mitochondriaaya | Unwinding

Entry tags:

radiant gardens

Unwinding

Aya's office door was shut. In hospital terms that meant 'don't disturb'. In the Brea's terms it meant 'time to relax'. It'd been a good week actually. They'd finished early and there was a little bit of time before Aya had to report for her volunteer weekend shifts. "Any plans sister-mine?" Aya asked over her shoulder as she walked over to the discreet stereo on one of her bookshelves.

"For the weekend?" Maya asked, thinking it over "...no. I'm tired of tennis." she admitted. "Maybe some house cleaning? Or, hey, gardening! There's that one vine I'm sure I can get to curl along our railing. It's big enough to start anyway..."

Aya nodded, clicking the volume on the music up until it was just loud enough to be heard. She liked to sway along to soft music, it was relaxing! "And the Irises are ready to be thinned...maybe spread them to two new beds? And sprinkle some wild flowers around them?" she suggested, wiggling out of her coat and hangng it up while dancing.

Maya eyed her sister and then fished a bottle of nail polish out of her purse. They relaxed in different ways! "Irises are all you dear, they don't like me. And that little tree..."

"The Bonsai? What's wrong with it?" Aya blinked, worried for a moment.

"Nothing except the morning glories want to eat it! Move it back here! You need more plants in here!" Maya waved the bottle of polish for emphasis, then nodded to the slim window in the back of office "It'll get enough light now right?"

"Hmmm, I could do that..." Aya admitted, thinking it over. "It's a lot stronger than it was when we got it, so translocation might not bother it."

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure being dropped three stories won't hurt it at this point. It'sa a tough little thing...except when it comes to my vines."

"Fine, fine..." Aya laughed "I'll bring it in with me tomorrow alright?"

"Good girl." Maya smirked and put her foot up on Aya's desk to do her toes.

Taking that as a signal, Aya turned the music up a bit more.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Yeah yeah yeah..." Maya leaned back in her seat and flapped a hand at Dilan. "You get a temporary stay of execution? And Braig, if it makes you feel any better I can have you home before you turn into a pumpkin."

"Where would you like to meet?"

Dilan just grins at Maya, eyeing his meat and eyeing the pot. He's obviously wondering if he can get away with eating the meat raw.

It's so good raw.

Braig considers for a bit, "Do you know Temple of Eggs? It's a pancake joint."

Maya followed hi gaze for a few moments before shrugging and sliding the tray that inch closer to him in invitation. Then of course she stole a bit of beef with her chopsticks.

"That place with the odd arches above the door? I can get there..." Aya mused and snagged her own bit to start cooking.

"Note to the wise, keep her off those things. Climbing arches is not a good idea!" Maya offered with a grin.

"Hey, I haven't climbed those!"

"No, you haven't. it'd be a challenge..." her sister laughed.

Dilan cheerfully snags a piece and eats it. Raw. Mmmmm.

"Carnivore." says Braig tolerantly.

"You love me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you like climbing things, Aya, I know where some great rock-climbing walls are locally."

Maya watched the byplay intently and smiled. She liked the possibilities in this. It was really just a matter of seeing if they all clicked now...

"Where's the fun in climbing things you're suppose to climb?" Aya asked, smiling down at her chopsticks. "Used to drive my parents nuts..."

"Where by nuts we mean we weren't allowed on some of the photo tours anymore." Maya laughed.

"Okay, in that case I can totally show you a path up the back of the labs."

"Braig! You're really not supposed to do that any more!" Scandalized Dilan is resigned.

"Any more?" Aya asked, lifting that grin towards the rest of the table "How often were you caught?"

"No. It's bad enough that she goes up on the hospital roofs. She doesn't need more official people annoyed at her!" Maya dropped her chopsticks so she could reach over and cover Aya's ears. just in case.

"Ahh...finger in my eye! Maya, finger!"

"Twice." Braig says.

"Three times." says Dilan with a sigh. Then he eats more raw meat.

