Two is angry angry angry all the time, and Linda thinks it's perfect. He's always flailing around, punching another child in the face, grabbing three by the sleeve of his shirt and dragging him around like a ragdoll. But oh my he's beautiful when he gets so angry, there's no denying that.
And those cold blue eyes look like they have flames in them, but Linda doesn't know how strange that is for someone so young to be so angry all the time. All Linda knows is that there's something undeniably fascinating about the way his slender frame tenses up and he pulls his fist back really sharp-like and it stops! --
just as it's about to hit one square in the nose.
And she's thankful for two because he's the only reason she gets to see the three of them in the same room--
because one is always in the same place--
because two is always after one--
and because three would follow two to the ends of the Earth.
And she thinks that two is probably the one she would most like to kiss.
Three isn't pretty like two, but his face is still just as wonderful. Linda notices that he has a small hump in his nose and she deems it absolutely adorable.
He always looks like he's about to say something mean to someone but he never really does, unless it's some snide remark to one--
but one day Linda saw three sneak away from two to talk to one in secret and she thinks that maybe she'll use that as blackmail one day. "I saw you talking to him."
That would absolutely kill him.
Whereas everyone calls two fairskinned and claims that it's beautiful, three just looks very pale. Like he doesn't get a lot of sleep. Like he doesn't want a lot of sleep. Three looks sickly, not beautiful, but Linda can't imagine him any other way. It's just him and she wishes that he would pull off his goggles at least once when she was around so she can see if his dark circles are as pronounced as L's.
Three goes to the infirmary a lot and sometimes Linda fakes a headache just so she can be in there with him. Two is almost always sitting at his bedside, and they talk quietly, but never about what's wrong with three--
and Linda still doesn't know what's wrong with him.
But she decides that maybe three wouldn't be so bad to marry, because he seems like he's easy to put up with.
One is who she thinks about the least but wants the most.
Maybe this is because he never talks to her.
Because two talks to her. Three dignifies her existance with a glance.
But one is different, and his eyes are so wide, and his hands are so small... and she just wants him to look at her, and maybe smile-- but everyone knows that one never smiles, unless it's that one smile that he gets when two is on the verge of absolutely hysteria and three grabs him by his thin waist and pulls him away.
That's when one just smiles and he taps his little fingers together-- and that's the only time he ever really smiles. Two never sees it. Three does and Linda's sure that the jerky movement he does upon seeing it is a cold chill, and the smile is so...
... she can't even explain how she feels when she sees that smile.
She rules out her previous theory that three would be nice to marry, because now she thinks that one would be even better; he would take care of their home and their children as carefully as he takes care of his toys.
(She never sees how those nice, detailed cities he builds are torn down by malfunctioning robots, and all the inhabitants die.)
They leave her, slowly, but she still thinks about them everyday.
And one day, two of them are dead and one of them is as far away as he could possibly be--
and she talks about them to the man who is brave enough to propose to her, but after he realizes that she is never going to stop talking about them, he decides that he can't live with her and this fixation on these boys that she calls by number.
notes and stuff: Wow. Uhm. Yeah. I wanted to write a Linda-fic and I wanted her to be a little warped... and that's what I got. Don't really know what to think about it. Review, please?