[They'd end up being word games, anyway. Choppy bits of stories in their own right. She hums her agreement, though it's half a preamble for thought, before flopping down to lay on her back. She didn't take the time he'd given her to think of a story earlier, so it was time to pull from the past and bullshit when the blanks come up...]
Two sisters, Joanna and Gemma, stood at the world's beginning and wondered aloud what to do with the land laid out before them. Gemma took her sister's hand and gestured wide, telling her of the plentiful fields and rolling waves they could set free, but was interrupted long before she could finish painting her picture. She hadn't even gotten to complete the sketch.
"What of the music?" Joanna asked. "Is it enough to accept the rustle caused by the winds through our world?" So she added birdsong, making Gemma create birds, and rhythm, making Gemma create rattlesnakes, and the sweet unpredictability of voices, which Gemma answered with making people, all of which would live off the land she then built to accommodate them all...
[It's a story of different people with different priorities, and how one gets praised far more even if their contributions aren't always practical -- necessary, yes, because there can't be a world without people or music, but Joanna was prone to whimsy and the part of love that wanted to grant anything and everything someone else wanted. Gemma granted those same things out of love for her sister, but had to take care of other parts that weren't seen as fun or even nurturing in the eyes of the creatures she'd worked hard for. Gemma was run ragged for very little reward. Pride in her work could only get her so far when the sister she held so dear was come to be known as Beloved Joanna by all, any adoration going to her and...looking so much like her own that she wondered if it went unnoticed after a while.
Something a lot like Death asking why Life was celebrated, where they were feared and despised, in the end, but without much of a moral.]
I don't -- know how to make it back -- around to what I wanted the characters to be... "Too Beloved" and "To Be Loved". Haven't, um, figured it out... But spoilers, th-that's their theme.
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Two sisters, Joanna and Gemma, stood at the world's beginning and wondered aloud what to do with the land laid out before them. Gemma took her sister's hand and gestured wide, telling her of the plentiful fields and rolling waves they could set free, but was interrupted long before she could finish painting her picture. She hadn't even gotten to complete the sketch.
"What of the music?" Joanna asked. "Is it enough to accept the rustle caused by the winds through our world?" So she added birdsong, making Gemma create birds, and rhythm, making Gemma create rattlesnakes, and the sweet unpredictability of voices, which Gemma answered with making people, all of which would live off the land she then built to accommodate them all...
[It's a story of different people with different priorities, and how one gets praised far more even if their contributions aren't always practical -- necessary, yes, because there can't be a world without people or music, but Joanna was prone to whimsy and the part of love that wanted to grant anything and everything someone else wanted. Gemma granted those same things out of love for her sister, but had to take care of other parts that weren't seen as fun or even nurturing in the eyes of the creatures she'd worked hard for. Gemma was run ragged for very little reward. Pride in her work could only get her so far when the sister she held so dear was come to be known as Beloved Joanna by all, any adoration going to her and...looking so much like her own that she wondered if it went unnoticed after a while.
Something a lot like Death asking why Life was celebrated, where they were feared and despised, in the end, but without much of a moral.]
I don't -- know how to make it back -- around to what I wanted the characters to be... "Too Beloved" and "To Be Loved". Haven't, um, figured it out... But spoilers, th-that's their theme.