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eseme‘s prompt and a companion to Character Study: Melinda
Summer was always the last to go to sleep.
She liked the quiet moments at the end of the day, the way she could cuddle with a sleepy Bishop and Mellie until, one and then the other, they headed off to their giant cobbled-together bed. She liked stroking their hair and their backs while they watched TV or studied together – sometimes, despite all advice, both at once. She liked sleepy late-night kisses.
And then she strolled the house alone, listening to the noises the old place made, picking up this and that. Sometimes she would whisper charms for her family, charms for her lovers. Sometimes she’d just stay up studying.
Tonight, she wandered out to the back yard and stared up at the stars. It felt like they were watching, reminding her to be good.
Summer stuck her tongue out at them and went back inside, where the lights were warmer and less distant.
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<more warm fuzzies> … why does Summer think she needs a reminder to be good? (Okay, I’m assuming the stars have no opinions and that interpretation is in her head, but possibly there are lurking strands glaring at her.) She’s not as staid as Winter, but on the whole she seems inclined to do the right thing.
The short version: Summer feels pressure from the universe to be “the good sister.” Winter is cold, Autumn is wild, and Spring is chaotic. There’s a reason Autumn drew Summer’s sign on the heart.
And summers can be brutally hot (humid or dry) and full of thunderstorms with an option on tornadoes — warm, but not all sweetness and light all the time. 🙂
..Yes. Someone should tell Summer this.
You are clearly in charge of making that happen? 🙂
Well, unless someone wanted to write self-insert fanfic 😀 😀
This someone thinks nobody should be subjected to that particular horror, but possibly some other someone could pull it off. Doesn’t make it canon, though. 🙂
I have the canon hammer, I can make things canon if I want! 😀 😀
<files this under “bad ideas for later contemplation”>
Now I want a cannon hammer. And a decision of whether it is the sort of hammer you hit a cannon with, or the sort of situation where you use a cannon as a hammer.
I often joke about head-cannons. 🙂
Thank you! That is sweet and cheering. And I like the idea of their bed.
I was thinking something like this: http://www.buzzfeed.com/elainawahl/this-couple-made-a-giant-bed-so-all-their-pets-could-sleep-w#.sjvGJ4k0n 😀