Be the wordsmith Seer
You're currently at your computer, writing the latest chapter of your in-progress novel. It's taking time, but it's slowly getting finished. You hope to have this chapter finished by-
"Roooosie, dinner!"
Your mother's voice floats up to you from downstairs, and you sigh. Lately she had decided to start cooking as yet another passive aggressive movement; however, for the time being, you were taking full advantage of this. It helped that she was actually a good cook.
"Coming, Mother," you call back, before saving your work and signing off your computer. After resetting your desk to hold some semblance of tidiness, you stand and make your way to the doorway, pausing with a hand on the light switch for a moment to survey your room. It was a bit of a mess, but this was nothing new. You deem it acceptable for the present time and flick off the lights before heading downstairs. The smell of your mother's cooking meets you.
She looks up with a smile as you enter the kitchen, looking as immaculate as ever. You were still trying to figure out how she managed to maintain her appearance while being constantly inebriated, but to no avail. Point to her.
She hands you a plate before piling it with at least twice the amount of food you would ever need to consume, with a side comment on you needing to eat to stay healthy. Well played. However, you can simply out play this by eating all of the meal. It's your favourite, and you were too busy to eat lunch, so this shouldn't be too difficult. You take your food to the bench and sit down, starting to eat as you watch your mother pour herself yet another martini. She seems slightly worried, something you've noticed throughout the day, but you had already given her a card and had since been ignoring it, reminding yourself that it was most likely nothing.
She picks up her own plate and makes her way over to sit next to you, and the two of you eat in silence. The air is tense though; you are waiting for her to make the first move. Your mother sips her glass, before placing it down with a sigh, turning to face you. You follow her lead and place your fork on the bench. Might as well give up any hopes of a normal dinner with no conversation.
"Is something the matter, Mother?" you inquire. She picks up the martini glass again, rubbing her thumb against it. She's dropped her eyes again.
"Yes...No. Nothing's wrong really. Just-" she makes eye contact again. "Just this once I... I need this conversation to be, like, sincere. You need ta listen to me. Can you promise me that, Rosie?"
You raise an eyebrow. Well, this is new. She does look quite concerned, and it's piqued your interest, to say the least.
"Of course. You have my word."
She smiles slightly at that.
"Okay, well, guess I have no choice now then. It's probably high time I told you this, anyways. It's... Well it's about your father."
Your eyes widen. On the list of things you expected from this conversation, your missing father was not high at all. "Go on..."
"Well, me and him have been talking, you see. We kept in contact over the years."
"Wait. You told me you didn't know who he was, or where he was," you say, holding up a finger.
"Weeell, that may have been a tiny weeny little white lie? He's one of my closest friends, to tell you the truth. And... We've decided to give it a go. Being a family, that is. If it's okay with you."
You open your mouth to reply, but she places a finger on your lips. "Shush Rosie, please. Just let me finish. We were young, and we were scared, and we definitely weren't ready to be parents. So, we decided to go our separate ways, raise one kid each. But, we think it's time the both of you had a father and a mother, respectively. And we want to get back together. So..." she removes her hand from your mouth. "You can talk now."
"...Both of us? I have a sibling?" you ask, your brow furrowing. Not telling you about your father was one thing, but withholding information of a sibling was something else entirely. She has the grace to look sheepish.
"Yeah... A twin brother. We figured we'd have one each, do the best we could. But...what do you think? Do you want a dad?" she looks at you hopefully.
"I think... I think I'd like that. I'm really quite shocked that you'd think that that was the best course of action, though. Why?"
"As I said, we were both young. And when I say that, I mean really young. I was only sixteen, and he was the same, just slightly older. Way too young to make a family. But you want to meet him?"
"I...yes. I do. Both of them. What are their names?"
"Dirk. Dirk Strider. He's your dad. And then your brother is Dave." You slap a hand over your mouth, eyebrows lifted. "Rose, what's wrong?"
You stand up. "I- excuse me," you say, before briskly making your way up to your room. You close the door, leaning your head against it for a second, before locking it as you hear your mother start to follow you. Rushing to your computer, you log into Pesterchum. Pleasebeonlinepleasepleasepl easeplease. Thankfully, the person you're looking for's icon is green.
tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 8:16
TT: Dave, we need to talk.
TG: hello to you too rose
TG: so whats the matter at casa de lalonde
TT: Would I be correct in assuming your Bro's name is Dirk?
TG: is this the only problem
TG: i thought we had a life threatening situation on our hands
TG: turns out you just had some desire to know bros name and couldnt sleep until you knew
TG: but yeah its dirk
TG: why
TT: Shit.
TG: you dont swear often so whats going on here
TG: keep me in the loop wouldnt you
TT: Dave, do you know your brother's age?
TT: This is important, but I'm still not one hundred percent sure that I'm correct. So, age.
TG: hes 29
TG: again why
TT: Oh dear. I had hoped I was mistaken, but that's the correct age.
TG: youre still not telling me whats happening here
TT: Ask your "brother" about Roxy Lalonde. He should be the one to explain to you, not me.
tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]
TG: no dont disconnect on me
TG: im pestering you as soon as ive finished talking to bro
AN: And there we go, my first ever Homestuck piece. I apologise if anyone isn't in character, I'm only new to writing them, Dave especially.
Anyway, hope this is vaguely enjoyable! Any reviews would be lovely :)
