there you go again [bronte reaction]
Feb 6, 2024 14:54:55 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Feb 6, 2024 14:54:55 GMT -5
it felt like it had been months since the power had come back on. the first thing that she did was let the light envelope her. they could only handle the candlelight for so long, the semidarkness not something they are afraid of, but something they dont feel like they can create provocatively in.
absorbing the light was an important feeling to her, letting it bathe on her skin for hours on end in the privacy of her own room was her choice and her choice alone.
the day after, she had painted a new mural on a long piece of canvas that the new deliveryman had brought to the school. vivid splatters of greens and blues had filled the cloth like material. she had been careful to make sure that this mural came out cleaner than the last one. she had been told if it was good enough, they would have framed it somewhere in the building for everyone to see.
she did not need that validation to know that she was talented, but they would appreciate being seen again. after weeks of darkness, it would be nice to be in the light again.
after a day of intense painting, she took a break. the sweet sounds of someone singing in the auditorium distracting her just enough to want to go explore. she could recognize that voice anywhere. she grabbed her sketch book and bolted out of that door. dragomir had given them a weird look, but when did bronte ever care what other people thought of her actions?
thats a rhetorical question.
the moment she stepped into the cold, she ran through the snow and stopped right in front of the auditorium doors. it was in fact joyce singing behind those doors. she could recognize the voice anywhere. they straightened themself up a little, taking a deep breath with her pad in hand and she quietly opened the door. there joyce was, practicing her singing on the stage. bronte tried to be as quiet as possible, taking a seat in the back. she listened to the smooth sounds as her pencil kept moving. she continued to draw as joyce barely noticed her.
she was fine with that though.
that night she dreamt about living in a forest somewhere. shed be painting on a tree and creating things with her hands. shed enjoy the quietness as she boil some water for some tea that she traded for with one of her many paintings that people still didnt seem to understand.
the dream was tranquil, and bronte felt like she didnt want to leave it. however, a creak of the floorboards above her had snapped her out of it, and as she shot up awake in her bed. she pulled her legs close, looked out the window and wondered if she would ever leave this place.
it was a tacit and tactile thought.
she finished that painting, making sure to include her own way of signing off. a little person with straight black hair waiting by a tree. she made sure she drew another one but the figure with big bushy curls. bronte and joyce. while they might not be together in this realm, they could be together in any medium that bronte could create.
it was a touching though, and the mural had been approved by the headmaster. in fact, dragomir had given bronte props for the creativity. bronte was pretty sure that the only person that could actually understand what the mural represented was dolly. however, they did not reject any praise that did come her way. they had moved the painting that she had on the wall from all those years ago, the one called seesaw, and placed her new mural on the wall of the same hallway where the eighteen year olds had all lived.
and then everything had gone back to normal.
there had been an assembly early in the morning a few days later. they always hated going to these things because she had always been the one to be ignored. guess it was just the way things were here in snowspire. as she sat in that hallowed hall full of people, the headmaster had announced that sylan had been adopted.
bronte did not react too much, as she never really interacted with the boy. they were in different groups, even though they were in the same year. they did see the reactions of other people. that made them just a little uneasy, but they walked out of the room with not much weight on their shoulders.
they went back to their own daily life. their sketchpad in hand as they continued to draw things they saw. most of the time, if she wasnt in the art room, then she was watching joyce practice or spending alone time in her room. she did just enough work to keep the professors off their back, and when it came to group projects, bronte made appearances.
it felt like everything was normal again.
until another assembly had been announced. manny this time. she remembered one time when he had showed her how to perfect her stance on the field so coach wouldnt get on her for not trying. it was a tactile experience in her mind, but one that she could at least appreciate. she knew a lot of the kids did not like dealing with her in groups, but one on one, they would show her the same kindness that they gave to everyone else.
bronte would miss him.
they weeks went on, bronte had just finished a huge packet of math problems for prof. cheng. the funny thing about math class was that bronte could understand all of it vivid. even the most advanced concepts, the ones that cheng said were saved for people like dolly, bronte had no problem understanding. it was in that quiet understanding that cheng had seen bronte as a brilliant mind that did not care for the academic application of things.
it was why she was so different.
next came novah, and her brain couldnt rack around how so many older kids were getting adopted. bronte had always thought it was weird when the oldest had been chosen over the younger ones, but at the end of the day, it wasnt her. it didnt matter than much. novah told bronte that she would fall down into a puddle of mud one day when they were younger and she turned out to be right.
bronte hadnt liked her since.
