bl_eli (bl_eli) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-10-15 06:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | annette long (npc), dec 2002, eli long (oc), loc: private residence (london), type: rp |
Peace Offering
Date & Time: 15 December 2002 | Evening
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Eli Long, Annette Long (NPC)
Location: Eli’s flat; London
Summary: Eli’s twin sister pays him an unexpected visit.
Eli tapped his magical model as it levitated in front of him. The roof changed from wooden shingles to clay tiles. Is that a better choice? Did the clay tiles compliment the structure more? Perhaps stone instead of brick. He dropped down onto the couch and buried his head in his hands. His focus was off.
Eli lifted his head when someone knocked at his door. He checked the time. Eight o'clock.
"Annette?" he said when he opened the door, and she pushed her way past him. Then she turned and smiled, holding a box out for him. "What's this?"
"Brownies, what else?" she said before shoving the box into his hands and plopping down on his couch. "Look, it's a peace offering, Eli. I know I upset you Tuesday."
Eli closed the door and dropped the box on the table. "You mean when you called me a bloody idiot or when you said my taste in birds sucks?" He sat down on the edge of his bed. "I'm sure you said much more than that."
Annette smirked at him. "Come on, you know I'm only looking out for you. Open your box. You know you want to."
Eli hated that she was right. He knew she hadn't meant to be unkind, and he did want to try just one brownie. And truthfully, he'd been thinking about her words for days. Was she right? "You could use some tact," he said, opening the box and inhaling deeply. He reached in and took a brownie.
"Why? You're my brother. We can be honest with each other," she said, holding out her hand for a brownie.
Eli obliged her. He ate his brownie and closed the box. Then he leaned back on his bed, lying sideways with his calves and feet dangling off the edge. "Do you think she's really only using me?" he asked. He and Annette had always been close enough to talk frankly about their lives, even their loves lives.
Annette stretched out on his couch. "Not using you. That's not what I said. I said she was most likely still infatuated with this Cornmeal bloke--"
"--Cornfoot--"
"--whatever, and if she is," Annette explained, "then she's not over him, and she's definitely not ready to be in a relationship with you."
Eli blinked up at the ceiling. It made sense. It truly did. He turned his head and looked at his sister. She was watching him.
"Eli," she said, "I know you. I know who you're looking for. Ophelia did a number on you, and for someone reason you have no idea the caliber of woman you deserve. However, I know who you're looking for is not some bird who is pinning over some other bloke."
Eli looked away. "But he might not want to commit to her."
Annette groaned. "Are you even listening to yourself? If he doesn't commit to her, then she'll come straight to you, and yet didn't you say she was sad that he wasn't committing? Eli, that's a bird who wants the other guy. She's wants someone to make her feel better, and who might that be? You! You're the perfect fucking guy with the exception of your lousy taste in birds."
"Don't curse. You know mum hates it," he said and closed his eyes. Why did her words sound so true and yet make him feel so lousy?
"You know I'm right," she said but her voice was quiet, apologetic even. "I don't know her, it's true, but I know birds. And I know you. Your heart is made of marshmallow. You're a good bloke, Eli, and I'm not just saying that because you're my twin. She might be beautiful and brilliant and sexy, blah, blah, blah, but the fact is, she has very strong feelings for the other bloke. And you deserve more than that."