Re: Webster's Vinyl: Harper L & Ceil L
[Harper was Harper, however much she changed or didn't. Ceil's love for her sister was at once sisterly and unconditional. She smiled as Harp's bag thudded to the floor, twining her fingers together, twisted, beneath her chin. She rocked on her feet, toes pigeoned together, and maybe anyone else would read Harper's lack of words as lack of care or depth, but Ceil knew her sister, and she could read everything (or so she thought) on her sister's skin, sand or snow—or even wisdom, even if she didn't recognize it for what it was.
She thought it was haggardness maybe. Not haunted, but the result of a month away, doing whatever it was she'd done. Ceil was too young to know any better, and, even though she knew Harper better than she knew anyone else, she just couldn't know somethings.—She didn't know what to make of Aunt and Uncle, so she tipped her head in a wash of bleach-pink.] The same? [She did smile though, precious, pert, pout and posy, and she bounced on her feet. Harp's hands were warm on her cheeks and she giggled, curling her fingers over her sister's.] You didn't miss much. Daniel's still up there. His bed is HUGE and he's still—[A dropped stage whisper.]—really weird, but he's nice. [She grinned and leaned forward one more time. This time to place a kiss on Harper's cheek.] I missed you lots. It's been mostly VERY boring. Oh! I did get us $1k today. [She looked angelic, in spite of the devious glint in her eyes.] I was very good!