Name: Gwyneira “Gwyn” Corvi
Age: 24
Height: 5’ 7
Appearance: Long thick straight black hair with a shimmer of raven hues when the sun hits it. Almond shaped eyes rimmed with long thick dark lashes around rich coffee colored eyes with flecks of amber. Fair porcelain skin soft and flawless with a collection of scars. High set cheekbones with a delicate nose and rosy cupid bow full lips. Graceful neckline, feminine shoulder with perfectly formed large breasts without the sage of age. Trim waist with a womanly flair to her hips and a firmly set rear end, proportioned with long legs.
Gwyn and Melissa were half-sisters six years apart with different dads and the same mom. That was where the similarities started and ended. Sure one could say that they were both tall but nothing else really. Where Melissa was blonde, Gwyn was raven haired. Melissa had the most amazing blue eyes and Gwyn felt like hers fell short in their brown hues. Melissa was a princess and was not only dressed impeccably every moment of the day but could paint her face with the artistry of a master where Gwyn’s most commonly used accessory was dirt.
Melissa’s father was a Wall Street business man with a talent for real estate. He and their mom were married for years before getting a divorce. It wasn’t one of those ugly matters where everything was over and done with, instead the two parted as friends. That was when Amelia met Pietro, a Navy officer. A delicious order of tall, dark and handsome. They were together for a couple of years before Amelia got pregnant and demanded to get married. Pietro was a free spirit and as much as he cared for Amelia and her daughter he wasn’t the type to get married as he was the type that was married to the military. It was another split for Amelia where she parted from Pietro as friends.
Growing up Gwyn had a great relationship with her father. During the school year she stayed with her mom and sister and during the summer breaks she spent them with her father. She took after him and he taught her to embrace life and to fear nothing unless it was worth fearing. When she was with her father he taught her how to life off the land and enjoy the beauty of the wilds. When she turned nine her father got her a dirt bike a gift her mom hated and made her return. Gwyn returned it but her father just kept it with him for when she visited. Gwyn loved her father and wished that she could live with him because as long as she was getting good grades in school he let her get away with murder.
Maybe that was why she grew up to such a rebel, a wild child so to say. If there was something she wanted, she worked to get it. Something she wanted to do, she did it. Gwyn refused to live her life in regret of what she could have done. After all it was better to ask forgiveness then permission.
Still in college, Gwyn has yet again changed her major unsure even after six years on what she wanted to commit her life to. Everything interested her and the idea that she had to pick just one thing didn’t settle well with her, thus the ever changing majors. But it worked out well for her because college life was a blast and the local hidden hot spot bar was not only a great place to hang out but to work. ‘Smuggler’s Den’ was a once upon a time real life speak easy hidden within in a reputable cigar shop with back access from the building one either sides. It wasn’t as hidden and secret as it once was because drunken frat boys couldn’t keep a secret to themselves to save their lives but it was still rather unknown and those who did know about the hot spot frequented it often.
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There was a muffled noise from somewhere in the too close distance. I opened my eyes but from my hiding place under a mound of blankets and pillows there wasn’t anything but darkness. I didn’t know what time it was but it was too early to care and I closed my eyes as the phone chimed that I had a voicemail.
Five minutes later the sound rattled me from my sleep and I gave up and flung the covers back to paw aimlessly on my dresser for my phone. “Yes?” My voice cracked when I answered the phone.
“Why didn’t you answer the first time I called?” Amelia had called and left a message on her daughter’s phone and she hadn’t received a call back. “What are you doing?” She demanded with an annoyed tone.
I pulled the phone from my face and squinted at the screen that was too bright for the cave like darkness that was my room. The little numbers at the top of the screen alerted me to the fact that I had managed a whole four hours of sleep. It also meant that classes would begin in a few hours.
“Hello! Are you even listening? Gwyneira!”
I wasn’t hung over but it sure felt like that as I placed the phone back to my ear. “Yeah. What? Sleeping.” I feebly answered trying to guess at why my mother was calling me. There were only two reasons why my mother call; one she wanted me to do something or two, she wanted me to stop what it was I was doing.
Amelia gapped at her daughter, it was after ten, what was she still doing in bed? “Don’t tell me…” Amelia started too uncomfortable to finish her question.
Her mother was so transparent and while it was unlike of me to laugh I couldn’t stop it. “No mother, I’m not with a man, nor am I hung over. It was just a late night.” I sighed unsure of what to do with my mother at this point. “Why are you calling?”
“Oh, yes.” Amelia’s tone cheered up drastically. “Your sister is engaged.” She all but sang thoughts on her future grandchildren.
