|
|
Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 4:04:36 GMT -5
Silver looked up from his writing, momentarily lost, as his mind was still mostly focused on the page. "Just writing," he said. He'd have left it at that, but it occured to him how likely it would be for his brother to just drop the subject. "Poems," he said. "Really crappy ones, you don't want to see them." He didn't really think they were crappy, but Dare didn't seem to understand his poetry, so he preferred to keep it to himself.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 25, 2008 4:07:41 GMT -5
Dare made a face of displeasure, though he didn't really care. Silver got really touchy about his poetry, so Dare preferred to just leave it alone. "You don't mind if I draw you, do you?" Dare asked, though the deed was already done. Not like Silver had noticed anyway, but if he pretended to ask, Silver got less touchy when he found out later.
|
|
|
|
Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 4:11:59 GMT -5
Silver shook his head. "I don't mind," he said, knowing Dare had already finished the picture. He could see it in the open book on his brother's lap, for chrissake. If he'd have noticed while Dare was at it, he'd have been bothered. It was knowing he was being watched that got to him. But he'd been deep into his writing, so it hadn't mattered.
The train started to slow, and Silver leaned toward the window, peering out for all the good it did. There were some lamps lit, but otherwise, it was dark out there. "You remember where we're going?" he asked Dare. He remembered, but he figured he'd check.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 25, 2008 4:14:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know, the carriages," Dare said. His eyes met his brother's across the aisle, knowing their train of thought was perfectly in tandem right now. Carriages, thestrals, death, Mom. They broke eye contact at the same time, each turning to close their quill into their respective book. Dare shoved his into his duffel, then zipped it closed, silently declaring that Silver could just hold onto his. "Let's jet, then," Dare said, and pushed to his feet to get his trunk.
|
|
|
|
Post by Silver Blackwood on May 25, 2008 4:17:35 GMT -5
Silver was sick with nerves by now. Rationally he knew there was nothing to be nervous about. They'd just follow the tide of students, and everything would be explained. But it was his entire life changing, and he didn't know if it was for the better or the worse. He almost preferred to stay where he'd been, even if he hadn't been entirely happy, because he'd found his niche; he'd been comfortable enough. Silver dragged down his trunk and followed Dare out of the compartment, giving it one last look before the door slid closed and they headed off the train.
|
|
