Bellamy Johansson McIntyre | Crystalline (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fracted) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} playout,@ 2020-02-24 11:24:00 |
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| Entry tags: | crystalline, minikin |
WHO: Bellamy & Gwen Johansson
WHEN: February 21st, 2020
WHERE: Bell’s car & their house.
SUMMARY: Bell and Gwen talk through the latter’s heartbreak
WARNINGS: None. Sister times being so cute.
STATUS: Complete!
“You’ve been quiet,” Bellamy hummed, turning on her turn signal as they neared their house. It had been a long day (conferences tended to be), and her own throat felt a little bit sore after assisting in the last Q&A session, but she thought Gwen would have been telling her all about the sessions she sat in on as they made their way home. “Are you sure you don’t want me to ice that guy from this morning? He was rude.” Gwen tucked her blond hair behind her ear with a sigh. “No, no, it’s okay!” the younger Johansson assured. “Just, you know, processing.” She gave her sister a weak smile; she certainly had a lot to process from the past few days. While she knew she should be working on trying to be a better Heroine and absorbing all the helpful information Mr. Breezy had coordinated, there was a rather large highlander-shaped shadow clouding her thoughts. Bell gave a tiny hum of acknowledgement, cutting the engine as they pulled into the driveway and looked over at Gwen to really get a good picture of what was rolling through her younger sister’s mind. Bell herself had been in the hot seat with their older sister more times than she could count and had hated it every single time, but Gwen had always worn her feelings on her sleeve. “That’s not your ‘excited processing all the new information’ face, it’s your ‘I want cupcakes and Hallmark movies’ face. What happened?” “I like that plan,” Gwen’s lower lip wobbled as she clasped her hands in her lap. Bellamy was the closest person she had to a mother and therapist she trusted on the west coast, and she never was one to hide her feelings for the world. The fact that she had waited this long to spill her guts was a testament to how much her tiny world had been rocked. “B-men are stupid,” she confessed, eyes misting as she tried to remind herself that she was strong, no one deserved her tears no matter how sexily they rolled their R’s. Oh, no. This was bad. There was nothing worse than a Johansson woman that had her heart broken, Bellamy knew that very well. She unclipped her seatbelt and gestured for Gwen to do the same, so they could have some privacy from the older woman next door that had taken a liking to asking after them both. “They are,” Bell agreed as she unlocked the door. “I didn’t realize you had feelings for anyone that would have upset you this much.” She loved her little sister, but Gwen cycled through crushes the same way most put aside New Year’s resolutions—quickly. Gwen shut the door behind them and leaned against it, petite body sagging against the doorframe as if it was her life raft in the middle of the frigid Atlantic. Unlike some popular romantic heroines, she would have made room for her paramour, but it appeared that she was destined to float alone in the cold world of love. She stopped just short of putting her hand to her forehead, choosing instead to fiddle with the locket around her neck. Bellamy came over to where her sister was imagining throwing the heart of the ocean back in the cold waters of the sea with a cup of water and a tissue. “I - I thought we had a connection with the Academy and now-” she broke off, swiping the tears from her eyes, “We went shopping for biscuits. At night. It was spontaneous and what happens in the movies and I had-” She sniffled. It probably wasn’t best to admit that she had a secret Pinterest board for their wedding dating back to when she had first heard him introduce himself at the Academy. Biscuits. The Academy. Men. Iain. Bellamy always knew that knowing the McIntyre family would come back to bite her in the ass one day. There was no use saying what Gwen already knew, that Bellamy’s mentee was at a different stage of life than Gwen was, and that Bell would have killed him if he had so much as kissed her sister’s cheek. Though, in all fairness, she had also threatened Z’s life a few weeks before, so maybe she was a bit protective. “Sometimes these things just don’t pan out the way we want them to, Gwen,” she consoled, pulling her sister by the hand to sit on the couch. “I know that it’s disappointing, but you still can be friends.” Gwen daintily perched on the edge of the couch, dabbing her eyes. “I tried to be a good friend when Apollonia asked for advice on what to wear, but Dom knew something was wrong and I- it hurts,” she wailed. “You are a good friend,” Bellamy soothed, squeezing her sister’s free hand. “The very best one to have- you’re selfless and kind, even when it may hurt. I’m sorry that it hurts,” she sighed. It was very difficult not to get entranced by the accent and the eyes, “but I’m sure Apollonia appreciates that you were there for her.” “She can’t even drink scotch with him like I can,” Gwen lamented, not even addressing the obvious that whiskey was disgusting and dropping her hand so she could reach for her glass of water. Hydration was important, especially to Scots, and heartbroken or not, Gwen was a champion at drinking her daily allotment of water. “You don’t drink scotch,” Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh. “Bostonians are not born with alcohol in their bottles.” She grabbed her own glass of water, freezing a bit of it to cool down the temperature of it. “It’s the principle of the matter!” Gwen protested, cheeks flushing as Bellamy poked fun at her, and held her glass out expectantly. Bell obeyed the silent command wordlessly. “At least I can do it in public.” And he wouldn’t have to worry about winning over her parents; they already knew Liam via Bellamy’s partnership with him, so by default they’d have to accept Iain. Oh. Bell’s eyebrows inched closer to her hairline, not exactly prepared for what Gwen has just revealed. She knew it was really none of her business, knew that Iain was sweet and kind, but still. That was a gap. “You’re too bright to be hung up on Iain McIntyre,” she informed Gwen, reaching for the remote. “What have I always said? Those Scottish accents make women stupid. You have plenty of time to fall for other boys and find your way. Don’t get caught up on the pleasure a pair of fine eyes on the face of a Scottish man can bestow. You’ll find someone better, I know it.” “But they’re so dreamy,” Gwen sighed, slipping out of her shoes and tucking her legs up under her with a sniffle. She scooted closer, tucking her small frame up against her sister with a quick nudge to her shoulder that indicated that she wanted to be cuddled. Logically, she knew what Bellamy was saying made sense. She had romanticized Iain McIntyre since the moment she had met him, building him up as the hero in her fairytale despite the obvious fact that he was in a very different stage of his life than she was, but it was a verra bonnie fantasy nonetheless. “You’re right. I bet Z would buy me a cupcake,” she allowed with a small pout. “They are,” Bell conceded, lifting her arm so that Gwen could scooch in. She pressed a kiss to her baby sister’s head, smoothing her blonde hair back as she cued up Hallmark. “But you don’t need boys to buy you cupcakes. You’re enough, just as you are,” she reassured as the familiar sight of Christmas lights illuminated the screen. Who needed boys when you had sisters? “I promise.” |