Liltëas Ninquelótë (ninquelote) wrote in opus_two, @ 2009-11-02 19:03:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Entry tags: | &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&curufin, &aredhel&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&finduilas, &curufin&nimloth, @ossiriand:celegorm's, @ossiriand:finduilas', aredhel, celegorm, curufin, finduilas, nimloth |
*for all her claims of acute independence, has been wishing there was someone she could tell about encounters with cute boys and maybe get some answers to a few burning questions* *isn't close enough to any of her girlfriends to gush with them, and she isn't sure whether her mother would be pleased or horrified (and she's not sure which reaction would be worse)*
*some things never change, however, which means another evening and another "family" dinner at her father's house (don't think for a second it belongs to her, too, or even her mother), which generally involves her parents talking to one another with occasional attempts to bring her into the conversation (which her father ignores) or similar attempts to bring her uncle into the conversation (which her mother ignores)*
*waits until her father isn't paying her any attention (it doesn't take long) and poises a pea atop her fork* *slingshots it across the table at Curufin and bites her lip hard to keep the giggles at bay*