“What?” I didn’t even know Mel was dating. “Since when? With who and why did I not know she was dating?” The questions all poured out in one breath.
“Since yesterday to such a sweet nice boy.” Amelia cooed, her mind turned to the future. “And no one told you because… well…”
I could see my mother on the other side of the line just waving her hands about as if that answered it all. “Because what mother?” I asked my tone dark and dry.
“Well with what happened with the last boyfriend...” Amelia explained uncomfortable with the past situation. “It really was uncalled for, you do know that. And I won’t be happening this time. Do you hear me?” Amelia lectured with a strict tone in her voice leaving no room for arguing.
This shit again? I locked my jaw to keep from saying anything and closed my eyes searching for a grain of calmness. The last boyfriend I had meet was a creep, a down right dog and when I had tried to be a good sister and let Mel know that out of her sight he was hitting on me and feeling me up she blew up. At the wrong person. Blaming me for flaunting myself and ruining everything good thing she ever had. The boyfriend had lied and said I had come on to him, which was a lie because limp dicked pussy men weren’t my style. Yet Melissa, along with most of the family, had gone along with his version of the story. Because after all I was a bartender and you know how those girls can be.
I rolled my eyes and from clenched teeth just grunted my agreement. “Yes, it was uncalled for.” I snipped.
“You have yet to properly apologize to your sister. This week will be a great opportunity for you to say sorry and reconnect with Melissa.”
“This week? I have school!” I sputtered my control on my anger slipping.
“We’re having it at your grandparents place during spring break.” Amelia stressed the word during, a hint to her youngest daughter that today was the start of spring break. “Everyone should be there by late this afternoon or early evening. I expect you to be at dinner.”
I said nothing because my mind was too busy trying to untangle to days of the week. Spring break? Time sure did fly by when you were having fun. “Yeah.” I slowly agreed. I love my grandparents place at the lake. They hand built the place thinking they would have a large family but due to some complications in her second birth, her grandmother was unable to have any more kids. Her uncle made up for the small family by having six kids of his own. More than that the lake house was a wonder of secret nooks and crannies scattered all over the nearly one hundred acres. It was her favorite playground growing up as a child and the times she did spend with her mother over the holidays she couldn’t want to go to the lake. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
Amelia had heard what she wanted and gave her daughter a halfhearted bye and hung up. Head in the clouds as she quickly planned the coming party. “Grandkids, grandkids.” She hummed and sang.
“Bye.” I muttered to the already dead phone line. For a moment I sat there, not thinking about anything in particular but just preparing myself for the week. I wasn’t the most popular person in my family. Grandpa loved me because I was the first grandson-not-grandson. His first three grandchildren were girl and when I came he was all too thrilled at having a granddaughter that like to get dirt and didn’t mind the little things like smelly shops or broken bone. It was a long story and the short story goes something like this; I was with my grandfather when I broke my first bone.
When the moment was done I got out of bed and pranced around the house naked. I started coffee, hit play on my laptop and dug the saddlebags for the motorcycle out of the closet. In all the rooms music started to play and I smiled then cracked up laughing at the song choice. I have hundreds if not thousands of hours of songs on my laptop so it’s hard to remember what I have and I don’t have. The song that started to play was from an old movie that I loved as a kid ‘Teen Witch’. That opening saxy song of the two of them playing cat and mouse. The sexual tension and her playful smile as he chased after her as if in a spell. As a kid it was the sexist thing I was allowed to watch and I watched the VHS until it was worn. Lori Ruso sage to me how it was ‘Never going to be the same again’ and I danced around the house as I packed my bags.
‘Black Velvet’ by Alannah Myles was next and then Amy Winehouse, I could sense the mood my laptop was in and it reflected my own. I took my time getting packed, ready and dressed. The coffee was strong and hot, the music was good and I wasn’t in that much of a rush to see my mom or my sister. But once the coffee pot was empty, my bags packed and the theme of the music changed there wasn’t much keeping me. At that point I was just delaying and it was a bit too childish for me to stand for much longer.
I rode like I live, wild carefree and with a hint of danger. I like to ride without my helmet, to feel the wind in my hair but I was crossing the state line and they had a helmet law. I was okay with speeding but I didn’t want to get caught without a helmet on. It wasn’t that the fine was better for speeding, it was harsher but if I paid enough attention I could avoid getting caught speeding. There was no way you could talk an officer into seeing something that wasn’t there.
Dinner was at six, it always way with the family and I made good time arriving at half past four but I could tell by the amount of cars out front that I was one of the last, if not the last. The old Honda wasn’t in the least bit subtle or quiet and I was slow to killing the engine. I don’t know if I kept it running as if I could as if there was still a chance to turn around and leave or if I did it just so everyone knew I had arrived.
