Godzilla Firepit, Wednesday Morning

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He hadn't spent much time with telephones or computers yet, but even after he did Christian's favorite invention of the 21st century might still be the ballpoint pen. Not having an inkwell to fuss with made it much easier for him to take his writing to beside the cold firepit, where he could alternate drinking coffee and people-watching with writing. He was working on two things: A poem for himself, and his first letter home to his father. One was, of necessity, rather more censored than the other. (As far as Christian's father would ever know, this was exactly the severe boarding school of his dreams.)

It felt too early to build a campfire, and Christian wasn't in the mood for the labor of gathering wood and tinder anyhow. He'd let someone else build the fire, if they wanted to.

"What rhymes with sunshine?" he muttered, new pen scratching away.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Little brother!" Alex greeted, coffee in one hand and smirk on his face. "You haven't fled the island yet."

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"Big brother!" Christian returned, with distinct wariness in his tone. He set the pen aside. "I have not. I think the island's stuck with me for now."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You could do worse," Alex said, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. "Island's not so bad except when it is. You escape that baggage shit from the other week?"

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Christian's tiny flinch at the language was almost imperceptible. "They were a surprise," he said delicately, "but I only had the two, so it could have been much worse. How can you tell when it's the island, and not someone's sense of humor?"

He'd had a carpetbag for DADDY ISSUES and a larger suitcase for HAS NEVER BEEN IN LOVE. They'd both fit under his bed rather neatly.

[likes_scoundrels]

"One sign?" Leia suggested, overhearing him as she happened to be wandering by -- on two legs now, thank you.

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"And so we rest in fields of sunshine, drawn together under one sign," Christian tried experimentally. "Not bad at all!"

He smiled up at her, poem forgotten for the second. "It's good to see you again."

[likes_scoundrels]

"Glad I could help," Leia smiled, sitting down nearby. She still had to struggle with the urge to stretch out in a patch of sun and nap. "What are you working on?"

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"Another love poem," Christian said, smiling slightly. "It's one of the great subjects, isn't it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Still no wet t-shirt?" He was going to greet her like that forever. "Bummer!"

[likes_scoundrels]

Leia grinned and looked upward. "Well, maybe if it rains," she said. "Know anyone who can control the weather?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, but I can get a few bottles of water and pretend like I can," Alex offered.

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

"That entirely depends on what you want to say about the sunshine, doesn't it?" inquired the somewhat musical voice of the girl who had come strolling by, a rakishly-tilted wreath of fresh wildflowers crowning her head. Impulsively Sara spun in place and let out a laugh. "And there are so many things one could say about it."

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Christian nodded. "This is for a poem about being outside with someone one loves on a sunny day," he said, before glancing up. His eyes widened in admiration at the sight of the wreath. "And those are very lovely flowers."

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Sara laughed and waved a graceful hand to him in thanks, saying matter-of-factly, "Thank you! They are, aren't they? I might as well wear something that is, since I'm in no danger of overshadowing them."

She tapped a finger against the corner of her mouth in thought. "Sunshine," she echoed, and repeated the word several times, experimenting with the sound of it in melancholy, hopeful, tentative, and triumphant tones. "Oh, I'm hopeless at rhyming, I'm afraid; I can't think of a thing."

It was so easy to get caught up in the poetry of a word itself; trying to find a rhyme for it seemed like a distraction.

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"One line, done fine, unkind ... " Christian murmured hopefully. "Or I could write a blank verse with no rhyme. Those are terribly modern."

He smiled at the girl again. "The flowers suit you. I'm Christian, by the way. I don't think we've met."

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"Be mine?" Rilla suggested with a tiny little smile as she approached.

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"And that might carry the day," Christian grinned, jotting down the suggestion. "Good morning!"

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"And to you," Rilla replied, sitting down on a nearby log. "My brother is a poet as well. I'm quite accustomed to these sorts of questions."

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"Older or younger brother?" Christian asked, interested. "I don't have any myself, so I end up bothering the housekeeper for rhymes."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim didn't have any classes on Wednesdays and people seemed to be gathering at the Godzilla firepit, so he decided to stop by. "Hi," he said to the kid he didn't know. "Mind if I join you guys?"

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"Of course," Christian smiled up at him. "We aren't doing anything interesting, though. I was just people-watching and writing and the rest of them appeared!"

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"That's okay, it's a quiet day for me," Tim said. "I'm Tim. I'm over in the Gremlins cabin."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda wasn't sure why she was up yet, but went with it. Sometimes your body just had to be up and about.

"Hey." she nodded to Christian. "Whatcha writin'?"

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Christian gave the girl a slight, distracted smile. "A poem, if it works out right."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda lit up. "I love poetry!" she smiled. "Do you write a lot?"