The Calm

Another show, another match... The challenge was present but Brooklyn didn't feel it. She actually had a hard time feeling much of anything lately.
There was an abyss, for lack of a better word, that she felt since staring into his eyes.

Something reacted in her and that voice in her head was that of her own... Not Remmi's... One mystery solved but Brooklyn knew she'd be coming soon.


The shower was as hot as it would go. The small room filled with steam as her skin screamed against the pressure, turning red from the heat.
The door opened and she didn't even bat an eye. Instead she finished washing her hair as the bench creaked under the weight of someone.

It couldn't be V, what footsteps were there couldn't be heard over the running water, he had no reason to step lightly. So Brooklyn took her sweet time before turning off the shower and stepping out.
The air wasn't that cold but against her warm skin it felt like she had just been hit with a dozen snowballs.

Not bothering to be shy Brooklyn walked around the corner, drying off her arms as she walked.... "Well, well..."