Age: 24
Height: 5’ 7
Appearance: Long thick straight black hair with a shimmer of raven hues when the sun hits it. Almond shaped eyes rimmed with long thick dark lashes around rich coffee colored eyes with flecks of amber. Fair porcelain skin soft and flawless with a collection of scars. High set cheekbones with a delicate nose and rosy cupid bow full lips. Graceful neckline, feminine shoulder with perfectly formed large breasts without the sage of age. Trim waist with a womanly flair to her hips and a firmly set rear end, proportioned with long legs.
Gwyn and Melissa were half-sisters six years apart with different dads and the same mom. That was where the similarities started and ended. Sure one could say that they were both tall but nothing else really. Where Melissa was blonde, Gwyn was raven haired. Melissa had the most amazing blue eyes and Gwyn felt like hers fell short in their brown hues. Melissa was a princess and was not only dressed impeccably every moment of the day but could paint her face with the artistry of a master where Gwyn’s most commonly used accessory was dirt.
Melissa’s father was a Wall Street business man with a talent for real estate. He and their mom were married for years before getting a divorce. It wasn’t one of those ugly matters where everything was over and done with, instead the two parted as friends. That was when Amelia met Pietro, a Navy officer. A delicious order of tall, dark and handsome. They were together for a couple of years before Amelia got pregnant and demanded to get married. Pietro was a free spirit and as much as he cared for Amelia and her daughter he wasn’t the type to get married as he was the type that was married to the military. It was another split for Amelia where she parted from Pietro as friends.
Growing up Gwyn had a great relationship with her father. During the school year she stayed with her mom and sister and during the summer breaks she spent them with her father. She took after him and he taught her to embrace life and to fear nothing unless it was worth fearing. When she was with her father he taught her how to life off the land and enjoy the beauty of the wilds. When she turned nine her father got her a dirt bike a gift her mom hated and made her return. Gwyn returned it but her father just kept it with him for when she visited. Gwyn loved her father and wished that she could live with him because as long as she was getting good grades in school he let her get away with murder.
Maybe that was why she grew up to such a rebel, a wild child so to say. If there was something she wanted, she worked to get it. Something she wanted to do, she did it. Gwyn refused to live her life in regret of what she could have done. After all it was better to ask forgiveness then permission.
Still in college, Gwyn has yet again changed her major unsure even after six years on what she wanted to commit her life to. Everything interested her and the idea that she had to pick just one thing didn’t settle well with her, thus the ever changing majors. But it worked out well for her because college life was a blast and the local hidden hot spot bar was not only a great place to hang out but to work. ‘Smuggler’s Den’ was a once upon a time real life speak easy hidden within in a reputable cigar shop with back access from the building one either sides. It wasn’t as hidden and secret as it once was because drunken frat boys couldn’t keep a secret to themselves to save their lives but it was still rather unknown and those who did know about the hot spot frequented it often.
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There was a muffled noise from somewhere in the too close distance. I opened my eyes but from my hiding place under a mound of blankets and pillows there wasn’t anything but darkness. I didn’t know what time it was but it was too early to care and I closed my eyes as the phone chimed that I had a voicemail.
Five minutes later the sound rattled me from my sleep and I gave up and flung the covers back to paw aimlessly on my dresser for my phone. “Yes?” My voice cracked when I answered the phone.
“Why didn’t you answer the first time I called?” Amelia had called and left a message on her daughter’s phone and she hadn’t received a call back. “What are you doing?” She demanded with an annoyed tone.
I pulled the phone from my face and squinted at the screen that was too bright for the cave like darkness that was my room. The little numbers at the top of the screen alerted me to the fact that I had managed a whole four hours of sleep. It also meant that classes would begin in a few hours.
“Hello! Are you even listening? Gwyneira!”
I wasn’t hung over but it sure felt like that as I placed the phone back to my ear. “Yeah. What? Sleeping.” I feebly answered trying to guess at why my mother was calling me. There were only two reasons why my mother call; one she wanted me to do something or two, she wanted me to stop what it was I was doing.
Amelia gapped at her daughter, it was after ten, what was she still doing in bed? “Don’t tell me…” Amelia started too uncomfortable to finish her question.
Her mother was so transparent and while it was unlike of me to laugh I couldn’t stop it. “No mother, I’m not with a man, nor am I hung over. It was just a late night.” I sighed unsure of what to do with my mother at this point. “Why are you calling?”
“Oh, yes.” Amelia’s tone cheered up drastically. “Your sister is engaged.” She all but sang thoughts on her future grandchildren.
“What?” I didn’t even know Mel was dating. “Since when? With who and why did I not know she was dating?” The questions all poured out in one breath.
