A difference of opinion
Oct. 6th, 2012 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaMaya hitched the straps of her backpack higher and ran the last mile home; sitting in classes again meant she wasn't burning energy quite as fast as she was used to so any chance for some exercise! She felt half numb in classes, Aya being off at work instead of sitting beside her was just...different. Not wrong, exactly, but it was a system shock to say the least. Kind of like missing an arm or a leg she imagined; she kept getting tingles and hints from her sister since the college and the hospital weren't too far apart but...
...it was odd. Just odd.
It was alright though, she was going home now and it was Aya's day off. She could corner her sister until her body believed she was whole again! "I'm hommmmme!" Maya called cheerfully when she tromped up the steps and through the door. The kitchen was...sadly empty. "AYA YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO COOK DINNER FOR THE STARVING STUDENT TODAY!"
"The starving student is home hours early. What did she expect?" Aya's voice yelled up from her workshop.
"Psychic sister!" Maya called back, laughing as she dumped her backpack in the livingroom and trotted downstairs to see her sister. "What are you even doing down here?"
Aya glanced up from one of her worktables, expression mild. "What I always do in my workshop, Maya."
"Oh, fine, be that way." Maya went to go lean on the table near Aya and tugged one of the many sketches away to look at. "Aya...these are rings. Why are you fiddling with ring designs? You don't do rings!"
"Hence planning, so I do them right," Aya snorted and snatched her sketch back.
"Aya..."
"And why are you home so early?"
"...Aya?"
"Teacher got sick I guess?"
"Her kid did. Still, Aya, listen to me. Don't you think you're rushing a little?" Maya pinned her sister with a look and just...really hoped her sister wasn't being an idiot.
"No, I don't." Aya admitted easily. "These will take a while, that isn't rushing."
Maya sucked in a breath between her teeth and...tried to figure out how to phrase things. It was always, always like this. Her sister didn't do frivolous. Her sister didn't do fun. Aya was a serious woman and it was going to get her hurt. "Aya, it's not that serious."
"No, you're not that serious Maya. You never are," Aya sighed.
"I can be serious! But the guys, they're just fun. Sure, I love them but no one wants to rush towards getting married or anything!"
"My world, the world, feels right when they're here Maya." It was hard for Aya to put that on the level of 'just fun'. "I don't want to lose that. Ever. I want them to know I'd like them to stay."
"They are staying! They live here! Isn't that enough?! You know guys run when you get serious!"
"Maya. Shut up." Aya snapped. "I've only been serious once and remember I called it off because he hated you."
"I..." yeah. That was how it worked out. Still. "Marriage isn't fun Aya. It's responsibility, and work, and isn't it nice now? It's fine. We don't need to change it!"
"What if we turn around one day and they're tired of waiting for us to grow up?" Aya asked her sister softly. "I want them. I love them. And I need them, Maya. That's more than just dating or asking them to move in. It's more than some sitcom idea of romance and fun, flirty, hip dating or something. It's real and I want to hold onto it and I will."
"What if I don't want to get married?!"
"I won't ask on your behalf. I know this is selfish, but I will be doing it. I want you to want this too, Maya, but I can't force you."
"And asking them at all won't force me?!" Maya snapped, energy flaring and snapping in reaction to her anger. "What are my choices then huh? Ask, don't ask, leave?"
"I'd never ask you to leave, you know that. You belong here just like they do. If they marry me, if they want to, you will always have a place. You just won't be on the certificate, that's all."
"We're a set, Aya," Maya growled.
"But we're not the same and they love that about us. They won't love us any less or any more for separate decisions." Aya tried to be soothing, tried to sound calm, "What are you so afraid of Maya?"
"I won't fix it if they run, Aya. I won't. When they get spooked, and they leave, it'll be on your head!"
"I know." Aya tucked her sketches in a drawer before the ambient energy could start igniting things then stood and stretched until she popped. "We should go to the gym, we both need it. And you know they won't run."
Maya rolled her shoulders and started for the stairs. "I'll go change." No need to get scorch marks on school clothes. Half way up the stairs though she paused and looked back, eyes glowing "Do I?"
...it was odd. Just odd.
It was alright though, she was going home now and it was Aya's day off. She could corner her sister until her body believed she was whole again! "I'm hommmmme!" Maya called cheerfully when she tromped up the steps and through the door. The kitchen was...sadly empty. "AYA YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO COOK DINNER FOR THE STARVING STUDENT TODAY!"
"The starving student is home hours early. What did she expect?" Aya's voice yelled up from her workshop.
"Psychic sister!" Maya called back, laughing as she dumped her backpack in the livingroom and trotted downstairs to see her sister. "What are you even doing down here?"
Aya glanced up from one of her worktables, expression mild. "What I always do in my workshop, Maya."
"Oh, fine, be that way." Maya went to go lean on the table near Aya and tugged one of the many sketches away to look at. "Aya...these are rings. Why are you fiddling with ring designs? You don't do rings!"
"Hence planning, so I do them right," Aya snorted and snatched her sketch back.
"Aya..."
"And why are you home so early?"
"...Aya?"
"Teacher got sick I guess?"
"Her kid did. Still, Aya, listen to me. Don't you think you're rushing a little?" Maya pinned her sister with a look and just...really hoped her sister wasn't being an idiot.
"No, I don't." Aya admitted easily. "These will take a while, that isn't rushing."
Maya sucked in a breath between her teeth and...tried to figure out how to phrase things. It was always, always like this. Her sister didn't do frivolous. Her sister didn't do fun. Aya was a serious woman and it was going to get her hurt. "Aya, it's not that serious."
"No, you're not that serious Maya. You never are," Aya sighed.
"I can be serious! But the guys, they're just fun. Sure, I love them but no one wants to rush towards getting married or anything!"
"My world, the world, feels right when they're here Maya." It was hard for Aya to put that on the level of 'just fun'. "I don't want to lose that. Ever. I want them to know I'd like them to stay."
"They are staying! They live here! Isn't that enough?! You know guys run when you get serious!"
"Maya. Shut up." Aya snapped. "I've only been serious once and remember I called it off because he hated you."
"I..." yeah. That was how it worked out. Still. "Marriage isn't fun Aya. It's responsibility, and work, and isn't it nice now? It's fine. We don't need to change it!"
"What if we turn around one day and they're tired of waiting for us to grow up?" Aya asked her sister softly. "I want them. I love them. And I need them, Maya. That's more than just dating or asking them to move in. It's more than some sitcom idea of romance and fun, flirty, hip dating or something. It's real and I want to hold onto it and I will."
"What if I don't want to get married?!"
"I won't ask on your behalf. I know this is selfish, but I will be doing it. I want you to want this too, Maya, but I can't force you."
"And asking them at all won't force me?!" Maya snapped, energy flaring and snapping in reaction to her anger. "What are my choices then huh? Ask, don't ask, leave?"
"I'd never ask you to leave, you know that. You belong here just like they do. If they marry me, if they want to, you will always have a place. You just won't be on the certificate, that's all."
"We're a set, Aya," Maya growled.
"But we're not the same and they love that about us. They won't love us any less or any more for separate decisions." Aya tried to be soothing, tried to sound calm, "What are you so afraid of Maya?"
"I won't fix it if they run, Aya. I won't. When they get spooked, and they leave, it'll be on your head!"
"I know." Aya tucked her sketches in a drawer before the ambient energy could start igniting things then stood and stretched until she popped. "We should go to the gym, we both need it. And you know they won't run."
Maya rolled her shoulders and started for the stairs. "I'll go change." No need to get scorch marks on school clothes. Half way up the stairs though she paused and looked back, eyes glowing "Do I?"
