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oddthatway) wrote2015-06-02 09:40 pm
oddthatway) wrote2015-06-02 09:40 pm
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Give you something good to celebrate. [Gathering; Pre-dated to 6/5/15]
Tris ought to know well enough by now that I never go back on my word, once given. Especially when it comes to something as important as celebrating her 19th birthday. (And I have no doubt her and Four will find their own ways to celebrate later, but I try not to think about that. For my own sake.) She also still doesn't know that this celebration is about far more than her almost not being a teenager anymore. I'm putting my all into this because, back home, Tris doesn't get the chance to live this long. Back in Chicago, the Tris I've left behind is resting in a morgue.
I have the living room all decked out because of the rabbit. While Tris still isn't here, I'll admit: the damn thing's cute. And at least Tris had the sense to get a pet with Dauntless colors. It makes the whole pet thing seem far less Amity.
I've worked hard, tying ribbons of various colors - vibrant, spring colors like sky blue and lavender - and balloons around every available edge and corner. Behind the couch, I've put a banner that I've painted myself, which is why the writing looks so sloppy. Again, I've used the colors of the ribbons and the balloons, to write a simple message of 'Happy birthday, old lady!'
Not that Tris is old at all. Far from it. But I can't resist a bit of teasing, even for my best friend's birthday.
On the table rests a cake I bought at one of the local bakeries, in the shape of a bird, with some berries on top. It's the kind of quaint that I think Tris will appreciate. Next to it, my gifts: a slinky, shimmery light blue dress, because one can never have too many sexy dresses, and the other, a beautifully designed knife with crows etched onto the handle of the blade. Both were hardly cheap, but for Tris, I would be willing to spend far more.
So now I'm waiting, pacing through the living room, adjusting the various decorations while keeping an eye out for Tris.
I've invited others, of course. It wouldn't do to just be the two of us. Slowly, I'm beginning to understand how much Tris' friends here mean to her. So I've invited as many people as I've been able to get a hold of. Now all I can do is wait.
I have the living room all decked out because of the rabbit. While Tris still isn't here, I'll admit: the damn thing's cute. And at least Tris had the sense to get a pet with Dauntless colors. It makes the whole pet thing seem far less Amity.
I've worked hard, tying ribbons of various colors - vibrant, spring colors like sky blue and lavender - and balloons around every available edge and corner. Behind the couch, I've put a banner that I've painted myself, which is why the writing looks so sloppy. Again, I've used the colors of the ribbons and the balloons, to write a simple message of 'Happy birthday, old lady!'
Not that Tris is old at all. Far from it. But I can't resist a bit of teasing, even for my best friend's birthday.
On the table rests a cake I bought at one of the local bakeries, in the shape of a bird, with some berries on top. It's the kind of quaint that I think Tris will appreciate. Next to it, my gifts: a slinky, shimmery light blue dress, because one can never have too many sexy dresses, and the other, a beautifully designed knife with crows etched onto the handle of the blade. Both were hardly cheap, but for Tris, I would be willing to spend far more.
So now I'm waiting, pacing through the living room, adjusting the various decorations while keeping an eye out for Tris.
I've invited others, of course. It wouldn't do to just be the two of us. Slowly, I'm beginning to understand how much Tris' friends here mean to her. So I've invited as many people as I've been able to get a hold of. Now all I can do is wait.
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"And if Christina hates the rabbit, she can tell me to my face." I reply simply, still playful but with a note of seriousness. Personally, I think Tris is right: there's clearly a unique quality that small animals have to endear themselves to people. Plus she had a pet of her own back in Candor.
I'm pretty certain, with no small measure of bias, that rabbits are superior to dogs...well, except maybe that dog Allison has. Looks like a fussy piece of window dressing, but runs and barks like a hunter. I can respect that.
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"She's almost tall enough to say it to your face, even," I say, resting my head on his shoulder.
"This is the first time I've ever had a birthday party."