Annabelle Blishwick (
forkedroad) wrote2017-02-03 09:56 pm
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BONER AU: DAY AFTER
Annabelle had always been a decent sleeper, but whenever she and the Tanners were due for some excitement, she often slept restlessly. The previous night had been different, despite her excitement; she'd pretty much fallen asleep the second she'd flopped onto their bed into a deep, hard sleep, soon drooling pretty ungracefully.
And the next day, they all awoke more or less frantically—or at least, Lauren and Annabelle certainly had. Lauren, out of anxiety, and Annabelle out of excitement. The three of them had done their thing, aiding the nice town they were in with their talents.
Now that all the excitement is over, the three of them have been paid for their efforts. They've been invited to a boundless meal, as well as wine and ale, in the evening, because the town, frankly, loves to party, and has a great reason to celebrate. But that invite, though accepted, doesn't help them soon enough, and so they've found themselves at a pub for some lunch.
They're seated at a communal bench table, and the brothers are sitting next to each other across from Annabelle. Annabelle has been desperately trying not to look at Lauren more than she would normally, which has made her realize she has no idea how often she does or doesn't do that kind of thing. Right now, her jaw is set against her palm, thin fingers curled into her dark, wild hair while her eyes are lid downcast at her food, which she's kind of just. stabbing relentlessly (but not so frantically so as to make a pub-wide scene) with her fork.
It's not that she's in a bad mood, or anything—she's been quite chipper, if somewhat stilted and odd. At the moment, she's just lost in reminiscence. She's trying to find what the hell had come over here the night before. She bites her lip, and the fork slips, causing an unpleasant squeak against the porcelain.
And the next day, they all awoke more or less frantically—or at least, Lauren and Annabelle certainly had. Lauren, out of anxiety, and Annabelle out of excitement. The three of them had done their thing, aiding the nice town they were in with their talents.
Now that all the excitement is over, the three of them have been paid for their efforts. They've been invited to a boundless meal, as well as wine and ale, in the evening, because the town, frankly, loves to party, and has a great reason to celebrate. But that invite, though accepted, doesn't help them soon enough, and so they've found themselves at a pub for some lunch.
They're seated at a communal bench table, and the brothers are sitting next to each other across from Annabelle. Annabelle has been desperately trying not to look at Lauren more than she would normally, which has made her realize she has no idea how often she does or doesn't do that kind of thing. Right now, her jaw is set against her palm, thin fingers curled into her dark, wild hair while her eyes are lid downcast at her food, which she's kind of just. stabbing relentlessly (but not so frantically so as to make a pub-wide scene) with her fork.
It's not that she's in a bad mood, or anything—she's been quite chipper, if somewhat stilted and odd. At the moment, she's just lost in reminiscence. She's trying to find what the hell had come over here the night before. She bites her lip, and the fork slips, causing an unpleasant squeak against the porcelain.
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"I meanf, what elph would there be to do."
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"We'll all talk."
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"That's okay though, I can talk to other people if you want me to."
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"Let's just see when we get there, yeah?" She laughs in a way that's kind of nervous. And maybe annoyed? "It feels a little silly to be planning something as trivial as who talks to who so far in advance."
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She gestures to Susan loosely, glancing at him.
"I just felt badly that you seemed to be suggesting avoiding..." Her expression becomes distant before she can say 'us.' She shakes her head, appearing as if she's lost her train of thought. She folds some hair behind her ear, clearing her throat as she glances off.
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"No, I don't want to avoid you! Just..." He pauses, thinking his words over.
"It just seemed like maybe you and Lauren have something you need to talk about. Unless there's some other reason you're acting funny."
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There. Believable lie, in her humble opinion.
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"Is Lauren on his period too?"
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She wants to answer Susan, she does—she didn't consider that Susan wouldn't know about this stuff, but why would he?
She folds her hand over her head, her shoulders shaking as she laughs. She snorts.
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"No. I'm not." he finally chokes out, looking bright red.
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Annabelle shoots up, her face bright red from laughter. She reaches over the table to gently take Susan's hand, still clearing up her giggles, using the knuckles of her other fingers to gently wipe at the corner of her eye.
"Susan, only women get periods. A lot of men are uncomfortable about them! Lauren is uncomfortable about most things, so he's amongst them; that's why he's being weird.."
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But.
"Yeah... Sorry."
He just looks down at his plate. He doesn't like lying to his brother.
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"Okay... I guess that makes sense." Maybe. He still doesn't really know what a period is but he does know that Lauren gets uncomfortable about a lot of things, so it isn't obviously a lie to him at least.
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She stands up kind of abruptly. She smiles kind of unnaturally, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Anyway, I'm going—to go deal with that. Have a bath or something. You know. Get ready for the bonfire."
Which was in like...what. Seven hours.
She moves past them, glancing anxiously at Lauren.
"Sorry," she says awkwardly and uncertainly, barely above a mumble, and lifts her skirts to go hurry up the stairs.
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"Sorry for frustrating you."
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"You aren't frustrating me. You just aren't making sense."
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"I don't get it either." Maybe she was mad at him? Did she regret what happened? Was he acting weird towards her? He'd been trying to act normal, but it was hard when you couldn't necessarily remember what normal was.
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"...I think I made a mistake."
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"What do you mean?"
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