#brigitte lindhom

[jenns-sketchblog]

Just a quick little sketch to try and get me out of my art block... Also, I’m digging this ship. Does anyone know if it has a name yet?

[overbearingwatch]

“Have you ever noticed how everything is really hard?”

Fareeha looks up from her book, the faint glow of the television and the single lamp on the table beside her grant her the light she needs to read it. Hana, sitting beside her, has a pillow thrown over her face, her legs draped across Fareeha’s thighs. Her words are muffled, one of her arms across her stomach and the other hanging limply over the edge of the couch they occupy.

Fareeha returns to her book.

“That is just how life can be,” says Fareeha, knowing that the words will help no one, but awkwardly aware that she really does not know what else to say. Hana groans.

“I think I have a crush on the new recruit.” The proclamation comes somewhat out of the blue.

Fareeha blinks, looks over at Hana just as the other girl lifts up the pillow to meet her eyes.

“Torbjörn’s daughter...?” Fareeha says, more than asks. Hana’s cheeks turn a light pink, the pillow drops and her reply is muffled once more.

“I ran into her in the garage when I was doing diagnostics on my mecha,” Hana tells her. “She’s so ...”

“Pretty?”

“Tall.”

Fareeha snorts. She closes her book and sets it on the end table, beside the lamp.

“... and pretty,” Hana adds, begrudgingly.

“Have you talked to her?”

“She asked me for my name. I said ‘wrench’, gave her the wrench that I was using and walked away. I hit a toolbox on my way out... I didn’t even finish my diagnostics. And I have bruise.”

“That is ...” Fareeha tries not to, but a little chuckle bubbles up. This is enough for Hana to disregard her pillow and grace Fareeha with a sour glare that misses the mark, somewhat. “That is certainly a way to make an impression,” Fareeha says, through the hand now hiding her smile.

“She’ll never talk to me again.”

“I doubt that.”

“You didn’t see her face.” Hana groans, turning on the couch to flop on her side. Her eyes are now fixed on the TV which has been on the game show network for the better part of the last two hours.

It is Fareeha’s favorite channel. She is not entirely sure if Hana cares for the shows, but she has never missed a TV night and has only asked to switch the channel intermittently since they started having them.

“She looked so confused... Why am I so awkward.” The sound Hana makes is so remarkably like a whine that Fareeha laughs again.

“Hana, I would not worry about your ... admittedly rough first meeting. I am sure Brigitte will warm up to you quickly.”

Hana blinks and turns her head.

“Wait, her name is Brigitte?”

“You didn’t even ask her name?”

There’s a pause, Hana squirms, as if reliving the earlier meeting. He face scrunches up before she responds.

“I was too busy tripping over toolboxes and giving her wrenches...” she laments, looking genuinely mortified.

Fareeha does not miss the flare of a blush returning as Hana turns back to the TV. Fareeha smiles, shakes her head lightly, and retrieves her book.

[ko-draws]

I think Casual Brigitte is the best <3.

(pst the white stripes are transparent)

[itsmidnightreaper]

I hate getting knocked back by this thing