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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 13:27:48 GMT -4
"Ugh, I'm sorry," Leigh said, annoyed at her own behavior, melting a little into the embrace. "I'm sorry. Bad henchlady," she added with a touch of her regular humor to her voice. "I'm just sick of Mom defending her. Even if it's just because mom likes to see the good in everyone. Even Kelly. And when you defended Mom, it was like...you were standing up for Kelly. I know you weren't, it's just so frustrating. Mom and I don't talk about it, for good reason. It was my fault for bringing it up.
"Think you can forgive me and play dress-up and pretend the whole thing didn't happen? Please?" She added, giving her best puppy-eyes pout.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 3, 2008 13:50:34 GMT -4
Seraphim nodded a little, leaning against the other girl, and placing a light kiss onto her cheek. It was impossible to say 'no' to that look. "Of course. Don't worry about it, seriously. We won't mention She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named anymore, around mom or otherwise, and it'll be all good," she suggested quietly, pulling back a bit to look closer at Leigh, smiling slowly. She freed one hand, lifting it and using it to push some blonde hair behind the other girl's ear.
"Unless, of course, we find something really skanky in the dress-up trunk. Then one of us will be obligated to dress up as her, and we'll have a laugh."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 13:53:13 GMT -4
"Sounds like a plan to me," Leigh replied, instantly cheered, and ran upstairs, holding onto Sera's hand, and into the corner of the den, grabbing the string that opened up the ladder. She pulled it down with only a bit of a struggle. "We never go up there," Leigh noted as the latter creaked as it unfolded. "'Cept for the Christmas decorations, really." She stood on the bottom step, as if giving it a moment to decide whether or not it wanted to collapse. "Seems sturdy, though."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 3, 2008 13:57:13 GMT -4
"You hope it's sturdy," Seraphim corrected her, with just a bit of a scowl. She released Leigh's hand, so the blonde could have both usage of her own, in order to climb up. To Sera, it didn't look that sturdy, and the dark attic didn't look that inviting, but she refused to chicken out. What sort of leader would she be then? Even if childhood experiences were willing her to head back downstairs and wait.
"Okay, hurry up, go on. I'll.. well, I'll try to catch you if you fall. Please don't actually fall."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 19:11:26 GMT -4
"If I do, I will do my damnedest not to fall on you," Leigh replied solemnly, and then promptly scrambled upstairs as quickly as she could, not wanting to give it the chance to give way (if it was, indeed, going to do so). She ended up on the landing very quickly, and felt along the wall until she found the light switch. Thankfully, there was a light-switch. If it was one of those single-bulb swaying in the scary-breeze, she wasn't sure she could do it. Once the light was safely on, she looked down towards Sera.
"Hey, it holds! And plus, no serial killers. C'mon up!"
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 3, 2008 19:28:15 GMT -4
Seraphim had watched her the entire time she climbed, unconsciously fastening her teeth onto her lower lip as she did so. Her arms crossed over her chest, as Leigh disappeared into the attic, and soon enough, there was light coming down, following closely by Leigh looking down at her. She smiled up at the blonde, as she began to climb slowly up the later to join her. "No serial killers is always a plus," she murmured, as she finally reached the landing, and hoisted herself comfortably into the attic.
It wasn't as scary as she remember, especially with the light on, but it was still no ideal place to hang out. Maybe with a little decorating, it would be more tolerable. There was a lot of space at least. "You know, if we cleaned this place, and went all Queer Eye on it, it might make a nice bedroom. I didn't realize how huge it was."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 19:44:52 GMT -4
"I'm not the right kind of queer for that," Leigh answered thoughtfully. "Too much patience. And color coordination. Mine only extends through wardrobe, not decoration. I think that they're behind one of the old dressers," the blonde noted, gesturing towards to the other end of the attic.
"Mom probably wouldn't mind if we tried to clean the place up, to make a room out of it. But there's a whole lotta junk we'd have to go through."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 3, 2008 20:01:36 GMT -4
"There's only the one kind of queer, stupid," Seraphim replied dully. "I probably should have known I was a raging homosexual, I've always had a good hand for decor. I practically decorated our downstairs, along with mom. Of course, I also have expensive taste, and that isn't good, since I'm.. rather unemployed, with a tiny allowance," the brunette muttered, looking off toward the other side of the attic as Leigh pointed.
