PunkPrince
Elder Member
A dress form stood in front of her, the incomplete outfit still partly being held together with pins. Off to her side, a small bowl of rhinestones rested on a side table along with a large tube of glue.
Eva sat perched on the edge of the living room couch leaning forward to meticulously place each rhinestone onto the gown. The dress itself was a blue gown, reaching the floor, the rhinestones slightly darker than the flowy fabric she had chosen. She had begun to place them as accents along the bust, and had been debating whether to add sequins or not. Normally, she would have done this in the basement. She knew that if she dragged it up here she would find sequins and glitter scattered about the house for weeks afterward. Not that that hadn't already been happening. But she had against her better judgment dragged the project upstairs to work alongside her wife and children, who were scattered amongst the house.
The only one who was actually working next to her was Ronan, who was cautiously picking apart and arranging pieces of a broken mirror from a large plate in front of him. He too, was settled in front of a dress. In contrast to Eva's flowy concept, his own dress was black and clung to the form. Bits of glass covered it as well, carefully placed into a spiral like pattern.
He glanced up at the television, which had been playing episodes of Desperate Housewives for a while now, and then turned to her. "All the people on this street of like ten houses are doing shady shit and committing murders constantly, and nobody's noticed after eight seasons," the boy commented. "I feel like if I were a cop I would have realized that some shit is going down on Wisteria Lane."
Eva laughed. "I like your dress," she commented. "Are you going to wear it on Saturday?" He nodded. "Are you wearing that?"
She sighed. "If I ever manage to finish it. It's still pinned in a lot of spots and I have to hand stitch it because the machine likes to eat this fabric. If was hard enough just making it into a basic dress. I might just have to glue it." Hugo looked up from his spot in the large armchair in the corner of the room. He was not working on anything, but instead had been sitting quietly and listening.
"What movie are we watching tonight?" he asked quietly. "Did Kennedy and Jupiter say when they'd be back?" It was Thursday, which was usually movie night in their house. Kennedy and Jupiter had gone out to Kennedy's mother's house. Bianca had invited Eva and the twins as well, but Eva had chosen to stay behind in hopes of finishing her dress, and the twins had just not been in the mood to go. It wasn't that Eva disliked Bea at all, she loved her. She was a sweet woman, and had never shown anything but kindness to Eva or the teenagers she and Kennedy had adopted.
Although she would never admit it, Eva was a bit jealous of her wife. She, unlike Eva, had maintained a close relationship with her mother after her transition. Eva's father had simply stopped speaking to her after she had told him. Her mother had died long before Eva had gotten the chance to tell her. She had pricked herself with a used needle. It shouldn't have gotten her so sick. Not a single doctor had been able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong with her. Whatever it was, it had weakened her to the point of hardly being able to speak. She had hardly allowed Eva anywhere near her, fearful that she might contract whatever it was that she had. Eva definitely hadn't been allowed to touch her. Her mother had been sent off to a specialist, but within a year she was dead. Eva had been crushed. She had been so close to her mother before she had died.
Eva opened her mouth to answer, but it turned out she didn't have to. The door opened and Kennedy stepped inside, followed by Jupiter. "We're back!" Kennedy chirped. "What are we watching?" "We haven't decided yet," Eva answered, standing to greet her wife and peck her on the cheek. "You guys can go ahead and pick something, I'm going to go put this stuff away."
Eva picked up the tub of rhinestones and drifted toward the stairs, pausing at the piano. She gazed wistfully at it for a moment and then continued on her way. Her mother had made many efforts to teach her to play when she was young, but she had never had the attention span to retain much of it. Eva had taught herself after her mother had died. She liked to think that her mother might be proud of her for it.
Kennedy ventured into the living room with Jupiter. "All right," she said, reaching over to ruffle Hugo's hair. "What are we watching?"
"First Wives Club!" Jupiter chirped." The other two cheerfully chorused their agreement. It was one of the three's favorite movies, and reenacting the ending scene had once been the single thing to pull Hugo from his panic. Kennedy smiled.
"All right," she said as she grabbed the DVD from the nearby shelf. She was about to put the disc in, but stopped as she heard a knock at the door. Who was at their door so late? She stood to answer it, and was surprised by what she saw upon opening it. An older woman, who looked somehow familiar. Kennedy raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" she asked, and then after another moment added, "Um, do I know you from somewhere?"
