[reel and bait]
Mar. 2nd, 2010 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delinquent"Goddammit, Fin!"
The boy looks up: wide-eyed, bushy-tailed, adoration plastered all over his face.
Sin grimaces, before feeling the anger simmer out of her body (not supposed to swear in front of kids, double strike when it's at them) and she flops bonelessly back down on the beach chair (that they made, together, two summers ago. out of hammock string and wicker.)
She doesn't want to think about what this might mean.
Except she does, because it's in her nature, to fuss and think up every possible way the world can fuck the two over like they've got a huge neon sign pointing at their asses.
It kind of keeps her sane, that way.
There's sand all over their kitchen floor, when it's below twenty degrees outside. And they're 200 miles away from the sea.
Gin is leaning on the doorframe, with a sleezy grin on.
"Get out," Sin hisses, grinding her teeth as she tries to keep her fists in check.
Fin: 6 year old boy that can perform teleportation, but isn't aware of it nor is able to control it. Depending on mood, he can transport just a part of himself (arm, head) or everything surrounding him to a certain degree (bed, Sin, the entire flat). Loves peanut butter cookies and waffles, best when the two are somehow combined. Nicknamed Huckleberry by Gin. Obviously: Sin hates it.
Sin: Fin's 32 year old aunt. A cynical painter, not that she wants to be (either the cynical part or painter part, your call), she nevertheless does what she does and more or less tries to keep Fin out of trouble. Disgruntled that Fin can teleport to the peak of Mount Everest, yet not be able to go to the grocery store.
Gin: 57 year old neighbor. Knows what's up with Fin (or as least, doing a damn good job acting like he does), but is being an ass by not telling. Often comes by to their house for some reason, letting himself in despite Sin installing deadlock bolts on every door.
The boy looks up: wide-eyed, bushy-tailed, adoration plastered all over his face.
Sin grimaces, before feeling the anger simmer out of her body (not supposed to swear in front of kids, double strike when it's at them) and she flops bonelessly back down on the beach chair (that they made, together, two summers ago. out of hammock string and wicker.)
She doesn't want to think about what this might mean.
Except she does, because it's in her nature, to fuss and think up every possible way the world can fuck the two over like they've got a huge neon sign pointing at their asses.
It kind of keeps her sane, that way.
There's sand all over their kitchen floor, when it's below twenty degrees outside. And they're 200 miles away from the sea.
Gin is leaning on the doorframe, with a sleezy grin on.
"Get out," Sin hisses, grinding her teeth as she tries to keep her fists in check.
Fin: 6 year old boy that can perform teleportation, but isn't aware of it nor is able to control it. Depending on mood, he can transport just a part of himself (arm, head) or everything surrounding him to a certain degree (bed, Sin, the entire flat). Loves peanut butter cookies and waffles, best when the two are somehow combined. Nicknamed Huckleberry by Gin. Obviously: Sin hates it.
Sin: Fin's 32 year old aunt. A cynical painter, not that she wants to be (either the cynical part or painter part, your call), she nevertheless does what she does and more or less tries to keep Fin out of trouble. Disgruntled that Fin can teleport to the peak of Mount Everest, yet not be able to go to the grocery store.
Gin: 57 year old neighbor. Knows what's up with Fin (or as least, doing a damn good job acting like he does), but is being an ass by not telling. Often comes by to their house for some reason, letting himself in despite Sin installing deadlock bolts on every door.
