Home for the Holidays // Midnight

Midnight had been sitting in her room—alone, like always. She didn’t mind being alone much though anymore; it was something she had grown use to and was very comfortable with. She liked the quiet of the house hold and she had to savor it now because she knew that her parents were planning parties for the holidays. She couldn’t stand those parties; she walked around like the perfect daughter, smiled and laughed and just wasn’t herself. She had been in her room all day, reading. She was just about to the last page in a novel which she had always loved one that wasn’t popular around many people anymore but she still loved it. The worn cover and yellowed, tattered pages, spoke of the many times she had read it, or loaned it to a friend or two or three.

She was laying in the comfort of her room when she heard something she wasn’t sure if she should be happy or sad to hear. The voice rang through the silent house making it nearly impossible for her to pretend not to hear it. She couldn’t even pretend she was out because her parents wouldn’t allow her out when it was this dark unless she had a really good reason. She sighed loudly and got up from her bed and walked out of her bedroom and headed for the back set of stairs not wanting to come down the front stairs, not knowing what to expect of her older brother, it was something new every time she saw him. She wore a simple dress that fell to her knees it was a dark Indigo color which was one of her favorite after white for dresses. It was a very wintery looking dress, with the sleeves coming down past her wrists to the base of her fingers. Her auburn hair fell down to her lower back in a straight sheet this time, she had straightened it this morning because she had nothing better to do. Her feet were bare on the rough wooden staircase that no one but the Avox went down for the most part. She reached the main floor finally, after going down the steep wooden stairs behind the kitchen as quietly as possible.

She smiled when she came out and saw him. Her same smile as always; a simple safe smile that made her seem happy just like she needed to be to make her parents feel as if they weren’t completely failing at their job as parents. She walked up to him having come from the kitchen area, which she had cut through after coming down the back set of stairs instead of the main set. She smiled at him trying to decide what she should say; she still wasn’t for sure on how to feel about him, or about him being here. She could always pretend for a while and figure it out as she went along, she would probably need to end up doing that. She hesitated for a moment her smile faltering ever so slightly while she tried to think of anything to see. ”Maverick it’s so great to see you, how have you been? She asked him, but even the slight silence that followed was completely deafening to her. She gave him practically no time to respond before continuing on with her greeting; completely switching topics, ”Mom and Dad have a room all set up for you whenever you want to settle in”

When she walked in she saw her brother at the nice counter in their kitchen. He had made himself some of the food that was in the fridge which she didn’t think he would do. He just made himself right at home, with no problem. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She was still thinking about this when he looked up at her, but that was it. She frowned deeply before sighing, he was never nice to her and she didn’t understand why. She was about to turn around and leave when he started flipping out about it not being his room that he was getting. She didn’t understand why he was having a fit about it. She sighed deeply as his the anger in his voice.

She tried to decide how to word this without him getting more upset. ”They changed your room so they gave you one of the bigger guest rooms for now” She said hoping this wouldn’t upset him more. She still didn’t understand why he was upset about not getting his room. She didn’t want to tell him that they had given it to the avox, but it was one of the smaller bedrooms in the house so they did. She had the next smallest to his old room. The guest rooms were big and amazing, which was what she would prefer. He wouldn’t though, he wanted his room apparently. ”Don’t snap at me though if you don’t like it, talk to mom and dad,” she said. It wasn’t forceful or even confident; it was her quiet simple voice that was beaten down always by him, even now, no wonder their mom and dad didn’t like him. She knew he could still liv in the house if he wanted to though.


OOC: that's about my average post length so it is fine.

Midnight loved her bother with all her heart, but he scared her. She didn’t know how to act around him every time he was here she would freak out and be stressed and start biting her nails. Her parents hated it when she bit off her nails they became stubby and gross looking, but it was only when Maverick was around. She was terrified of him, and over the minute that passed after he snapped at her she had almost completely pulled into her own mind to hide from him. Hiding was her only defense against him. Her gaze dropped to the floor of the kitchen and she thought about bolting. She actually almost did, but he told her that he would just stay in her room and she tensed, she wouldn’t even have the privacy of her own room to hide in. Standing there she knew that she wouldn’t be able to say no to him, she knew, so she swallowed her fear—which didn’t work well—and looked up at him again slowly. ”Alright Maverick” that was all she said.

She turned and walked up the back stairs to the second floor so she could grab a few things and then move into the guest room that they weren’t having worked on. She grabbed her book hoping that her brother hadn’t followed her. She needed to hide; she already felt the tears threatening to spill over as soon as she had walked away from him. Closing her eyes she tried to take a deep breath and calm down. She would need to grow up and learn how to deal with her brother. She couldn’t though, he was so hard to deal with not even her parents wanted to deal with him. She let a few tears fall as she looked at herself in her mirror. She would never be able to stand up against her brother. Every time he came she held the hope that he would have changed, seen the error in his ways and not completely murder her mind every time he was here. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, and let it out through her nose before sitting on her bed and looking around the semi-simple room full of simple clothes for the capitol. She was the only Miles who wasn’t vain, all about social status, and into expensive clothes.