- room 220 - tuesday evening - 11/17 -
Fiona stared at the thread between her fingers, watched it grow and change to the strange golden thread that meant she was looking at her own life, and continued to focus beyond. Beyond what was hard to say, since she didn't even quite know what she was doing other than that she was doing it, but more threads sprang up, threads in different colors, different materials, different thicknesses and lengths. Some seemed slick and smooth, others harsh and rough. She tried to follow one of them when she felt one of her feet cramp up.
Dammit.
Fiona tossed the thread off the side of her bed, growled, and flopped back on her bed. She considered pulling out a book, but her desire to pull out something to research with had her folding her hands on her stomach. Calling Eliot was the second thought, but sharing frustration just meant that she'd be chewing over her failure and brother or not, she didn't have the patience for it.
Eventually, she picked up a catalogue she'd gotten in the mail the other day and started paging through it. Mindless, thoughtless 'window' shopping. Yes, that was right up her alley right now.
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Dammit.
Fiona tossed the thread off the side of her bed, growled, and flopped back on her bed. She considered pulling out a book, but her desire to pull out something to research with had her folding her hands on her stomach. Calling Eliot was the second thought, but sharing frustration just meant that she'd be chewing over her failure and brother or not, she didn't have the patience for it.
Eventually, she picked up a catalogue she'd gotten in the mail the other day and started paging through it. Mindless, thoughtless 'window' shopping. Yes, that was right up her alley right now.
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