The Story of the Steal-Me Book

A place to post the twistynesses.

Lishy's at it again...

She gave me the updates to post a couple days ago... I was supposed to be writing a big sex scene but I forgot.  Okay, not forgot, just didn't.  Anyway, her additions follow.

“Gwennie, why am I doing this again?” Ree nearly whined the question as her sister finished tying her laces.

“Because you’re my sister and you love me. Also, because you promised me you would not miss this lunch like you have the last five. Now, let me do something with your hair,” Gwennie answered and pulled Ree to the vanity.

“My hair is fine. I always wear it like this. Besides, why do I have to do all this … this … whatever one calls this, for a bunch of old women and simpering girls who would go into shock if they had an original thought?”

Gwennie sighed and began to plait Ree’s wavy red hair. She was content with her own pin-straight, midnight hair, but wished it had some body. It took her maids hours to put even the slightest hint of a curl in her hair, and it always seemed to go flat within minutes.

“Is that what you really think of them? And me? That we sit around waiting for someone to arrange for us to marry some lord or other?”

Ree turned and looked at the expression on Gwennie’s face. “Oh, honey. Not you. Them, yes, but I know you better than that.”

“But they are who I am around all day, while you go trekking all over the place trying to find Grandfather’s book. Doesn’t that mean that, logically, they would rub off on me and, before you know it, I’m simpering and swooning and … and …whatever other horrid things you think of these people who just happen to be some of my friends. And by insulting them, you insult me. And why are you so intent on finding his book? I mean, wasn‘t it just a story he was telling us when we were little?” She yanked on the plaits in Ree’s hair and began to twist them into a fetching style.

“Ouch! Okay, okay. Point taken. I apologize. I don’t think you a simpering fool waiting around to be married off. And no, it was more than just a story. It was real. Gwennie, you weren’t in the library that day. You didn’t see those men, hear the way the one talked to Grandfather. No one would kill another human being for a simple fairy tale…” Ree trailed off, remembering that horrible day.

<Flashback to grandfather's death>

Ree shook herself as the memory faded. She walked over to the mirror, trying to get used to the way the petticoats swished around her. Her dress was a deep green with exquisite beadwork across the bodice. It was beautiful, if you overlooked the fact that breathing wasn’t figured into the design of it. “Gwennie, how in the world can you be comfortable in this? How are you supposed to breathe? Or sit?”

Gwennie chuckled at her sister’s discomfort. “It’s a talent, dear sister. Now come on! We don’t want to be late. I should warn you, however, that there will be several girls I don’t know so be nice.”

 

posted by: ButterflyLane at November 04, 2005 07:29 | link | comments |