Somehow, Winter's become something like a housewife, almost without realizing it. It's not that she doesn't have things to do - she does, absolutely, and many of them are actually important - but most of the things she needs to focus on are things that she doesn't need to go anywhere for, aside from things like grocery shopping. So she's fallen into a little bit of a routine; she's got Lily's schedule in her phone, not to mention memorized. And she makes a point of already being home when said young woman is heading home.
As her mental clock ticks down what should be about three and a half more minutes - assuming she didn't stop for anything, Lily should be just a few more blocks away at this point - Winter ponders what is more or less her future, and in a real way, the rest of her life after it. The coming storm, as seems to be approaching, is a notable concern, and it's something that's taking a lot of her consideration. But at the same time... she has other things to think about. Other things that, to her mind, are a little more important.
Like what her wedding dress will look like. How many bridesmaids she and Lily can have between them before someone will revolt. Which set of names rolls off the tongue better.
...Somehow, Winter's become even more of a romantic in the last couple months. Part of it is a coping mechanism from when she got hurt, and when Lily got hurt (if less severely) in turn, but a lot of it is just she's a girl in love. And as much as people joke about it, her world feels like it's more colorful with Lily. That's a feeling she'd give anything to protect. Body and soul. In this life... and, even if not as lovers, in future ones, as she watches over Lily all the same. The whole "reincarnated into people that actually have memories and feelings already" thing is a surprising damper on the idea of actual eternal love, but she'll figure out a way to make it work, even if she has to think ideas really hard so some future not-Winter will pulse them back. After all, it's not like the aliens are the only threat that will ever come to Earth, and-
The sound of the key in the lock pulls her from her thoughts, and she sets down her notebook - not her wedding one this time, but rather emergency planning - and springs from the couch to her feet with a big smile. When the door opens, somehow, she feels like a weight's come off her shoulders, even if she didn't really worry about something happening to Lily as a matter of course. Cure Moonlight, she can freely admit, kicks a lot of ass in a pinch, so Lily can take care of herself. And that means Lily should make it home without issue pretty much all the time, so-
-okay, hold on, Lily's home. No depressing thoughts allowed. Like a magic charm, all of her idle worries seem to just turn into bubbles and float into the sky, leaving her affection and her excitement that her most important person is home again. "Lily! Welcome back!" They haven't invested in a hall tree yet, for some reason; Winter accepts Lily's jacket automatically, before greeting her with a brief kiss. Mindful that there might be business to tend to - or at least a pressing need to not hang out in the doorway all afternoon - she takes a half step back and lets herself relax. "How was your day?"
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As her mental clock ticks down what should be about three and a half more minutes - assuming she didn't stop for anything, Lily should be just a few more blocks away at this point - Winter ponders what is more or less her future, and in a real way, the rest of her life after it. The coming storm, as seems to be approaching, is a notable concern, and it's something that's taking a lot of her consideration. But at the same time... she has other things to think about. Other things that, to her mind, are a little more important.
Like what her wedding dress will look like. How many bridesmaids she and Lily can have between them before someone will revolt. Which set of names rolls off the tongue better.
...Somehow, Winter's become even more of a romantic in the last couple months. Part of it is a coping mechanism from when she got hurt, and when Lily got hurt (if less severely) in turn, but a lot of it is just she's a girl in love. And as much as people joke about it, her world feels like it's more colorful with Lily. That's a feeling she'd give anything to protect. Body and soul. In this life... and, even if not as lovers, in future ones, as she watches over Lily all the same. The whole "reincarnated into people that actually have memories and feelings already" thing is a surprising damper on the idea of actual eternal love, but she'll figure out a way to make it work, even if she has to think ideas really hard so some future not-Winter will pulse them back. After all, it's not like the aliens are the only threat that will ever come to Earth, and-
The sound of the key in the lock pulls her from her thoughts, and she sets down her notebook - not her wedding one this time, but rather emergency planning - and springs from the couch to her feet with a big smile. When the door opens, somehow, she feels like a weight's come off her shoulders, even if she didn't really worry about something happening to Lily as a matter of course. Cure Moonlight, she can freely admit, kicks a lot of ass in a pinch, so Lily can take care of herself. And that means Lily should make it home without issue pretty much all the time, so-
-okay, hold on, Lily's home. No depressing thoughts allowed. Like a magic charm, all of her idle worries seem to just turn into bubbles and float into the sky, leaving her affection and her excitement that her most important person is home again. "Lily! Welcome back!" They haven't invested in a hall tree yet, for some reason; Winter accepts Lily's jacket automatically, before greeting her with a brief kiss. Mindful that there might be business to tend to - or at least a pressing need to not hang out in the doorway all afternoon - she takes a half step back and lets herself relax. "How was your day?"