🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in repose, @ 2015-12-18 12:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, ceil love, daniel webster, harper love |
[Harper + Ceil (and Daniel, later)]
[Harper was rather entirely uncertain about the prospect of this homecoming. She felt as if she'd left Repose ages ago, though she knew it had only been a month in the tiny town that now seemed quite small and fragile. If not for Ceil, she would stay away entirely. If she remained away, there'd be no need to explain what she was, what she was not. There would be no need to be the girl she'd been. The girl who mum and town expected her to be, that girl could go quiet into that good night, and none would be the wiser. But there was Ceil, and it was for Ceil that Harper returned.
She looked little altered. Her black sweater hung lose on her body, and her sweats were gray and careless, tucked into duck boots and slouched over socks. She wore no smile, despite looking forward to seeing her sister bounce down the music store steps, as if the world was a thing made of candyfloss. Harper liked to think that, for Ceil, perhaps the world was was a menagerie of color and brightness. Hopefully, Daniel Webster had kept Ceil good company, and Harper felt slightly better about having left her sister in the companionship of that strange relation from nowhere. Oliver and Jude, too, could be trusted, and perhaps this was all Harper's way of making herself feel better for desertion. For Harper had outgrown her skin and her life, and she was now trying to fit herself back into it.
The door to the music store jangled, and Harper entered, bag hoisted onto one shoulder.] Babygirl? I'm home.