yet our roots remain as one

[Noori]

Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vines

Well, well, well. A family fucking reunion - and they had intentionally invited Noori! What a damned surprise. Really, she could not have been more surprised. Dramatic eldest, known for destroying lives, sleeping around, and being a general wreaker of havoc, invited to a docile family event? Truly astounding. Literally crazy. (Not that she's surprised about the crazy part, necessarily. I mean, Scorch is her mother).

She hops into the Audi A8L early that morning, the car having been a present bought for her by one of her past suitors. She doesn't quite remember which one, except that it wasn't Trekk, considering how poor he had been. But hey, she doesn't discriminate - except when it comes to cars. As she cruises from the north end of the busy city to the south, she relishes in the purr of the car's engine, running her hands affectionately across the car's leather steering wheel.

Before she knows it, her luxury car is parked in front of her parent's mansion. She doesn't even remember getting here; she had sworn to herself that she would have to use her phone to even come close to the address. A blush works itself to her sunglassed-face at the thought of how attached she truly must have been to this place as a child; but the thought is quickly cast aside.

She's here for some beer, to yell at Scorch, and maybe catch up with Shah. Nothing else mattered.

Slamming the A8L's door for no particular reason, Noori looked her childhood house up and down, hands running down her legs to smooth the wrinkles in her designer jeans. Her heeled feet shuffle nervously a few times as memories come flooding back to her, and she shifts her pink-tinted sunglasses from her eyes to the well groomed crown of her head to get a better look at the place. Licking her glossed lips and blinking her seductive green eyes in something of anxiety, Noori wonders if her twin, Kaida, will be in attendance today.

She's about to head to the door then, but she realizes that no other cars are anywhere near the mansion. Sighing, and cursing herself for her tact, Noori leans against her polished luxury car, arms crossed, manicured nails pianoing impatiently across her freckled arms. She would not be the first person to arrive - which, really, is laughable. The eldest child proves herself again to be the most immature of the gang - but hey, does she give a fuck?

That's what I thought.

noori