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Date Posted: 19:00:57 06/02/03 Mon
Author: psyche
Subject: [ "warm" welcome? ]
In reply to: psyche 's message, "[ icantfuckingbelieveiamdoingthis ]" on 19:41:00 05/28/03 Wed

[ not angry, i'm happy ;D. PS: go see The Matrix Reloaded. ]

The condescension Maleah exuded was palpable, as was the almost stiff decorum of the midnight creature whom she assumed was her...nephew, was it? She harbored an obscure recollection of laughing hysterically over the fact that he was, in reality, older than both she and her twin...her head unaccountably thrown back, her eyes arcane in jest, her supple body welcoming the kiss of the wind...always the wind and always the sun, back then. We must've been a really dysfunctional family growing up, Psyche thought with an ironic internal grin, for things to end up the way they are now. Dad gone...he was always the reliable one, too; Mom disappeared...but then again, she was never around; two sisters inexplicably estranged by a tacit yet mutual acrimony...

A clear taboo was beginning to envelope what were euphemistically referred to as "Family Matters" among a certain demographic, or "Those Issues" among others. Like most things she didn't accept, Psyche thought that skirting the crux of the whole ordeal was moronic and cowardly and she resolved to challenge the whole affair as soon as an opportunity presented itself. But now was not the time to discuss how they would all probably require extensive therapy before the entire business had its last hurrah, so to speak.

And so she returned to Maleah, the current and most pressing matter at hand, and forced the rest of her painfully-formed resolves into the back of her mind with barely perceptible reluctance. She orchestrated the settling of the heavy, poison and ice silence that ensued, savoring the agonizing speed at which it assimilated to the pre-existing milieu, which had, in all honesty, already been established as tense and somewhat hostile. But Psyche, brazen rascal that she was, never left well enough alone and refused to grant her (completely unwelcoming and stubborn) sibling the privilege of selecting the "d�cor".

A few protracted minutes elapsed without communication. She was drowning in the stillness she herself had perpetuated�it was a void, now, an etched and shaded void that had to be filled quickly with words or someone would die. A nameless enigma of a fear surmounted. Even she wasn�t mentally masochistic enough to sustain the macabre deficiency.

�Have you seen Mom and Dad lately?� A way to bridge the gap between �Family Matters� and �Current And Most Pressing Matters at Hand.� The question possessed a tangible and lethal point, like a spearhead; the sinuous, deadly-calm quality of the verbal nuance implied that someone was to blame for their initial departure.

And I know just who that someone is�at least who that someone is right here, right now.

[ Long, convoluted...oh well. I'm in a long and convoluted mood. ]

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[> oi -- Maleah, 22:18:50 06/05/03 Thu [1]

The starkly achromatic mare only rolled her heliotrope eyes in response to this question. How monotonous it was, she barely brought herself to think of it while at the same time feeling incredibly naucious. Her wispy, paled tail lies still for the instant moment, and her attentions towards her dearest nephew are stowed in the back seat of her mind for the moment. She took a deep breath, quelling the fervor of her frustration. Her words had a cool edge to them, nonchalant almost. "If you decided to hang around a bit longer than you did you'd know," She told her sister, and her own mind burned with unanswered questions. Where have you been? Why are you back? What do you WANT?

She sighed audibly, though she was quite content to contain the palpable tension that hung in the air in a trance-like manner. She hoped a frost-bitten atmosphere would bidden the unwelcome likes of her dearest (traitorous) sister farwell before it was time for afternoon tea. However, she knew she was not so lucky. She raised a psuedo-brow and responded a touch more amiably. "No. They're just... gone," She whispered, and she found herself finding strong distaste in the rampant disappearance. How could her parents just leave? She had never truely forgiven them, though her upset had just been buried beneath a happy, smiling face that had now rotted to show the turmoil beneath the mask.

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