Barbeque at the Brea house
Aug. 22nd, 2012 02:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaThe Brea house, the house owned by the two sisters, their comfort and solace was...gorgeous. Built of wood and stone and yet still very, very open. The ground floor was all open, one room flowing into the next and the next; sitting room to dining room, to kitchen to the thin, clear glass before the deck. There was a bathroom, naturally, and the wood had grown up to form walls there.
They'd probably had a nature-caster as an architect because the walls for the downstairs bathroom, the banister for the steps leading upward, and the deck outside were made of knotting, twisted, flexible living wood. The leaves were small and feathery, the flowers in spring little and draping like string more than petals. Upstairs the living wood cradled the large tub and made a half wall for the privy, because up above there was even less division. The second floor was the bedroom, with bathing necessities tucked in a corner but certainly not hidden. The girls lived and worked together, two halves of one whole, they saw no reason for separate rooms.
They felt content with separate dressers for the clothes they didn't share. A balcony stretched from the large glass window upstairs, still living and alive, then there was the attic above (Maya's office and quiet area) before the tree finally twined through the roof and spread drooping branches over the whole to provide shade and shelter for the birds and like that chose to dwell within the cities.
The roots were in the basement below (Aya's workroom and quiet area), surrounded by soft dirt before natural slate was used as flooring. The girls loved the feel of their tree, a comforting solid presence of life when the world outside and at work had been a strain. And more there was the backyard, planted and cared for by the girls, blended from wild areas to grottos and paths knotting through small knolls and some tumbled stones. It was all so very much alive and they loved it, from gentle vines along the deck railing to sheltered little pool in the back corner before a high stone wall, they loved it.
And it was to these places, this home, they invited the boys. Certainly the boys had been there before, in passing, for glimpses, but not given free rein. They hadn't been pointed to an area of the deck that cupped a sheet of slate and told 'You can grill there, do as you will!" and they hadn't been invited upstairs.
Not when Maya couldn't bear to touch them.
But after the camping trip? When the girls had promised to allow a barbeque on their land? Yes. The boys were welcome, and well come, now. May and Aya had discussed them actually, having a serious conversation into the late hours where they debated over the men. Was this yet another case of men desiring one or the other and only being kind to the one twin out of desire? No, certainly not. The boys were genuine. They were understanding, attentive, and kind.
And gorgeous. And utterly gorgeous.
And they...might be falling no little in love with them. A date for the barbeque was chosen and told to the boys, but it was more than that. Mitochondrials did not share their sanctuaries lightly, or without thought. Active mitochondrials more so. Their home was their territory, their touchstone, and their peace. The boys were now...additions to such equations. Accepted as rightfully belonging.
They'd probably had a nature-caster as an architect because the walls for the downstairs bathroom, the banister for the steps leading upward, and the deck outside were made of knotting, twisted, flexible living wood. The leaves were small and feathery, the flowers in spring little and draping like string more than petals. Upstairs the living wood cradled the large tub and made a half wall for the privy, because up above there was even less division. The second floor was the bedroom, with bathing necessities tucked in a corner but certainly not hidden. The girls lived and worked together, two halves of one whole, they saw no reason for separate rooms.
They felt content with separate dressers for the clothes they didn't share. A balcony stretched from the large glass window upstairs, still living and alive, then there was the attic above (Maya's office and quiet area) before the tree finally twined through the roof and spread drooping branches over the whole to provide shade and shelter for the birds and like that chose to dwell within the cities.
The roots were in the basement below (Aya's workroom and quiet area), surrounded by soft dirt before natural slate was used as flooring. The girls loved the feel of their tree, a comforting solid presence of life when the world outside and at work had been a strain. And more there was the backyard, planted and cared for by the girls, blended from wild areas to grottos and paths knotting through small knolls and some tumbled stones. It was all so very much alive and they loved it, from gentle vines along the deck railing to sheltered little pool in the back corner before a high stone wall, they loved it.
And it was to these places, this home, they invited the boys. Certainly the boys had been there before, in passing, for glimpses, but not given free rein. They hadn't been pointed to an area of the deck that cupped a sheet of slate and told 'You can grill there, do as you will!" and they hadn't been invited upstairs.
Not when Maya couldn't bear to touch them.
But after the camping trip? When the girls had promised to allow a barbeque on their land? Yes. The boys were welcome, and well come, now. May and Aya had discussed them actually, having a serious conversation into the late hours where they debated over the men. Was this yet another case of men desiring one or the other and only being kind to the one twin out of desire? No, certainly not. The boys were genuine. They were understanding, attentive, and kind.
And gorgeous. And utterly gorgeous.
And they...might be falling no little in love with them. A date for the barbeque was chosen and told to the boys, but it was more than that. Mitochondrials did not share their sanctuaries lightly, or without thought. Active mitochondrials more so. Their home was their territory, their touchstone, and their peace. The boys were now...additions to such equations. Accepted as rightfully belonging.
