Thread: Life is a Game (TriniMad & Blue Hatter)

Between her brother and herself, Alice was obviously the family favorite was it just because she was a girl? She hoped so, as the way they sometimes treated her, a genius of outstanding proportions, was sometimes just overwhelming. To their parents, she was like Da Vinci or Van Gogh an artistic prodigy, someone they hoped would propel the entire family into fame and perhaps even some wealth when she made her talent bloom even more. But for herself, Alice simply just enjoyed art it was her reprieve, her hobby, the way she put soul into her life. It was her escape. Now that she was eighteen and currently in her first year of college, some people might comment that she didn't need an escape any more, not when what happened was nearly a year ago. However, in a twist of irony, that was how she found the escape within art and it manifested, drawing her pain and shame into what she drew and painted, put into life onto canvas and paper. As just another face in college, she did feel better though it was mostly in thanks to her older brother that she managed to pull herself past that terrible time. Kenta was her hero, her mentor, everything she could ask from a brother. Yet... There was something deep inside Alice that wanted more than that, knowing that he was one of the only men she had ever encountered who wouldn't hurt her. One of the very few, and so, she understood why she loved him so, but it didn't make what she wanted from him any more right. It was so wrong. Everything that she secretly craved from him was wrong. For the last couple of weeks, Alice had been hiding away from Kenta as much as possible, mostly to bury her own guilt and shame. Normally, they were close as siblings could get with their usual inclusive jokes and teasing. But when he had came up behind her two weeks ago, the warm feeling of his body pressing up against her back, it was too much for her and she fled from him. Alice was a girl most could consider as shy she was an introvert through and through, and when confronted with problems like this, she just wanted to be alone and not have to deal with them. So when she heard her older brother make the door open both of their parents worked late and usually weren't at home any time much, Alice was safely in her room, drawing as soon as she had been released from her classes early that day. It was easy to ignore him while she was in her sanctuary, her room, where she could just aimlessly draw without having to interact with anyone else. Her sketches wildly vary usually, yet it seemed the longer she hid from him, the more her sketches seemed to concentrate on him the long lean silhouette of his body, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes when he laughed, or how his jaw sloped in an angle. To anyone else's eyes, these sketches could be of any man, but to her, it was of Kenta and only him. Even when Alice could hear him move above the house, doing what he usually did with the temperature outside just sweltering this afternoon, she remained silent as a mouse in her room. She doubted that he would try to enter, and because she was formerly alone, she had not bothered to overdress at all just a pair of extremely short exercise shorts that hid under the thin black oversized shirt that draped over her thighs where she sat, giving the illusion that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.