Walking carefully, as if she thought the floor might give out from under them, she began to head in that direction. "I don't know what we could turn it into, though, or when you'd find the time. I mean, you already have a den, and a living room, and a bedroom.. and we're a little old for a secret club house. Unless you want to turn it into some kind of kinky sex grotto. We could insulate the walls, get some leather curtains.."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 20:08:32 GMT -4
"That sounds like something Ophelia would want," Leigh replied idly, moving to look behind the furniture, and finding a horde of boxes. "Which immediately makes me think it's probably not the best idea. We have plenty to look through, apparently. Praise Mom's organizational skills. Everything should be labeled." She peered at the top box, wiped a thick collection of dust away, and saw that it read "baby stuff - Michael." She grinned, and put the box aside, making a mental note that she should remember where that was. Blackmail material was always a good thing.
"Shouldn't take too long, anyway."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 3, 2008 20:34:04 GMT -4
"Oh Christ, don't mention 'Ophelia' and 'sex grotto' in the same sentence, or imply that they go together," Sera replied quickly, scrunching up her face as she crouched down beside Leigh, watching the other girl leaning over the boxes. "You just unintentionally made me picture my sister naked, thanks for that," she groaned, lifting a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose, her usual fair when she felt particularly stressed. Or disgusted.
She turned to look at the box Leigh moved aside, reading the top, and then turning back to her girlfriend. "Hey, is there one of those for you? I wanna look at it, I could use a laugh. And I bet it has cute bath time pictures, I could bring them to school, show the soccer team."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 20:36:48 GMT -4
Leigh gave Sera a particularly unimpressed look. "Probably. And there probably are," she admitted. "But my mom would never let you take them from the house. God knows she'll want to spend the next three days cooing over them. Which, upon further thought, could be worse, if you plan to give them to Natasha, and thus ensuring me never going into public again. Until I graduate anyway."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 3, 2008 20:57:16 GMT -4
"Oh, don't be over-dramatic now," Sera teased, giggling a bit as she leaned over the other girl's shoulder, to read what the next box said. "It's not like the whole soccer time hasn't seen you naked, or near naked, in the locker room anyway. I'm sure they wouldn't rip on you too hard. Maybe they'd just coo, like your mom?" the brunette suggested, with further giggling, as she turned her head, placing a light kiss onto Leigh's cheek. "Besides, as I recall, you were a very cute baby. Well, I guess, toddler by the time I met you. But it's all the same thing, really."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 21:28:06 GMT -4
"No baby pictures at school. If you want, you can coo at them here, though," Leigh noted. This time, being that the box was safe under another box, there was no dust to attempt to move aside. Just as she'd feared. Baby stuff - Leigh. "Ugh, here you go," she handed the box to Sera. "Let's see what she's got."
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Post by Natasha Ainsworth on Nov 3, 2008 21:38:17 GMT -4
Seraphim grinned widely as she accepted the box. "Praise your mother's organizational skills," she mocked, as she moved from her crouching position, and flopping down onto her butt instead. Her legs crossed, and the box was settled on top of them, as she carefully unfolded the cardboard top, and peered inside of it. "Oh, where to start, where to start. I just hope she doesn't have any photos of, like.. the delivery. That might ruin me for life, I must admit. My mom has mine on tape, can you believe that? Talk about gross."
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Post by Leigh O'Conner on Nov 3, 2008 21:47:01 GMT -4
"I think Dad offered," Leigh answered, kneeling down, and sitting on her heels next to Sera, "and I'm pretty sure Mom punched him. She was violent towards the end with me. Not Michael. I was special from the very beginning."
There was a bit of newspaper on top of everything, presumably to keep it safe. And the first thing to be seen was the blue folded birth certificate. Leigh Jacklyn O'Conner, parents Andrew and Bella O'Conner.
"Guess I'm not adopted," Leigh teased. She peered over the edge of the box. Some assorted baby clothing, a few shoe boxes full of pictures, a pacifier, and a pale green blanket she immediately grabbed. "This is mine!" she said insistently, hugging it to her chest.
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