vice versa [private/mirana] (Read 233 times)

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

I FELT THE HATE

Rise up in me
Kneel down and clear
The stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed

This was awkward.

Really awkward.

A total of two days had passed since another immensely awkward situation. Yeah, she was coping with it and she even liked the outcome, but right when she thought things were going to go smoothly, she basically ran face first into another awkward situation. And heck, she was embarrassed that she, or maybe even they, had made such a foolish error.

Julianne was training Mirana, and quite possibly Lan, too. She sort of started off shoddy with the latter, but she was surprised to see that she was slowly establishing some kind of friendly bond. Could have been the foxy pretense, but she didn't sense anything ulterior right now. But that was irrelevant right now.

Earlier today, she asked Mira for a training session. Just some basic sword training and body conditioning, to improve on her strength and skill with a weapon. Julia was proud of her skills with bladed weaponry, and wanted to make sure her sister was, too. The blonde wanted her sister to be actually eligible for the occupation she decided to take up.

Really, all went fine and dandy from there on. Julianne said to meet up at a small training dojo she decidedly rented out (thanks to her insurmountable wealth) for their personal use. About an hour and forty minutes later while they were separated, she realized....

She had the wrong bag.

It wasn't her bag; it was Mira's. Additionally, Mira had her bag.

So now, the only change of clothes she had on her was Mirana's. And one may ask, why does she have some qualms with wearing her sister's clothes, given their closeness? Had it not been for the stupid strand of hair on the top of her head, they could easily be mistaken for twins. Meaning, when she changed and was forced to wear that academic attire of her sister, now she looked like a Mirana clone.

With what happened two days ago, wearing her clothes and looking like her was by far the second most awkward thing she's done this month.

And so there she was, holding her practice shinai as she awaited the arrival of her sister in the middle of the wooden floor of the dojo ... in her sister's clothing.

Of course, she was blushing fervidly. She had very conflicted feelings about this.

Then a devastating thought occurred to her. If she was in Mirana's clothes, and her own clothes were with Mirana, what...

Was Mira going to show up in?

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[Mirana S. Brooks]

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Awkward..

Awkwardness would most likely be the correct terminology that is used to describe the aftermath of the two sisters being 'lost in the moment', so to speak. Yes, Mirana would go out on a limb and confess that she loved her sister way more than just a sister, but she also knew that it was taboo. Their love for each other transcended the bonds of sisterhood, so even though she knew it to be true, that they probably shouldn't ever do that again, there was a lingering thought in the back of her mind that.. pretty much pushes all rationality aside, just so she could do whatever it is that she wants to, instead of following the status quo of what people perceive to be 'the right thing'.

Nonetheless, one could imagine the look of utter disbelief on the young student's face when she realized that her bag, wasn't actually her bag. She silently muttered a curse over her and her sister's common tastelessness when it came to these things, and proceeded with her planned shower after a session of yoga in her school's gymnasium. It had most likely been the sense of awkwardness that now surrounded the siblings after their little session, seeing as neither of them noticed the panda keychain that hung on Mirana's bag, or the lion one on Julia's. Thankfully, she still had on her blue beret hat, which served its purpose of hiding her elfin ears, even though her inner fashionista screamed and wailed at her because the color coordination of her outfit is ruined by the addition of a blue accessory.

After around fifteen minutes or so of fumbling around, trying to figure out the best way to pull those figure hugging slacks on, she quickly hailed a taxi and headed towards the designated destination - the usual training dojo that her sister often went to. She would be about half an hour late, but hopefully the wardrobe malfunction would suffice as a logical excuse, but nevertheless, there she was, entering through the front entrance of the dojo, with the duffel bag slung over her shoulder. With the exception of her hair being untied and let down, along with the beret cap concealing a large portion of the top of her head, Mirana looked.. eerily identical to her sister. The only thing that's lacking is that one annoying strand of hair that kept popping up, no matter how Julia tried keeping it down.

"J-Julia..? Are you there?"

WORDS: words
TAG: person
SPELLS: spells
NOTES: lalala

[JULIANNE A. BROOKS]

I FELT THE HATE

Rise up in me
Kneel down and clear
The stone of leaves
I wander out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed

During the additional time she spent waiting, Julianne grew a lot more worried. It pretty much confirmed that her bag must have been in Mirana's possession. Maybe Mira couldn't handle how awkward it'd be to show up in that garb, and decided not to show up. But, she'd at least call her or something, right? The blonde was pacing back and forth in the spacious training room before she heard a familiar, currently somewhat-meek voice and turned in the direction of it. She perked up a bit when she heard it - and so did the stubborn strand of hair on her head, as if it had a personality of its own.

"M-... Mira?"

Once she sauntered over caught sight of her she froze up and her complexion reddened like a heated thermometer. There was something adorable about seeing the person you loved way more than you should in your own clothes, and maybe she would have been able to maintain some composure had it not been for the abashing fact that she herself was also in the same predicament. If Mirana ever wondered what she'd look like if she had that obstinate lock of hair on the top of her head, she was pretty much looking at it right now. Sweeping her attention towards the nearest wall as a myriad of emotions. And it made her say something that she thought might lighten the atmosphere, and after she said it, realized it probably just made the awkward the atmosphere a lot more heavier. She cleared her throat before speaking.

"...t-that's cute."

Never before did she think her sister would ever make her feel like a timid schoolgirl, but she supposed at least now she was dressed for the part...

And secretly, she was kind of glad. Still, it was difficult to make eye contact.

"Guess we, ah, got the bags mixed up..."

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