Brooklyn, Summer Personified (summerlove) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2020-12-22 10:10:00 |
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Even though it had been months now—a full semester of school—there was so much Brooklyn hadn’t really stopped to think about. That was normal for her, but usually it was over more trivial things than mutant powers and your connection to three other girls. Truth be told it hadn’t really started to sink in until Acacia and Tilly brought up the holidays, and then suddenly it felt much more poignant and real that, yes—this was a thing that was going to drive the rest of their lives, their families’ lives, and their own traditions.
Perhaps that had been more than a bit naive and foolish of her to not fully grasp the depths of her newfound situation, but realistically who could blame her? There were enough changes in their situation with powers emerging, moving to New York, boarding school and all that to really get into the meat of it all. And perhaps she just hadn’t wanted to, deep down, because she wasn’t really sure how she thought about it. It wasn’t Winter’s, or Acacia’s, or Tilly’s fault anymore than it was hers, but it was still weird to think about. So really, she hadn’t thought about it, she’d rolled with it and focused more on making sure the others were good and settled, and exploring their newfound powers and mansion-abode.
Until recently, when they had to actually sit down and discuss things, and what they’d learned in the process. And that was when Brooklyn really felt a bit weird about it all, and how little she knew about the larger parts of her seasonal sisters’ lives.
Flopped out on her bed dramatically, but cozily, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie—a bunnyhug, people—with obnoxious penguin-themed socks, Brooklyn looked over across the room to her roommate. Winter, who was by virtue of being her roommate, the one she spent the most time with and admittedly knew the least about. Sure, Brooklyn knew what the other girl’s routine was, that they’d bonded over a morning breakfast regimen that started with Brooklyn being aghast that Winter was able to survive eating so little. She knew that Winter was unfairly pretty, with her stupidly good-looking face and—whatever, she wasn't going to think about that. But those were things anyone would pick up on, really. The real Winter felt elusive. That was because Winter was the most reserved of them, the least likely to talk about the complexities in her home life. Not that Brooklyn had gone too deep into her own, come to think of it.
But it was time to ask, wasn’t it? Because they were going to have to live their lives together, no matter what. That meant finding out what was the most important to each other. “Is your brother excited?” Brooklyn let that hang there for a moment as shifted on her bed to get in a better position to gossip which meant horizontally across the bed, elbows on the mattress, and hands cupping her chin. “That you get to come home soon for Christmas Eve, obvs. I know you are.” And then to make it seem less of a probing question, she added, “I can dress up as an elf or whatever you need me to if it’ll make it better for you both.” It was a joke, of course, but the offer was assuredly earnest.