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TDIR: Convergence (2)
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Jane/Mary
Warnings: None
Chapter: Two
Rating: G
Summary: The girls sit quietly together while the boys play. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10lilies.
A loud crash from the direction of Will's attic room makes both Mary and Jane wince. Barney can be heard, obviously in the throes of some tussle or another. Mary makes a face. "I wish they wouldn't play like that. Can't they sit quietly and do something sensible? Will knows I'm supposed to be studying."
"Boys will be boys, I suppose," Jane says, trying not to smile at Mary's irritated tone. "I thought you'd be used to this, though, with so many brothers. I mean... I am, and I only have Simon and Barney."
"Yes, but..." Mary huffs softly. "Well, Will is normally pretty quiet, except when he's fighting with James -- I bet James is up there with them. But the others are mostly quiet. Stephen and Max were always grown up anyway, and Robin doesn't need to fight anyone, just threaten, and I don't think Paul sees anything but his flute half the time. And it just gets boring."
Jane decides not to mention that more often than not, she just views Simon and Barney's tussles with amusement -- and anyway, they're getting old enough now to be starting to grow out of it. Instead, she rethreads her needle to continue work on a skirt she's making. "What are you studying, anyway?"
"Algebra." Mary makes a face again, wrinkling her nose. Her brother James always teases her about that expression, Jane knows, but she thinks it's -- well, it doesn't make Mary look any less pretty. Younger, maybe, but not ugly as James says. "I'm useless at it."
"Maybe I could help you?"
She shakes her head, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "No. I mean, I should do it myself."
Jane nods, and looks down at her sewing again. Simon and Barney have been teasing her about being all mature, sitting and doing her sewing like a real girl, but she doesn't mind. And she'd rather spend her time with Mary, even an irritable Mary, than being teased by her brothers about Will. Coming here has only emphasized that she's not normal at all, that she doesn't like Will one bit -- not in that way, anyway.
It's difficult to admit it, somehow, but she knows it's true: it's Mary she likes. She can't even get annoyed with her when she's being snappy and selfish. And there's more reason than ever for Mary to be vain, in her opinion. She's beautiful, now, her hair longer than ever and her smile sweeter than it had been.
Jane realises that she's staring and shakes her head as if to clear it of the thoughts.
"I'd rather be sitting in here with you than playing with them," she says, quietly, when another bump presumably caused by Barney or James causes Mary to look up and yell for them all to shut up. She almost hopes Mary will say something similar in return, but once she's done yelling, she just turns straight back to her algebra.
Pairing: Jane/Mary
Warnings: None
Chapter: Two
Rating: G
Summary: The girls sit quietly together while the boys play. For
10lilies.A loud crash from the direction of Will's attic room makes both Mary and Jane wince. Barney can be heard, obviously in the throes of some tussle or another. Mary makes a face. "I wish they wouldn't play like that. Can't they sit quietly and do something sensible? Will knows I'm supposed to be studying."
"Boys will be boys, I suppose," Jane says, trying not to smile at Mary's irritated tone. "I thought you'd be used to this, though, with so many brothers. I mean... I am, and I only have Simon and Barney."
"Yes, but..." Mary huffs softly. "Well, Will is normally pretty quiet, except when he's fighting with James -- I bet James is up there with them. But the others are mostly quiet. Stephen and Max were always grown up anyway, and Robin doesn't need to fight anyone, just threaten, and I don't think Paul sees anything but his flute half the time. And it just gets boring."
Jane decides not to mention that more often than not, she just views Simon and Barney's tussles with amusement -- and anyway, they're getting old enough now to be starting to grow out of it. Instead, she rethreads her needle to continue work on a skirt she's making. "What are you studying, anyway?"
"Algebra." Mary makes a face again, wrinkling her nose. Her brother James always teases her about that expression, Jane knows, but she thinks it's -- well, it doesn't make Mary look any less pretty. Younger, maybe, but not ugly as James says. "I'm useless at it."
"Maybe I could help you?"
She shakes her head, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "No. I mean, I should do it myself."
Jane nods, and looks down at her sewing again. Simon and Barney have been teasing her about being all mature, sitting and doing her sewing like a real girl, but she doesn't mind. And she'd rather spend her time with Mary, even an irritable Mary, than being teased by her brothers about Will. Coming here has only emphasized that she's not normal at all, that she doesn't like Will one bit -- not in that way, anyway.
It's difficult to admit it, somehow, but she knows it's true: it's Mary she likes. She can't even get annoyed with her when she's being snappy and selfish. And there's more reason than ever for Mary to be vain, in her opinion. She's beautiful, now, her hair longer than ever and her smile sweeter than it had been.
Jane realises that she's staring and shakes her head as if to clear it of the thoughts.
"I'd rather be sitting in here with you than playing with them," she says, quietly, when another bump presumably caused by Barney or James causes Mary to look up and yell for them all to shut up. She almost hopes Mary will say something similar in return, but once she's done yelling, she just turns straight back to her algebra.