the professors made sure to keep everyone busy amongst all the adoptions that had been happening. bronte didnt think too much about them, because they never dealt with her. no one wanted to adopt a weird girl that cared too much about how the lines on a piece of paper had been drawn. she had thought of everything in a too practical way. that was just the reality of how her brain worked.
bingham though had pulled her aside one day on the behest of ms. munroe. she sat her down in the science classroom and checked in with her. everyone noticed that she hadnt really been in the art room as of late. bronte did not say much, just that she didnt feel like she had time to really sit down and refine her talent any more. part of it was that she was riding the high of her last painting, but also, there was this looming sense of dread. bronte was all about the vibes, and currently, they felt like theirs was off. bingham had laughed, which bronte had felt was a little peculiar, but after a moment, bronte gave a weak chuckle with her.
munroe had pulled her into the office the next day.
to think that she would be chided for not spending time in a place where she had practically lived in. she was sure that erras was enjoying the alone time though. they did have to share, and they were both in there so many times that it was always a bet amongst the children to see which one would leave first. most of the time, they left together, which always created a stalemate between the other students. if bronte remembered correctly though, alain had the most wins out of everyone.
he always betted on bronte.
another assembly and bronte had sat in the back this time. she wanted this to be over with quickly. for once, she had some inspiration flowing through her thanks to an afternoon spent with professor moxen. she stood with her hands pressed against the wall as the headmaster had stood there, his eyes wide as he looked out at all the children. she heard someone whisper that it looked like he was about to keel over and pass away in front of them. bronte couldnt help but smirk.
and then that smirk was wiped clean from her face when he announced the adoption of joyce.
she hadnt left her room in the days after she had been whisked away. in fact, bronte never even saw her out like she promised she would one day. it took dolly pounding on brontes door for them to actually come to their senses and leave the room. when asked why she hadnt left her room in days, bronte did not say a word. instead, she handed dolly a small canvas freshly dried but covered with a cloth. "please dont pull the cloth off until you get back to your room." dolly did not treat bronte with hostility, so she felt like she could trust her in this moment.
dolly handed her a bundle of school work that she had missed, and bronte accepted it quickly and then closed her door.
a tear streamed down her face before the storm unleashed itself. she threw the packet against the wall and nearly catapulted herself into her bed. "its not fair." she said to herself.
if dolly pulled that cloth down, shed find a painting of a tree. bronte is standing on one side of the tree, hiding behind it as she looked onward to joyce, who is walking through the entrance and exit of snowspire academy. they are looking at each other for a moment.
and bronte is smiling.
absorbing the light was an important feeling to her, letting it bathe on her skin for hours on end in the privacy of her own room was her choice and her choice alone.
the day after, she had painted a new mural on a long piece of canvas that the new deliveryman had brought to the school. vivid splatters of greens and blues had filled the cloth like material. she had been careful to make sure that this mural came out cleaner than the last one. she had been told if it was good enough, they would have framed it somewhere in the building for everyone to see.
she did not need that validation to know that she was talented, but they would appreciate being seen again. after weeks of darkness, it would be nice to be in the light again.
after a day of intense painting, she took a break. the sweet sounds of someone singing in the auditorium distracting her just enough to want to go explore. she could recognize that voice anywhere. she grabbed her sketch book and bolted out of that door. dragomir had given them a weird look, but when did bronte ever care what other people thought of her actions?
thats a rhetorical question.
the moment she stepped into the cold, she ran through the snow and stopped right in front of the auditorium doors. it was in fact joyce singing behind those doors. she could recognize the voice anywhere. they straightened themself up a little, taking a deep breath with her pad in hand and she quietly opened the door. there joyce was, practicing her singing on the stage. bronte tried to be as quiet as possible, taking a seat in the back. she listened to the smooth sounds as her pencil kept moving. she continued to draw as joyce barely noticed her.
she was fine with that though.
that night she dreamt about living in a forest somewhere. shed be painting on a tree and creating things with her hands. shed enjoy the quietness as she boil some water for some tea that she traded for with one of her many paintings that people still didnt seem to understand.
the dream was tranquil, and bronte felt like she didnt want to leave it. however, a creak of the floorboards above her had snapped her out of it, and as she shot up awake in her bed. she pulled her legs close, looked out the window and wondered if she would ever leave this place.
it was a tacit and tactile thought.
she finished that painting, making sure to include her own way of signing off. a little person with straight black hair waiting by a tree. she made sure she drew another one but the figure with big bushy curls. bronte and joyce. while they might not be together in this realm, they could be together in any medium that bronte could create.
