Impressionism has taken refuge in her eyesight it seems, and she squints as she waits for the colors and lights to coalesce into some form of logic. She does not live in Monet's mind, the world is not this lush and beautiful -- if she waits long enough reality will push logic through the haze of sleep and incessant pounding in her head.
"Liana!" she hears her brother call, finally connecting the pounding in her head to his pounding against the door. And oh it shouldn't be new that Aliaks is the cause of her headaches, that should not be new at all.
The muffled sound of foreign cussing breaks through the cracks in the door and she slowly rolls over, staring at the ceiling from her back. "Dobray ranitsy to you too," she tells him quietly when he pushes the door open. He rolls his eyes at her and shoves his curls off his face in frustration.
"Morning? It's closer to dinner." She blinks again and the colors still don't focus. Ah well, she never ate breakfast anyway; she doesn't feel as if she's missed out on anything. He cusses again and she turns her head to look at him -- to scold him -- and everything clears. Gah, she will not give Aliaks the credit for that.
She doesn't chastise him though and she can tell he knows. "Come on, it was time to leave three hours ago but I let you rest."
"I can rest in the car Al," she reminds him.
He shrugs and puts his hands under her elbows, swinging her around and helping stand up, putting most of her weigh in his hands. "I know."
"Liana!" she hears her brother call, finally connecting the pounding in her head to his pounding against the door. And oh it shouldn't be new that Aliaks is the cause of her headaches, that should not be new at all.
The muffled sound of foreign cussing breaks through the cracks in the door and she slowly rolls over, staring at the ceiling from her back. "Dobray ranitsy to you too," she tells him quietly when he pushes the door open. He rolls his eyes at her and shoves his curls off his face in frustration.
"Morning? It's closer to dinner." She blinks again and the colors still don't focus. Ah well, she never ate breakfast anyway; she doesn't feel as if she's missed out on anything. He cusses again and she turns her head to look at him -- to scold him -- and everything clears. Gah, she will not give Aliaks the credit for that.
She doesn't chastise him though and she can tell he knows. "Come on, it was time to leave three hours ago but I let you rest."
"I can rest in the car Al," she reminds him.
He shrugs and puts his hands under her elbows, swinging her around and helping stand up, putting most of her weigh in his hands. "I know."
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