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So...so...sleepy. Stupid muscle relaxers taken NINE HOURS AGO and still kicking my ass. GRR.

Day 7

007. Days

Rose worried that she was getting lazy. Too many years of her mother's work ethic ate at her, and she had the nagging worry that if she wasn't killing herself at an 8-to-5, then she was a worthless bum. She didn't need to work, she told herself. She had enough money to live more than comfortably for the rest of her life.

She found cleaning her house every day helped, as did working in the garden. Of the two, she much preferred mucking about in the garden. She always felt so sick if she couldn't get out into the sun.

 

016. Purple

Oh come on, you knew what this one would be. –Thistle

"Whoa," Rose breathed, eyes wide. "I…didn't know they came in colors?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes as the creature beside her beamed and ruffled her feathered wings. They were a mix of dark purples, ranging from violet to a deep plum. Her long hair was the same shade plum shade, although there were lighter streaks of lilac throughout. A succubus, Bonnie said—her daughter and Aerael's.

"She's here to take care of your bogey problem," Bonnie continued, nudging the oh-so-purple one. "She's been fucking the jackass for five years now, and I think it's past time they found their own place."

 

026. Teammates

"You can do it, Rose!" Bonnie cheered from her blanket. "Don’t shame your family!"

"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" Rose asked, ignoring her. "This is so not my thing."

"Because I annoyed you until you said yes," Pam said, grinning.

"And we needed someone who can hula hoop," Sebastian added, "and you're it."

"So I hula 40 times, then Pam maneuvers a scooter through the cones, and you finish out hopping to the finish in a potato sack. This is so stupid."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I think Bonnie keeps this town around for her own amusement."

 

032. Sunset

The nest of vampires that Bree hung out with had a very nice, if strange, home. There were no windows. There were spaces were windows used to be before they had all been bricked in, and now gorgeous landscapes were painted in lieu of a view.

"You're sure they won't mind us being in here while they're all asleep for the day?" Rose asked nervously, checking the time yet again. It was way too close to sunset for her liking.

"Trust me, they only care about vampire hunters and getting staked. They're not going to care about us sneaking DVDs."

 

 

041. Shapes

Rose found herself suddenly drafted into helping Bonnie with bake sale cookies, which meant rolling and cutting out the sugar cookies. A plastic box full of all manner of cutter shapes sat in a chair beside her: stars, moon, sun, flowers, and a zoo of animal shapes…obviously Bonnie collected the things. Rose picked through them, trying to decide which ones to use.

"Is this a spider cutter?" she asked, picking one out.

"Halloween. The kids love 'em. But since these are to raise money for band, I'd go with the music cutters."

"Fine, but I'm not making any triangle cookies."

 

057. Lunch

"I knew it. How long have you been out here, young lady?"

Rose looked up from the flower bed and tossed another weed over her shoulder. "Uhh…what time is it?"

"A little after one."

"Oh. Then awhile. I came out here after eight. What're you doing here?"

Bonnie shook her head and smacked her granddaughter across the back of the head. "Wasp called me and asked me to check on you. I brought you lunch. Come eat."

She rose to her feet, grimacing as blood hit her legs again, and took off her gloves. "I smell fried chicken?"

"Yes indeedy."

 

066. Rain

"Rose!" Wasp hollered, using a glamour to make sure his voice carried. "Woman, do you not have the sense to come out of the damn rain?"

She laughed and twirled about in the gentle spring rain, her hair already plastered to her head and face. "It's fine! No thunder, no lightning. Come on! Come out!"

The pixie heaved a sigh, and with a roll of his eyes flew out into the rain to join her. She spun again as he flew in a counter circle around her, reaching out to touch hands, and together they danced merrily. Merry, but sodden.

 

070. Storm

"Ha-HA! Brace yourself, dread queen!"

Rose cast an eye down at the sword-wielding pixie and bared her teeth. "Don't you dare storm my castle, pixie bitch."

He hacked lightly at one of the Tinkertoy sticks. "Enjoying yourself?"

"I fucking love Tinkertoys. I still think I need about five more sets though. I could build Buckingham Palace—in Tinkertoy form."

He slipped through a handy space and poked her with the plastic sword—and she was nearly positive it had come off one of Siana's fruity drinks.

"I told you not to storm my castle!"

"I didn't. I ninja'd this bitch."

 

080. Why?

"Alright, time for bed."

"Why?"

"Because it's eight o'clock."

"Why?"

"Because of the earth's rotation."

"Why?"

"Ask your grandmother."

"Why?"

"BECAUSE."

Isolde giggled and Rose made another mental memo to herself never to have kids. But the little demon bogey came out from under the chair and allowed herself to be taken to the nursery, dressed for bed, and put down beside her brother. She snuggled into his side and gave her babysitter a coy smile.

"Don't look at me like that," Rose said, narrowing her eyes. "You are too much your mother's daughter."

"Why?"

"Oh, don't start that again."

 

094. Independence

"I ran away from home when I was sixteen," Rose said suddenly, startling the pixie from his puzzle. "I never got on well with Mom, and it got even worse when I was a teenager. So one day I just packed up some stuff and snuck out."

"So how did that turn out for you?" he asked, turning a piece of jigsaw around in his hands.

She grinned and tapped a piece of her own onto the growing picture. "The cops picked me up three days later, and I was relieved. Pride wouldn’t let me go back on my own."

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Date: 2009-03-24 03:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com
again with the triangle! heee. (does bonnie have a lobster cookie cutter too? because she totally should.) also, i'm with rose - given a choice between cleaning the house and digging in the garden, i'd take the garden too.

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