beatrix.
brynne.
closed starter for: @beatrixutoniumx· @enfleurlead· location: brynne and mari’s suite
the weight of this evening’s get together sat heavily on brynne’s shoulders as she skipped around the kitchen cooking dinner, even thought she was making a point to stay in contact with both bev and trixie, they weren’t as eager to stay in contact with each other - making it so that this was the first time in ( at least ) a year that the three of them have all been together in the same room at the same time. they haven’t been together like this since before bev left to come here.
“okay ladies - i am enacting one rule to hopefully get us through the night in one piece,” brynne announced bravely as she carried over two giant bags with coordinating gift baskets to the table. each contained lots of snacks and self care items in her sisters’ favorite colors.
“no fighting on fake christmas.”
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beatrix looked up from her phone. she’d dug herself into a nice little den on the couch, flicking through tiktoks without any sound on just to give her eyes something to look at. she tossed her baby blue sister an apologetic smile, but offered nothing to bev — she figured that was the best way to not waken the dragon.
“the whole point of moving out was so we wouldn’t have to follow rules, professo — WHOA —” her tone changed from light mocking to one of pure awe. “wait, you said one thing, that’s like a billion things.” she fished out two crudely wrapped gifts from her pockets, pouting a little.
“…define fighting.” // @enfleurlead
she’s guarded as soon as she steps into the same bubble as her sisters. it’s more of a habit than anything, hands crossed over her chest as she she sinks into the kitchen chair. beatrix’s words make her roll her eyes softly. she knows it’s the usual banter but to spare brynne’s feelings, she decides against enabling her. she’ll be the bigger person, as she usually is. watching the difference in her sisters gifts makes her chuckle innocently. ‘ you did say one thing, brynne, ’ she seconds. her own gifts tucked against her legs underneath the table.
only then does she sigh, arms relaxing against her sides, shaking them as if to force her body to release all tension. ‘ agreed. no fighting on fake christmas, we promise. right, beatrix ? ’ head cocked to her side, eyebrow raised slightly. not exactly combative words, more of a rhetorical question, but she wasn’t exactly sure how the other would take it. one night of peace. if it made her sister feel better, she could offer one night of peace. that and . . she couldn’t really deal with a call home to the professor at this point.
‘ now, girls, who wants to go first ? ’ she asks with a curt smile.














