Thread: How to Ride a Night Mare [Quin x heartless]

The room literally lit up a few notches more when his two favorite women came through the door. No, not the geeky artist. His wife and daughter. The children responded however subtly to the presence of their big sister, and Eric played along, his mouth gaping horrendously and making stupid worried whining noises when he was threatened by the teen's avarice. All part of the game and he chuckled in his throat at the boy's reaction, being tricked, even slightly to think he might be bitten by the young woman. Then when Charlotte entered with the bread, David glowed when she stood near him, touching him, unable to keep himself from touching her back, his dignified grin showing forth the subtlest of wrinkles as he loved her with his eyes. I can respect that, Dori nodded in understanding at Charlotte's comments, causing Eric to huff. Just like that? the blonde man scowled, continuing to help serve himself and his children. What? And my opinion doesn't matter? Nope! Sorry! Who are you again? Dori said sarcastically, taking a bean from Star's plate and munching on it, before accepting the salad bowl and picking out some early beans for herself. Dorito had a hearty sweet tooth but her friend had helped introduce her to the benefits of tasty vegetables. Even if the ones Dori always went for had a sugary flavor to them when they ripened. After the small blessing on the food, the conversation picked up. Taking a sip of Kipper white wine that he always had just to accompany dinner, David brushed at his lips with a napkin and turned to the teens, pausing in his meal for a moment. End of year is coming up, he said in his elegant British accent, still unshaken after all these years. How is your grad essay coming along, Dorito? Any ideas of where you'd like to end up? Dori chewed her mouthful of food while she thought about it, slumping her shoulders since this was a bit of a taxing conversation topic for her. It's coming, she said once she'd mostly swallowed her food. It's not like I haven't learned a lot this year but it's hard to focus it all into something that will both get the points and look good to any colleges. My teachers are encouraging me to do something with engineering or contractor building, since I can create straight lines with my corrupted finger. I mean, it's a pretty big deal to be able to create structures and materials out of thin air just by waving my hand around. And it's really useful and everything since materials aren't industrialized like they were pre-Rift. It's basically financial and job security literally anywhere. David nodded while taking another bite of his own food. Damn fuckin' right, Eric commented with a slanted nod. You know how many parts we have to wait weeks for delivery on when shit breaks down at the shop? Like, almost every day, somebody comes in with ancient pieces of garbage, expecting me to fix it within the week, when we have to literally make the parts right there, from scratch. Shit takes days to get the molds out and reform the metals. You know how much I could get away with charging if I had you there to draw what needs to fit into the auto to make it work and send them on their way that day? He glanced up at the level look from David and shrugged while putting a forkful of food near his mouth. Not... that... I would because community and shit. Yeah, I know, Dorito murmured, pushing food around with her fork. And I've got the eyes for mathematics and perspective too, which makes it real easy to just look at measurements and make something that'll fit the space. I just don't know how I feel about the pressure and all. My art has always been for me and fun. But what happens when it becomes demanding and I have to make a living from it? I can't just say 'oh, I don't feel like doing it today, can you leave me and my scary finger alone for a while?' David chuckled softly and tipped his glass with an ironic lift of his eyebrow. Such is the struggle of adulthood, he said sipping from his drink. That balance of responsibility, hobby and having a profitable skill. I'm sure you'll get it sorted by the time you need to. It's just about 3 months left and who says you have to stay in whatever job you choose? You can walk away and try something different. What about you, love? he asked with a nod at Star. How's your essay coming along? See more