His voice was light, without the slightest trace of disappointment. He wasn't disappointed at all. That was Firefly: he knew she'd humor him, but she wouldn't like it. "So... Your turn. What's - what's kept you busy?" An eye for an eye. Perhaps the speedy topic-change would ease her into opening up. Into telling him something, anything, about her world.
Kansas, as with his other siblings, was always afraid of seeming too soft to Firefly. He was passive, quiet, and more frightful than any of Phoenix and Iskata's children. If any of them had been born with a mean streak, he would have been the one to bully. Of ocurse, Firefly accepted him, and in fact favored him. But he had the sense that she was better than him in a lot of ways, and should she realize that he knew he'd become more of a disappointment to her.
"I suppose so." Her words, though kind and playful, made him think about this, so that his eyes became shadowed. Firefly wouldn't think to read a poem to an object of her attraction. He was sure she was cleverer, needing only her own seductiveness. He watched his sister with a bit of sadness - she withdrew, just a little, as he would expect her to. She didn't like those sorts of get-togethers; he should have known better than to ask her. But how could he not? It was almost disloyal to Savina to keep her from meeting Firefly, his other favorite girl. He had exerted his convenient advantage in being Firefly's twin, and for this he felt badly. "It doesn't have to be a big thing. Just stop by. Sometime."
His voice was light, without the slightest trace of disappointment. He wasn't disappointed at all. That was Firefly: he knew she'd humor him, but she wouldn't like it. "So... Your turn. What's - what's kept you busy?" An eye for an eye. Perhaps the speedy topic-change would ease her into opening up. Into telling him something, anything, about her world.