Eva sat perched on the edge of the living room couch leaning forward to meticulously place each rhinestone onto the gown. The dress itself was a blue gown, reaching the floor, the rhinestones slightly darker than the flowy fabric she had chosen. She had begun to place them as accents along the bust, and had been debating whether to add sequins or not. Normally, she would have done this in the basement. She knew that if she dragged it up here she would find sequins and glitter scattered about the house for weeks afterward. Not that that hadn't already been happening. But she had against her better judgment dragged the project upstairs to work alongside her wife and children, who were scattered amongst the house.
The only one who was actually working next to her was Ronan, who was cautiously picking apart and arranging pieces of a broken mirror from a large plate in front of him. He too, was settled in front of a dress. In contrast to Eva's flowy concept, his own dress was black and clung to the form. Bits of glass covered it as well, carefully placed into a spiral like pattern.
He glanced up at the television, which had been playing episodes of Desperate Housewives for a while now, and then turned to her. "All the people on this street of like ten houses are doing shady shit and committing murders constantly, and nobody's noticed after eight seasons," the boy commented. "I feel like if I were a cop I would have realized that some shit is going down on Wisteria Lane."
Eva laughed. "I like your dress," she commented. "Are you going to wear it on Saturday?" He nodded. "Are you wearing that?"
She sighed. "If I ever manage to finish it. It's still pinned in a lot of spots and I have to hand stitch it because the machine likes to eat this fabric. If was hard enough just making it into a basic dress. I might just have to glue it." Hugo looked up from his spot in the large armchair in the corner of the room. He was not working on anything, but instead had been sitting quietly and listening.
"What movie are we watching tonight?" he asked quietly. "Did Kennedy and Jupiter say when they'd be back?" It was Thursday, which was usually movie night in their house. Kennedy and Jupiter had gone out to Kennedy's mother's house. Bianca had invited Eva and the twins as well, but Eva had chosen to stay behind in hopes of finishing her dress, and the twins had just not been in the mood to go. It wasn't that Eva disliked Bea at all, she loved her. She was a sweet woman, and had never shown anything but kindness to Eva or the teenagers she and Kennedy had adopted.
Although she would never admit it, Eva was a bit jealous of her wife. She, unlike Eva, had maintained a close relationship with her mother after her transition. Eva's father had simply stopped speaking to her after she had told him. Her mother had died long before Eva had gotten the chance to tell her. She had pricked herself with a used needle. It shouldn't have gotten her so sick. Not a single doctor had been able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong with her. Whatever it was, it had weakened her to the point of hardly being able to speak. She had hardly allowed Eva anywhere near her, fearful that she might contract whatever it was that she had. Eva definitely hadn't been allowed to touch her. Her mother had been sent off to a specialist, but within a year she was dead. Eva had been crushed. She had been so close to her mother before she had died.
Eva opened her mouth to answer, but it turned out she didn't have to. The door opened and Kennedy stepped inside, followed by Jupiter. "We're back!" Kennedy chirped. "What are we watching?" "We haven't decided yet," Eva answered, standing to greet her wife and peck her on the cheek. "You guys can go ahead and pick something, I'm going to go put this stuff away."
Eva picked up the tub of rhinestones and drifted toward the stairs, pausing at the piano. She gazed wistfully at it for a moment and then continued on her way. Her mother had made many efforts to teach her to play when she was young, but she had never had the attention span to retain much of it. Eva had taught herself after her mother had died. She liked to think that her mother might be proud of her for it.
Kennedy ventured into the living room with Jupiter. "All right," she said, reaching over to ruffle Hugo's hair. "What are we watching?"
"First Wives Club!" Jupiter chirped." The other two cheerfully chorused their agreement. It was one of the three's favorite movies, and reenacting the ending scene had once been the single thing to pull Hugo from his panic. Kennedy smiled.
"All right," she said as she grabbed the DVD from the nearby shelf. She was about to put the disc in, but stopped as she heard a knock at the door. Who was at their door so late? She stood to answer it, and was surprised by what she saw upon opening it. An older woman, who looked somehow familiar. Kennedy raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" she asked, and then after another moment added, "Um, do I know you from somewhere?"