“Since yesterday to such a sweet nice boy.” Amelia cooed, her mind turned to the future. “And no one told you because… well…”
I could see my mother on the other side of the line just waving her hands about as if that answered it all. “Because what mother?” I asked my tone dark and dry.
“Well with what happened with the last boyfriend...” Amelia explained uncomfortable with the past situation. “It really was uncalled for, you do know that. And I won’t be happening this time. Do you hear me?” Amelia lectured with a strict tone in her voice leaving no room for arguing.
This shit again? I locked my jaw to keep from saying anything and closed my eyes searching for a grain of calmness. The last boyfriend I had meet was a creep, a down right dog and when I had tried to be a good sister and let Mel know that out of her sight he was hitting on me and feeling me up she blew up. At the wrong person. Blaming me for flaunting myself and ruining everything good thing she ever had. The boyfriend had lied and said I had come on to him, which was a lie because limp dicked pussy men weren’t my style. Yet Melissa, along with most of the family, had gone along with his version of the story. Because after all I was a bartender and you know how those girls can be.
I rolled my eyes and from clenched teeth just grunted my agreement. “Yes, it was uncalled for.” I snipped.
“You have yet to properly apologize to your sister. This week will be a great opportunity for you to say sorry and reconnect with Melissa.”
“This week? I have school!” I sputtered my control on my anger slipping.
“We’re having it at your grandparents place during spring break.” Amelia stressed the word during, a hint to her youngest daughter that today was the start of spring break. “Everyone should be there by late this afternoon or early evening. I expect you to be at dinner.”
I said nothing because my mind was too busy trying to untangle to days of the week. Spring break? Time sure did fly by when you were having fun. “Yeah.” I slowly agreed. I love my grandparents place at the lake. They hand built the place thinking they would have a large family but due to some complications in her second birth, her grandmother was unable to have any more kids. Her uncle made up for the small family by having six kids of his own. More than that the lake house was a wonder of secret nooks and crannies scattered all over the nearly one hundred acres. It was her favorite playground growing up as a child and the times she did spend with her mother over the holidays she couldn’t want to go to the lake. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
Amelia had heard what she wanted and gave her daughter a halfhearted bye and hung up. Head in the clouds as she quickly planned the coming party. “Grandkids, grandkids.” She hummed and sang.
“Bye.” I muttered to the already dead phone line. For a moment I sat there, not thinking about anything in particular but just preparing myself for the week. I wasn’t the most popular person in my family. Grandpa loved me because I was the first grandson-not-grandson. His first three grandchildren were girl and when I came he was all too thrilled at having a granddaughter that like to get dirt and didn’t mind the little things like smelly shops or broken bone. It was a long story and the short story goes something like this; I was with my grandfather when I broke my first bone.
When the moment was done I got out of bed and pranced around the house naked. I started coffee, hit play on my laptop and dug the saddlebags for the motorcycle out of the closet. In all the rooms music started to play and I smiled then cracked up laughing at the song choice. I have hundreds if not thousands of hours of songs on my laptop so it’s hard to remember what I have and I don’t have. The song that started to play was from an old movie that I loved as a kid ‘Teen Witch’. That opening saxy song of the two of them playing cat and mouse. The sexual tension and her playful smile as he chased after her as if in a spell. As a kid it was the sexist thing I was allowed to watch and I watched the VHS until it was worn. Lori Ruso sage to me how it was ‘Never going to be the same again’ and I danced around the house as I packed my bags.
‘Black Velvet’ by Alannah Myles was next and then Amy Winehouse, I could sense the mood my laptop was in and it reflected my own. I took my time getting packed, ready and dressed. The coffee was strong and hot, the music was good and I wasn’t in that much of a rush to see my mom or my sister. But once the coffee pot was empty, my bags packed and the theme of the music changed there wasn’t much keeping me. At that point I was just delaying and it was a bit too childish for me to stand for much longer.
I rode like I live, wild carefree and with a hint of danger. I like to ride without my helmet, to feel the wind in my hair but I was crossing the state line and they had a helmet law. I was okay with speeding but I didn’t want to get caught without a helmet on. It wasn’t that the fine was better for speeding, it was harsher but if I paid enough attention I could avoid getting caught speeding. There was no way you could talk an officer into seeing something that wasn’t there.
Dinner was at six, it always way with the family and I made good time arriving at half past four but I could tell by the amount of cars out front that I was one of the last, if not the last. The old Honda wasn’t in the least bit subtle or quiet and I was slow to killing the engine. I don’t know if I kept it running as if I could as if there was still a chance to turn around and leave or if I did it just so everyone knew I had arrived.
