i wish i had a peanut
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ew. snowfall.
have developed insistent desire to not capitalize things that do not pertain to writerly. hm.
it is rough and bare. it is like a babe new to the world, screaming madly at all who beholds it.
no sacred sisters were harmed. yet.
err...it has a sofa in it?
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Luanna knits to pass the time. It’s not a hobby she likes, and she’s not particularly good at it, but there’s something comforting about the motions, the rhythm of the thing. It’s something to do, anyway, she says with a smile. She’s pretty certain she knitted a scarf once.
She’s knitting when Miranda stomps in and her hearts tangled in knots. She’s pissed off about something, and she’s making furious choking noises in the back of her throat. Luanna cocks her head towards the sound and waits with a placid stare for the heavy tread of Miranda pacing the floor until she blurts out who did what now, and she’s not expecting the jarring weight of her sister throwing herself down on the divan cushion next to her.
(anger guilt)
She smells cold and clear, like ice and water. Miranda’s sopping wet, shivering when Luanna reaches towards the sound of muted snarling and her fingers encounter rain slick cloths. Emotion bent in on itself. Luanna could feel Miranda on a bad day two miles away.
The blind girl set aside the mass of yarn and needles (missed the table and heard them clump to the floor) and says nothing. Waits. Waits for the seething sounds to subside and never once reacts to the deep shaky breathing. The knot in Miranda’s heart loosens slightly.
“Setie got hurt.”
(guilt)
Luanna braces her hands against her knees. “Is she okay? Does she need-?”
“She’s…fine.” Miranda grits out like gravel. Luanna can just imagine the teeth being bared in her direction. “Fucking Wink. Like I can’t take care of her. Like I don’t always take care of her.”