Peacorn Universe ♦ ♢ RELATABLE LOVE STORY ADVENTURE ☼ (Open)

[A.ntique]

October

October stopped short of the door, snapping at her brother, "Peacorn, ladies don't open doors, gentlemen do. However, seeing that there isn't one here you must suffice." She stared at the door expectantly.

[.jabberwocky]

Millard walked inside the trailer... his old stomping grounds. The tattered sofa. The fake bear rug. The television with the cracked screen. Those had been his only family, when Al had died. Millard had sought to find love in the flickering glow of Even Stevens reruns, but nothing could replace the blind, slobbering devotion of a dog too stupid to know better.

[Lunar Lullaby]

Peacorn

Peacorn almost kicked her in the shins and ran off, but he didn't. He sighed and opened the door for his whiny sister. After they went inside Peacorn felt it was time to bring out his home made sugar cookies. They were a little on the burnt side, but burnt tasted good.

[A.ntique]

October

The woman strode into the trailer, doing her best to ignore the stench that slammed into her like a 2 ton rhino. She noticed where Peacorn was headed; the kitchen. That could only mean one thing; sugar cookies. And that meant... "Peacorn!" She shouted, "Don't bring those toxic pastries out here." She focused now on Millard, "How's life coming along, my dear dear boy?"

[.jabberwocky]

Millard sat on the sofa and angrily pretended to text, because he had no actual friends with whom to share his woes. His last friend, when they'd interacted most recently, had thrown a bowl of partially-microwaved macaroni and cheese at him before assaulting him with phrases like "helpless imbecile" and "self-righteous turd."

[Lunar Lullaby]

Peacorn

Peacorn grabbed the sugar cookies anyway, maybe they could come in use another way instead of eating. Peacorn quickly graded the munchies and then took a seat in a recliner chair which faced toward Millard, the fruit of his loins.

[.jabberwocky]

Millard hated it when his dad stared at him like that. When Aunt October was around, it usually preceded him saying that Millard was "the fruit of his loins."

[A.ntique]

October

October was not the sort of woman to be ignored or disobeyed. She marched past her brother, slapping the tray of cookies out of his hands in the process, then selected an old card table to sit on. She cleared her throat and spoke, "Millard, I can take care of you, mentally and financially. I don't know what my brother's been doing to you, but anything coming from a man who buried his wife and dogs in the same yard can't be healthy."

[.jabberwocky]

Millard

Millard slowly looked up from his fake text. "...Dogs? Plural?"

[A.ntique]

October

Her face drained of what little color her cheap blush provided, "Your father didn't tell you about Carlos...?" Her voice was hoarse, barely audible. She didn't know how close the terrier had been to Millard, but if it was anything like what it was with Al, well, her gaining his custody was a shoe-in.