05-15-2010, 05:07 AM
Life grinned. "Why thank you." His pale eyes moved to Lost, who was blushing darkly after Isis' words. "You've really got something here, Lost." Don't let her go. "She's a sweetheart." The conversation suddenly moved on, faster than it had all day. Lost never initiated, but he was able to tolerate any remarks that weren't . . . civil . . . on Life's part. Isis seemed to keep a leash on Life himself, and he was sensitive to the fact that she saw weakness in him. Instead of starting any more fights, the two brothers spoke of weather, of music, of friends, and of the Others. Anything to keep them from snarling at one another seemed to go just fine.
"I think I can get him to sing again," Life said after a few moments of calm silence. Lost's black eyes glared at his brother morosely, and he shook his head. The other doll ignored it, continuing. "I'm sure he would love to sing for you, Isis."
Another blush filled Lost's cheeks, and he stopped shaking his head. Instead, he glanced to Isis, blinking a few times.
"Tell me, you don't want to show her?"
Lost glared at Life again, and then sighed quietly, scooping his mug up into his free hand and taking a sip. Life merely waited, ignoring the dark-skinned boy's attempt to escape the question. Lost finally just set his tea down, shrugging slightly. "Yes."
"Yes?" Life lifted an eyebrow. "Yes you want to show her?"
"Yes," Lost hissed quietly, more out of embarrassment than anger.
Life laughed, clapping his hands together. "Then I will be seeing you tomorrow then, won't I?" It had been a tradition, back then anyway, that the two brothers would meet in a room near the top of the house in order to practice. Not only could Life dance, and Lost sing, but they each had an instrument that they could play as well. But that wasn't going to be said until Isis could actually see them. They would surprise her.
In silent agreement, Lost nodded. "Tomorrow," he whispered, giving Isis' hand a squeeze as though speaking their own type of language.
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