New Environment (Pine) Dec 4, 2008 5:09:39 GMT 1
Post by Bix on Dec 4, 2008 5:09:39 GMT 1
Museum of Bix
Museum of Bix
They were not at school. Therefore. Bix held his hand. Her pale hand. In his darker one. It was morning. Not especially warm. It was actually. Quite cold. It was getting closer. To winter. But Bix was not cold really. Above them. Her lace umbrella. Kept the sun from her skin. She was careful about that. Her skin and her hair. Her body for that matter. Was a temple. And she wished to take. The utmost care of it. She was probably. Only really concerned about that. Least before Pine. Now she had. Something else. Someone else to care about. Her eyes. Shifted to Pine. Who walked beside her. She in the clothes of yesterday. The ones that he had met her in. But he. Had changed. She planned to change. In her room. When they got to her place.
The car was parked. At the street. They had taken it. So that her bag. Could be placed. In the back. She was unsure. Of exactly. What she inteded to bring. But she did know some of things. That she wanted. To bring. So that she was comfortable. At his place. His car was nice. The Letter of the front, an L was something. She did not really. Know of. But Bix didn't trouble herself. With cars. The models. Or makers of cars. She looked. Back at the house. It was a simple home. Two stories. A small green yard. It was well cared for. When her father was home. There were three steps. Concrete. The lead up to the. Red bricked home. Clean windows. Were closed. But the miniblinds were open. Allowing sunlight. Into the home.
Under the small overhang. Bix closed her umbrella. Tucking it under her arm. She reached into her bag. To collect her keys. Three keys on the ring. And one key chain. A obsidian feather. A crow feather. Decorated with crystaline. Beads. She pushed her key. Into the lock and turned. Taking the key out. She put it away. And opened the door. Pressing the brass latch. The heavy wooden door. Opened with a small creak.
"Bixxy? Is that you honey?" called a woman's voice. From the back of the house.
She stepped up. Into the house. Still holding Pine's hand. She closed the door behind her.
"It is I." Bix answered.
Her mother came out. Her mother was. Normal enough. Wearing blue jeans. A white sweater. A damn reindeer on the front. Bix sighed. Her mother really. Had to be so very dumb. She came out. Wiping her hands. Upon a terry clothe towel. Because she was likely. Doing the dishes. Father wouldn't. Be home til later.
"Who is your friend there dear? And you should call next time you plan to be out all night, I was worried and your father is extremely angry. You know how he gets."
Bix pursed her lips.
"Pine. His name is, the night I spent, with him."
"LIBERTY!" her mother exclaimed.
"Bix." Bix corrected. "Fine I am, bags I am here to attain."
Not waiting. Another moment. She tugged Pine's hand. Gently she led him. To the stair case. She pulled him up the stairs. Ignoring her mother. Who kept calling out her name. Threatening. To call her father. If she didn't come to her senses. But Bix had lost her senses. Long ago. And didn't wish. For her father to be the one. To bring them back. Upstairs. They took a left. At the end of the hall. Was a door that was closed. On the way to it. They passed a boys room. Two beds. Very filled with sports memorbelia. A bathroom. And then the door. She opened it. Inside was a different kind of room.
No carpet. On the wood floors. Were pentograms. Intricate. Runic. And beautiful. Drawn in white paint. Carefully by her own hand. Meticulously. A small wood frame bed. Stood in the center. Dark cutrains hung from it. To block out the sun. But currently. Were pulled back. Bookshelves. Covered many. Of the midnight blue walls. A single window. Was blocked with deep curtains. Her desk. Was not a place for studying. But instead. Her workbench. For her magic. In the center of the bed. Was a purple stuffed cat. With black buttons. For eyes. And the mouth a series of Xs. He was well loved. And lay in the place of honor. On top her pillow.
Bix crossed the room. Letting go of Pine's hand. To let him look around. As she moved. To her closet. And opened the door. Her clothing ranged from white. Blue. Black. And denim. She ducked down. And retrieved a bag. From the bottom. Black of course. But it would do. The desk was close. Placing it on the desk. She began to sort. Through her clothing. To find what she wanted. To take to Pine's. For the few days. She would be staying.
"Explore, if you wish it."