tell a story, big sister [ lori ]
Jan 30, 2014 22:04:38 GMT -5
Post by Elias D. Janovich on Jan 30, 2014 22:04:38 GMT -5
Winter had never been his season. Honestly, Elias just did not take well to the cold, nor did he really like the idea of going out and playing in the snow.
But… you do anything for your sister. Especially the sister who you had only recently been reunited with—and the sister who was dead. Bundled up in the only winter clothing he had been able to scrounge up (which included long underwear, forbidden anyone find out), Elias’s feet crunched through the white snow, his gaze turning this way and that as he tried his very best to avoid the gazes of those around him. The festival was afloat with people, all wanting to enjoy themselves as much as possible.
Yet, not being invited to the Gala had left something of a thorn in his side.
The man just didn’t like that. He also did not think that he deserved to be there, yet when the letter had not arrived, nor when he had not been personally invited (why he would want to be, as it would likely be at the humor of the others), it had hurt… somewhere. Instead, his sister, who he had not spent nearly enough time with in the last amount of time, had wanted to stay with him instead. Spend the day with him. In the snow.
And so, Elias Janovich was here, and looking around for a sister, transparent among the white, who had dragged him here. If he had anything to say about it, he would have went home. He had argued it. They could enjoy hot cocoa, watch a movie--maybe invite someone else over? Instead, per usual, Lorilee had somehow insisted on dragging him out of his comfort zone.
He already wanted back in.
”Okay… you got me here. Now what?”
He didn’t often pray. He’d pray if it got him home quick enough.
(This is short I apologize)