it was a touching though, and the mural had been approved by the headmaster. in fact, dragomir had given bronte props for the creativity. bronte was pretty sure that the only person that could actually understand what the mural represented was dolly. however, they did not reject any praise that did come her way. they had moved the painting that she had on the wall from all those years ago, the one called seesaw, and placed her new mural on the wall of the same hallway where the eighteen year olds had all lived.
and then everything had gone back to normal.
there had been an assembly early in the morning a few days later. they always hated going to these things because she had always been the one to be ignored. guess it was just the way things were here in snowspire. as she sat in that hallowed hall full of people, the headmaster had announced that sylan had been adopted.
bronte did not react too much, as she never really interacted with the boy. they were in different groups, even though they were in the same year. they did see the reactions of other people. that made them just a little uneasy, but they walked out of the room with not much weight on their shoulders.
they went back to their own daily life. their sketchpad in hand as they continued to draw things they saw. most of the time, if she wasnt in the art room, then she was watching joyce practice or spending alone time in her room. she did just enough work to keep the professors off their back, and when it came to group projects, bronte made appearances.
it felt like everything was normal again.
until another assembly had been announced. manny this time. she remembered one time when he had showed her how to perfect her stance on the field so coach wouldnt get on her for not trying. it was a tactile experience in her mind, but one that she could at least appreciate. she knew a lot of the kids did not like dealing with her in groups, but one on one, they would show her the same kindness that they gave to everyone else.
bronte would miss him.
they weeks went on, bronte had just finished a huge packet of math problems for prof. cheng. the funny thing about math class was that bronte could understand all of it vivid. even the most advanced concepts, the ones that cheng said were saved for people like dolly, bronte had no problem understanding. it was in that quiet understanding that cheng had seen bronte as a brilliant mind that did not care for the academic application of things.
it was why she was so different.
next came novah, and her brain couldnt rack around how so many older kids were getting adopted. bronte had always thought it was weird when the oldest had been chosen over the younger ones, but at the end of the day, it wasnt her. it didnt matter than much. novah told bronte that she would fall down into a puddle of mud one day when they were younger and she turned out to be right.
bronte hadnt liked her since.
the professors made sure to keep everyone busy amongst all the adoptions that had been happening. bronte didnt think too much about them, because they never dealt with her. no one wanted to adopt a weird girl that cared too much about how the lines on a piece of paper had been drawn. she had thought of everything in a too practical way. that was just the reality of how her brain worked.
bingham though had pulled her aside one day on the behest of ms. munroe. she sat her down in the science classroom and checked in with her. everyone noticed that she hadnt really been in the art room as of late. bronte did not say much, just that she didnt feel like she had time to really sit down and refine her talent any more. part of it was that she was riding the high of her last painting, but also, there was this looming sense of dread. bronte was all about the vibes, and currently, they felt like theirs was off. bingham had laughed, which bronte had felt was a little peculiar, but after a moment, bronte gave a weak chuckle with her.
munroe had pulled her into the office the next day.
to think that she would be chided for not spending time in a place where she had practically lived in. she was sure that erras was enjoying the alone time though. they did have to share, and they were both in there so many times that it was always a bet amongst the children to see which one would leave first. most of the time, they left together, which always created a stalemate between the other students. if bronte remembered correctly though, alain had the most wins out of everyone.
he always betted on bronte.
another assembly and bronte had sat in the back this time. she wanted this to be over with quickly. for once, she had some inspiration flowing through her thanks to an afternoon spent with professor moxen. she stood with her hands pressed against the wall as the headmaster had stood there, his eyes wide as he looked out at all the children. she heard someone whisper that it looked like he was about to keel over and pass away in front of them. bronte couldnt help but smirk.
and then that smirk was wiped clean from her face when he announced the adoption of joyce.
she hadnt left her room in the days after she had been whisked away. in fact, bronte never even saw her out like she promised she would one day. it took dolly pounding on brontes door for them to actually come to their senses and leave the room. when asked why she hadnt left her room in days, bronte did not say a word. instead, she handed dolly a small canvas freshly dried but covered with a cloth. "please dont pull the cloth off until you get back to your room." dolly did not treat bronte with hostility, so she felt like she could trust her in this moment.
dolly handed her a bundle of school work that she had missed, and bronte accepted it quickly and then closed her door.
a tear streamed down her face before the storm unleashed itself. she threw the packet against the wall and nearly catapulted herself into her bed. "its not fair." she said to herself.
if dolly pulled that cloth down, shed find a painting of a tree. bronte is standing on one side of the tree, hiding behind it as she looked onward to joyce, who is walking through the entrance and exit of snowspire academy. they are looking at each other for a moment.
and bronte is smiling.
