dismantle
"You are dismantling the tower," Saturday says, frowning at the various Denizens and Piper's children swarming around on the structure above.
"It serves no purpose," Scamandros, the new Sorceror Superior of the Upper House, replies calmly; but the ever-shifting tattoos on his cheeks betray his anxiety.
And Saturday had thought it rankling when Sunday was placed above her; to serve this vulnerable upstart should be ten, no, a thousand times worse- yet she finds that she is not as upset at the prospect as she should be.
sin (doubled)
"You have done something- taken something from me," Saturday says accusingly; but even this knowledge does not incite the jealous fury that losing something rightfully hers would have in the past.
"I have cured you of your envy," the New Architect corrects, his expression unreadable behind those ridiculous tinted lens.
Saturday stiffens, but realizes that he speaks the truth; yet if she had not even noticed that, what else has he changed about her, without her knowledge or her consent?
"That is the only thing I changed," the New Architect adds, as if reading her thoughts," and I have done the same for all the former Trustees."
She relaxes slightly; for once, she would not have been pleased to be singled out. "You had no right," she says anyway, because Sunday is obviously not going to oppose the New Architect in any meaningful way; once more it falls to her to administer these things.
detente
Saturday is not sure what she was expecting when Scamandros sent her to the Border Sea for some obviously contrived reason, but a secluded meal alone with Drowned Wednesday is not it.
"Hungry?" Wednesday asks, her green eyes glittering.
Saturday hesitates, a thousand things (apologies, excuses, defiant explanations) flashing through her mind and none of them suitable to voice; she reaches for a dainty and takes a delicate bite instead.
detente 2
Saturday does not apologize; Wednesday does not know what she would have done if her former friend had.
"I did what I thought was necessary," is all Saturday says on the matter of her betrayal; it's a simple statement of fact, no defensiveness or defiance.
"As did I," Wednesday replies, watching with a curious feeling of detachment as Saturday eats the meal Duke Sunscorch had graciously supplied.
past imperfect
"I wish the New Architect would bring Her back, sometimes," Saturday says, not looking at Sunday; she isn't sure if she wants to know what his reaction is.
"So you can ask Her why?" Sunday replies, his tone neutral. When Saturday doesn't answer, he adds, "I wonder that myself; I don't know what She could possibly answer- or if I'd even want to know," and Saturday finds that she can't disagree with that sentiment.
wave
Wednesday sits at the end of the pier, her feet dangling just above the water. The bottom of her skirt is damp, the result of several waves lapping around her shins and soaking the fabric.
She has yet to go swimming since her "restoration", but she's getting there.
pie
She has a deep-seated revulsion of consuming food, but since Denizens do not actually need to eat, Wednesday has thus far managed to avoid it.
Dawn watches her with worry obvious in her eyes, and sometimes Art looks at her (though it's impossible to tell what he's thinking most of the time).
Wednesday pretends not to notice and busies herself with other things: she has found that making food is an enjoyable pastime, and giving out treats like pie or cake goes a long way to distracting those who worry about her.
A/N: Still taking prompts, and feel free to ask for the same character again or whatever. Also give me some words or a scenario if you want, otherwise I'll just do whatever. ;)
Also, in case you haven't read Six Deaths blah blah, Art restores the Trustees and appoints them as Noon of their respective Demesne. Suzy's in charge of the Incomparable Gardens, Scamandros heads the Upper House, Sunscorch leads the Border Sea, etc. Also Leaf agrees to become Suzy's Dusk and Arthur is Suzy's Dawn.