Sooooo goooood.

Since her sister was kind enough to remove the eye poking finger, Aya settled in for wrapping her meat in the rice wrappers and cheeses provided with the tray. "I'm going to assume they gave me a number Maya. I'd love to go climbing sometime Braig. We can even keep it legal..." lab, closed buildings, interesting trees in the park...

"No labs. No hospital roofs. No aqueducts." this was said to Braig since she was still covering Aya's ears.

"We'll figure something out." Braig says cheerfully, then prods Dilan, "Dude. Cook it."

Dilan siiiiiiiiighs, "Yes, Braig."

"Alright." Maya finally dropped her hands from her sister's ears "No public fines."

Aya chuckled and nodded "Yes ma'am. Hey...it isn't unhealthy for him to eat raw meat right?" she asked curiously, eying the boys across the table.

"It's polite, Aya."

"I plan on kissing him." Braig says, "And I don't like the taste of blood."

"He's finicky like that." Dilan has no shame. None.

That actually had both girls looking at Dilan thoughtfully. Maya with a bit more calculation than her sister. "Alright, good reason." Maya allowed with a grin.

"Yeah, can't counter it." Aya agreed with a shrug. Dating trumped diets. "Looks like you're doomed Dilan."

"Well, pleasantly doomed. There are certainly worse fates than kissing Braig I'm sure."

"Not arguing." Dilan says, "See? I'm being good, I'm cooking my meat." enough to sear the outside, anyway, while leaving the inside juicy. MmmmmmmMMMMmm.

He looks back at the girls with a sweet smile. He sees what they're thinkin'.

A quick dip in heat usually didn't count as 'cooking' but neither of the girls was really going to point that out. "So how long have you two been together?" Maya asked simply, curious and more than willing to bring it up.

"Romantically or in general?" Dilan asks, "Romantically - I'm thirty, so, about sixteen years. In general - we met when I was three days old."

Maya whistled softly, impressed and pleased with that answer. Really...this was getting better and better.

"That's rare." Aya was also impressed "Do you have plans to get married? People together that long tend to..." because 'open' relationships or not, she was surprised not to see rings at sixteen years together.

The guys look at each other and shrug, then look back at the women, "Not until we find a woman or women interested in starting a family with us." says Dilan.

"Like, lots of people see rings as a sign that anything else would be temporary." Braig adds, "As if. We want our potential kids to have a stable family."

Maya preemptively reached out to cover her sister's mouth before she could point out other options. She didn't want a voice of reason spoiling such a wonderful opportunity! Not that the boys seemed like they'd change their mind but...her sister could be unintentionally persuasive. "That's actually incredibly well thought out."

Aya, for her part, was biting her sister's hand. She hadn't intended to say anything bad! She was suddenly more than a little angry, so biting was entirely justified!

"Anyway," Dilan says, waving one hand vaguely, "if we get married it'll be us and the potential mother or mothers of our kids at the same time."

"Good playyyeeeep!" Maya snatched her hand away from Aya and glared. "Ahem. Good plan. Big wedding, but good plan none the less." she was just going to wiggle her fingers ruefully now...

"I approve. It sounds like a good life." Aya mumbled quietly. See, nothing wrong with what she'd intended to say right? Right.

"Thank you." Dilan says sincerely "We think so as well."

Braig offers Maya a napkin to dry her fingers off.

Maya accepted the napkin with as much grace as she could given the circumstances. Maybe she'd deserved it...still, biting. "Anyway...I don't know if I can come up with anything for a Friday night. Would a Saturday afternoon work? Aya will have plenty of time before her shift then!"

And Aya, well, she was just going to concentrate on eating now. Yep.

"Sure." the guys say, "Just let us know a couple days in advance."

"Next Saturday." Maya offered promptly. "About three. I'll find something for us to do." there'd be a follow up call with that info!

"Picnic" Aya offered, looking up from her food. "Medallion park has volleyball, canoeing, and probably some kinda team game?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject