I got bored halfway through, so it's not what it was meant to be. |D
For the longest time they were silent and still, all three of them, staring at eachother. How long had it been since they'd all been together? Torn apart by heightened emotion and conflict and drama, the siblings seemed to have been avoiding eachother as much as they could. For months. And now, in the present, things looked very different indeed.
Taliene Phoebus - once a pretty, innocent young woman, compassionate and thoughtful even if she could be unbearably selfish at times. She used to wear dresses reminiscent of the nineteen-sixties, and she never felt she needed that much makeup to look good. And now?
Now those greenish-brown eyes looked as if they were twice their true age, worn out and cold. She covered herself up now; sweaters, cardigans, jeans and trousers. She couldn't remember the last time she dressed as she used to. Makeup? She didn't even bother with it. She was bitter still, unhappy, and lacked the enthusiasm she'd once had for life.
Over a year since things had gone badly. She'd recovered from that, but it didn't mean she would return to her old self. Everybody she knew wanted to see the old Taliene, but the old Taliene just wasn't there. She was dead.
Rutilus Phoebus didn't feel quite as different as his sister did. But, he'd noticed, his moods were ever-changing; waves of the ocean that could not be predicted. Sometimes he'd sit for days in a depressed slump, bored out of his mind, but so much so that he could not be bothered doing anything about it. He'd miss work frequently during these periods. His temper went to hell. And - no longer quite as healthy-looking, sometimes. Sometimes there were shadows under his eyes and his cheeks sunk in when he'd gone too long without eating. Sometimes his hair was more of a mess than usual and his clothes were crumpled. Sometimes he betrayed his friends and stank of Jack Daniels.
Jared Insiea - or Phoebus as he now called himself, to be the same as his adoptive siblings. It seemed he was the only one that might have changed for the better. His characteristic stuttering had faded, becoming almost inaudible. He'd gotten a better job, he'd gotten a flat of his own. Even if he was single and had a limited number of friends, Jared, who had once been the loneliest and saddest of all three, had turned out to be happier than he could have imagined.
Strange how things turn out in the end.
Amen to that, fate is a funny
Strange indeed. I had this
I had this bookmarked to read later. |D