easily easy. [O]

[emily]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything Nothing at all

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] He practically punched the air in glory when the old man told him he could have a day off. Heck yes, thank the harvest goddess. We are the champions, my friends. Finally he could goof off! Well, he goofed off everyday on the job, but now he could lay back without getting hit with a broom or whatever blunt object the priest used to wake him up. a whole day to just do whatever the hell he wanted? it was a long time coming, but it was finally here, and he didn't have a second to lose hanging about this dusty old church. elliot threw off his kimono only a moment after, because hell he was a free man, and ran upstairs in his boxers to change into something normal teenagers would actually wear. it didn't take long for him to come back down in a red hoodie and his only pair of jeans, sporting sunglasses just because they made his eyes look less noticeable, and dash out the door before he got scolding for being so inappropriate in the eyes of the goddess. Yeah right, she was probably laughing it up! Elli rushed to the center of town without really knowing what he was going to do there. All he knew is that he'd rather be anywhere than at his workplace. Sure, he had plenty of nice memories there with his parents, but just the more recent memories of him being scolded or scrubbing floors gave him the shivers. he hated working hard. he hated breaking a sweat and breaking his back over something he wasn't even really passionate about. maybe if he actually liked what he was doing, he'd be more willing to put his all into something. but honestly, him getting another job wasn't likely, after all he couldn't just leave the priest after all he'd done for him. ugh, elliot ruffled his eyebrows together in aggravation, he shouldn't be thinking about these things on his day off gosh darnit! the square came into his view and a smile broke his down disposition. surely there was something to do in the square; plenty of shops, plenty of people to talk to! but jeez, why did he practically run here again? elli spotted the fountain and decided to take a short breather. "whew!" he plopped himself down on the stone, letting himself lay down on the cool rock and turn over on his back. today was going to be sweet, so much time to waste, and so many things to not do.

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[holly]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px;] --- holly's biggest secret was that she just didn't trust cars. she didn't need them. holly didn't have anywhere to go that she couldn't walk to, or casually amble to with amstel. besides, they were loud and horribly unclean things. her parents didn't have a car (until they needed one to see her aunt) and she was comfortable keeping up that tradition. having one would be more of an inconvenience than not having one. she didn't want to be perceived as some superstitious, frightful person, though. certain things the people of pastora were incorporating into their lives were just damn superfluous and holly didn't feel the need to fly with that flock. --- so when she decided to go to town, she took her normal mode of transportation; the big grey gelding with soft chocolate eyes and trembling pink lips. she pulled on tan denim shorts, an oversized, thin sweater that (if you concentrated on her figure very, very intensely) was the tiniest bit sheer. after holly laced up her ankle boots she went outside and gently pressed the bit to his mouth. amstel yeilded and she hopped on with no other tack. (saddles just weren't necessary for this pair.) --- she really was a strange sight on the cobblestones. the soft clacking of amstel's large feet against the whir of bikes and motors. it made her stomach turn. she was sure, though, that most of the ranchers and others who stayed on the outskirts of town felt this way, as well. holly wasn't even sure why she was here. the day was nice, and maybe it had pushed her to wander. she was thinking about turning around and going back to her own ranch when she spotted a familiar mock of hair, and smirked. --- there he was, softly sleeping. sometimes holly envied elliot and she wasn't sure why. maybe because he just looked very innocent, right then. she'd clucked to amstel and gotten closer so she was looking down at his face. she was trying to think of a way to wake him when the gelding lowered his nose and started lipping at the boys hair. holly snorted and peals of laughter broke through.

[atrb=vAlign,top] ✾ the undone & the divine for dear emily, and omg what is this but hi. ✲ AMB Tanz