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astheocean) wrote2025-03-10 01:36 pm
astheocean) wrote2025-03-10 01:36 pm
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It's kind of funny, how things have a way of coming full circle. For the longest time, going back to before her teens, before she transitioned, Jules always had an image of what her future was going to be. She honed it over time, clarifying details, an idea gradually taking form as a plan, but the basics of it were always the same. Showing up here, one of the hardest things — harder even than Rue having a long-term girlfriend, with the two of them having been broken up already back home — was the realization that all of those things she dreamed and planned and envisioned would be permanently out of reach.
And yet, somehow, she's wound up in a comparable situation. Barton isn't Parsons, and she's still a little disappointed to miss out on her dream school, but she is nearly two years into an Art degree and actually doing pretty well, which is a first for her where school is concerned. She's twenty years old and living in her own apartment in the city — just not the city she expected to be living in. And she has an amazing, beautiful girlfriend, who's also basically her best friend, with whom she's actually been getting things sort of right.
That's a first for her, too, and a far more important one than getting decent grades. If there's a part of her that worries things going so well means the other shoe is about to drop, it gets quieter the more time passes. It's been months, almost nine of them, and there haven't been any shoes yet.
All in all, it's a life she could get used to. That includes mornings like this, sleepy and sun-soaked with the coming of spring, a quiet sort of peace that doesn't set her nerves on edge. There are benefits to the two of them staying at the apartment she's made a home out of, tiny and cheap as it is, namely that there's more privacy. Jules sort of likes spending the night here, though, getting to see the makeshift family Sabrina has here. Besides, she's adored Marcus since she was still stuck in the Children's Home, and while she may not know Dan as well, she definitely has no complaints about seeing someone who looks like Ewan McGregor standing in the kitchen when she wanders out of Sabrina's room in her pajamas, stifling a yawn against her shoulder.
She's very much a one-woman girl now, but still.
"Morning," she says to anyone present, her voice a little muzzy with sleep. At least she has no classes today and can take her time becoming fully awake, wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts as pajamas. "S'there coffee?"
And yet, somehow, she's wound up in a comparable situation. Barton isn't Parsons, and she's still a little disappointed to miss out on her dream school, but she is nearly two years into an Art degree and actually doing pretty well, which is a first for her where school is concerned. She's twenty years old and living in her own apartment in the city — just not the city she expected to be living in. And she has an amazing, beautiful girlfriend, who's also basically her best friend, with whom she's actually been getting things sort of right.
That's a first for her, too, and a far more important one than getting decent grades. If there's a part of her that worries things going so well means the other shoe is about to drop, it gets quieter the more time passes. It's been months, almost nine of them, and there haven't been any shoes yet.
All in all, it's a life she could get used to. That includes mornings like this, sleepy and sun-soaked with the coming of spring, a quiet sort of peace that doesn't set her nerves on edge. There are benefits to the two of them staying at the apartment she's made a home out of, tiny and cheap as it is, namely that there's more privacy. Jules sort of likes spending the night here, though, getting to see the makeshift family Sabrina has here. Besides, she's adored Marcus since she was still stuck in the Children's Home, and while she may not know Dan as well, she definitely has no complaints about seeing someone who looks like Ewan McGregor standing in the kitchen when she wanders out of Sabrina's room in her pajamas, stifling a yawn against her shoulder.
She's very much a one-woman girl now, but still.
"Morning," she says to anyone present, her voice a little muzzy with sleep. At least she has no classes today and can take her time becoming fully awake, wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts as pajamas. "S'there coffee?"