Title: Inheritances Fandom/original: Original Characters: Joey, Rose, Mark Rating: G Word count: about 500
They all sat around the low table in the living room, drinking coffee out of the earth colored mugs their mother had made in her ceramics class the past summer. The efforts of her many new pasttimes were well-documented throughout the room. Needlepoints were draped over the arms of the sofa, and the afghan she had crocheted was hung over the back of the easy chair. There were many other ceramic sculptures and vessels on the various end tables, and her watercolor landscapes and still lifes hung on the walls in mismatched frames from the flea market she had taken to visitng, looking for things to inspire and aid her in her crafts.
They hadn't seen each other in almost a year, and it was the first time that such a distance stretched between them. The air seemed to have changed, and the house had lost its old, comforting smell. Joey never imagined that they wouldn't have anything to talk about, but they sat in silence as they drank their coffee. It was instant, and the taste didn't sit well with any of them, though they didn't talk about it. Their father had always made the coffee in the house with his little electronic coffee grinder. Their mugs remained nearly full.
The indefinable heaviness that surrounded them made Joey feel like bolting from the liviing room and running up to his bedroom, like he always had when anyone in the house would yell or fight. But this was no fight, just a strained silence. He didn't know what to think of his brother and his sister, who had seemed to stay exactly the same for so long and then changed so they were almost unrecognizable in just a year. He looked over at his sister, Rose, who held the mug in her thin hands. Her wedding band seemed too large, hanging at an odd angle on her finger. She had changed her hair, and her facial expressions seemed much tighter. When they first arrived back home she had hugged him, but it felt like she was barely touching him.
His brother, Mark, sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees. It was odd for Joey to see him in jeans and a sweatshirt again, because for the past year the only place he had seen him was in real estate ads on the sides of buses and billboards. Always the same suit jacket and tie, always the same polite smile. It didn't seem like his brother at all. His brother the football fanatic, who jumped up and down and shouted and tore out his hair whenever he watched a game. His brother who made chocolate chip pancakes for his kids every Saturday morning and spent the whole breakfast with them imitating the voices from Sesame street. His brother who used to come over to his house on weekends and have James Bond movie marathons, and who knew all of the dialogue. Now he had lines around his eyes and wasn't smiling at all, not even that polite realtor's smile. Joey hadn't seen him smile the entire time they had been there.
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Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Joey, Rose, Mark
Rating: G
Word count: about 500
They all sat around the low table in the living room, drinking coffee out of the earth colored mugs their mother had made in her ceramics class the past summer. The efforts of her many new pasttimes were well-documented throughout the room. Needlepoints were draped over the arms of the sofa, and the afghan she had crocheted was hung over the back of the easy chair. There were many other ceramic sculptures and vessels on the various end tables, and her watercolor landscapes and still lifes hung on the walls in mismatched frames from the flea market she had taken to visitng, looking for things to inspire and aid her in her crafts.
They hadn't seen each other in almost a year, and it was the first time that such a distance stretched between them. The air seemed to have changed, and the house had lost its old, comforting smell. Joey never imagined that they wouldn't have anything to talk about, but they sat in silence as they drank their coffee. It was instant, and the taste didn't sit well with any of them, though they didn't talk about it. Their father had always made the coffee in the house with his little electronic coffee grinder. Their mugs remained nearly full.
The indefinable heaviness that surrounded them made Joey feel like bolting from the liviing room and running up to his bedroom, like he always had when anyone in the house would yell or fight. But this was no fight, just a strained silence. He didn't know what to think of his brother and his sister, who had seemed to stay exactly the same for so long and then changed so they were almost unrecognizable in just a year. He looked over at his sister, Rose, who held the mug in her thin hands. Her wedding band seemed too large, hanging at an odd angle on her finger. She had changed her hair, and her facial expressions seemed much tighter. When they first arrived back home she had hugged him, but it felt like she was barely touching him.
His brother, Mark, sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees. It was odd for Joey to see him in jeans and a sweatshirt again, because for the past year the only place he had seen him was in real estate ads on the sides of buses and billboards. Always the same suit jacket and tie, always the same polite smile. It didn't seem like his brother at all. His brother the football fanatic, who jumped up and down and shouted and tore out his hair whenever he watched a game. His brother who made chocolate chip pancakes for his kids every Saturday morning and spent the whole breakfast with them imitating the voices from Sesame street. His brother who used to come over to his house on weekends and have James Bond movie marathons, and who knew all of the dialogue. Now he had lines around his eyes and wasn't smiling at all, not even that polite realtor's smile. Joey hadn't seen him smile the entire time they had been there.