“——– i still don’t like you, you nearly broke my arm” maybe she deserved it &&maybe she started it but she also like’s having full use of her arm. “next time i’ll…mess up your hair – not that i’m planing on threatening you again.”
;; has regrets, @shorelost
drink bland, she takes a sip every few minutes && tries not to gag. that’s not her style. “——- does yours taste like it came from a tap or is it just mine??“
legs swinging childishly, boredom drives her to tapping her nails on the steel table ( part of her is waiting for someone to tell her to shut up just so she can carry on && feel DEFIANT. ) “you’re smart, right? can you invent something stronger than coffee??? tell the rest of the smart people to get on that or something ;; pretty please.”
unsure why she bothers to come visit the base sometimes ( she knows it’s so they can check up on her, on her situation && on her powers. ) it’s cold as usual && the terrible lighting hurts her eyes – something mentioned more than once whilst she bitched about their gritty aesthetic – she had never been a fan of brick && metal designs. over the last five – SIX, actually, including when they asked her for an evaluation – visits she’s marked down where’s coldest, where’s off limits&& where to hang out until she gets to leave again.
her cup filled to the brim with her stone cold coffee ( something that nearly got her kicked off base when she lay into the agent who warmed it up ), she creates a small gust of wind to blow the door open ahead of her to avoid trying to bump it open && spilling her drink. winces when it hits the wall HARD, perhaps teaching herself wasn’t as effective as she thought, && walks in like she hadn’t just lowered the temperature further. half sure the girl already in there was also inhuman, half not wanting to deal with anyone else for the rest of the day ;; she smiles at her all the same ( contrary to what her roommate claimed, she could be NICE. )
“—– it’s aubrey right?? i’m bad with names, cool if i call you aub??? i’d offer you some but caffeine. i have chocolate buttons &&gummy bears i’m happy to share if you want some. there n e v e r seems to be any sweets here.”
a heavy sigh leaves her && she drops to sit next to him, cross legged && leaning back, picks at her already chipped nail varnish. “someone looks like they’ve got some angsty bullshit going on – been there done t h a t” grimaces at her nails but doesn’t look at him. hisses when she catches skin instead of paint. “i’ve been told i’m not a great listener but i’m pretty good at bitching about people i don’t know && i have nothing else to do.”
part of her feels guilty for not picking up the phone before despite knowing she wouldn’t have been anything more than a burden. it’s the same part that told herself she’d look out for daisy whatever way she could ( she missed the chance to be there for her brother, she’ll make up for it by looking out for the woman he loved. ) she had demanded to come to base, picking up a tub of ice cream && her own collection of old movies on the way ( actually, she spent a small fortune && picked up 10 tubs so they had a selection of flavors && a hot chocolate mix. )
armed with an armful of ice cream && a glare that made anyone who tried to warn her the woman might be asleep shut up, she follows macks directions && marches to daisy’s bunk. awkwardly knocks on the door, barely stops the ice cream from falling && making a m e s s of the floor – knocks louder “hey loser!! open the door before the ice cream melts or you can buy me a new pair of jeans.”
this stranger knows more about her brother than she does. the thought occurs to her briefly && she reminds herself quickly that it’s her own fault ( she’s the one that walked away ) before she can acknowledge the sting of jealousy. the smile on her lips is REAL && if she thought it would be accepted she’d offer a hand in comfort. she’s far from the only one grieving. “i w i s h i could say something to — i don’t know. i haven’t talked to him in years to know what to say” she admits, guilt churns in her stomach “are you okay??”
“douche canoe” childishly fake coughs into her fist to cover the word, smiles at him like she’s completely innocent. it was the job of little sisters to be annoying, as she had been informed, && she’d missed out on annoying him for too long. “sorry lin – i think i’m developing some allergies.”
blinks twice before realizing she might be nearly a foot shorter than him, it throws a bit of a problem in her way. it makes it a lot harder to be intimidating when she has to glare UP && possibly still has paint on her face ( she needs better soap && a pair of gloves. ) she still does her best && keeps in mind if she really needs to she can create a strong enough gust of wind that he’s knocked on his ass.
“how the fuck are you that tall??” it slips out, she’s partly disappointed in herself considering her brothers height ( she’s spent the last few years surrounding herself with people under 6ft. )
“you will never hear me say this again so you better appreciate it” grips her cup tightly, waiting for the coffee inside to cool to lukewarm && avoid burning her tongue. cold coffee, as she loved to preach, was the way forward. “i’m sorry for…disowning you, i guess. not my proudest moment looking back.”
