until dawn

i kneel into a dream where i am good and i am loved.

[bambi-norcross]

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name: charlotte nida norcross. nicknames: bambi by nearly everyone, lottie by a select few. age: twenty-two. gender identity: cis-female. pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual. birthday: march 15, 1999. star sign: pisces. year of study: second. major: business. occupation: unemployed / student   place of birth: singapore, sg height: 5′6

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tw: parental death, substance abuse

bambi comes from the rich and breezy life of the über wealthy, her mum’s side of the family owns a cosmetic company in asia that’s booming (snail muscin, sheet masks, those little cushion blushies?? oh they got us bad). literally grew up wanting for nothing— she had vacations in all the hottest spots, homes in various cities and bits of countryside. her dad is very business focused, tending to stay away from home, and she had no other siblings so it was just bambi and her mum usually!! and that was fine and good!!

she even got that fun little nickname form her ma, her mother insisting that she’s always been sweet and shy and gentle— like a baby deer. it’s a bit cheesy but it stuck, and with her big ol’ bambi eyes it still kinda makes sense! happy coincidence

despite that silver spoon dangling from her mouth she still had an attempt at a normal childhood, playing in the dirt with kids who had no idea what fortune she stands to inherit. the favoured spots were a “cabin” in the woods in vermont, and a massive beach house in a sweet little town called rye.

sadly, tragically, one night when they're out “camping” in the vermont house, a fire breaks out in the night. bambi is the only one to survive

her father, the pragmatic businessman not really knowing what to do with her, shipped her off to boarding school in connecticut. things went a little bad for the ol’ girl there. she struggled with feeling alone?? for the first time in her life, as well as the guilt of what had happened with her mother (she was not at fault but try and convince her that). she developed some bad habits in boarding school fuelled by the over prescription of some pills, and learned that wow sometimes it was really great not to think at all!

these bad habits pick up speed as she gets older, and she dabbles in a little of everything that makes her feel a little better. when it came to college, rye was an obvious choice. her mother left the beach house to her, and so she has a home there.

in her first year at the college she was a bit of a mess, partying was getting a little out of control but she wasn’t obnoxious— she wanted to be everyone’s favourite good time girl and she could do that pretty well!!

in the summer before second year, her [redacted] happens— and things shift and lose focus for her, all those old feelings of guilt and isolation multiplying. she’s a little withdrawn now, a little more fragile than what people remember from last year. she still attends every party, and still tries to fill the role she once did, but the nights aren't long enough to chase away all those thoughts she tries desperately to blot out :((

while she is a bit naive and seemingly intent on self sabotage, overall, she’s still a sweet girl— she loves love, is bad at school, would do anything for a friend or stranger, and makes bad choices from time to time. she does her best to be as good as she can!!!

[christina nadin, she/her + cisfemale, 22, town of rye] | well of course you’ve heard of [charlotte ‘bambi’ norcross], right? they are a [second] year student majoring in [business management & leadership] at rye university, and as per the blinds, they are like [cigarettes smouldering in ash trays and dollar bills unfurling on smeared mirrors, designer tights with runs down the thighs, mirth that fades at the first break of dawn], but that may just be because they know [redacted]. [julie, she/her, 21+, est] 

anyways thank u for reading this far it’s a bit untidy but bless this mess xx

i’m looking forward to plotting and writing with y’all!!

[sharpcbjects]

[soracities]

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (trans. Michael Henry Heim)

[Text ID: “If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.”]

[bambi-norcross]

adriancasillas​:

for: @bambi-norcross​ where: the conservatory 

There’s something a bit beautiful to be found in the abandoned, the way nature reclaims what was once taken from it. That, along with the quiet he usually finds further away from the main campus, are the reason why Adrian enjoys coming here. Nothing to get in the way of his art, as he uses the nearly-forgotten building as inspiration. Usually, at least, is what he thinks, at the sound of approaching footsteps. He puts down the piece of charcoal in his hands away from the paper he had brought with him, an amused sort of smile sitting against his lips at the sight of someone unfamiliar enters his view— but being that this is only his first year at the university, most everyone is unfamiliar. “Careful, there’s glass on the floor,” he calls out lightly, his tone no louder than what’s necessary to cross the distance. Someone had broken a window, or perhaps nature itself had done so, the remnants left behind in it’s wake with no caretaker around to clean it. Adrian only thought it added to the atmosphere, and so he’d left it were it laid, but that didn’t mean he wishes to see others harmed by it. “Don’t suppose you’re here to admire the scenery as well?” He’s come to find that most people only came out to the conservatory for peace or mischief, and as he eyes the pretty young woman, he wonders which she intends.

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Bambi wandered from the shadow cast by the old stone of Rye’s buildings, her white tennis shoes coated to the laces in a layer of cold, dark mud. It was a false spring, where warm air gently woke up the earth and ate away at ice, freeing the water to wash away the dirt. It would freeze again, it was early still, and the soft buds on green stems would die from the cruelty of it, the little pale yellow sprouts that fought through the dark to reach the sun would wither for another frozen month. But for now, it smelled of spring. Clean rot— like soil after a rain. She was avoiding a class as she picked her way up a worn dirt path, breathing deep into her lungs a cleansing breath, like the promise of spring would be a balm strong enough to chase away the last dregs of a hangover from the previous night’s sins. The conservatory is a building she knows of in hazy, fractured memory— a party last fall that dragged on into the golden ringed dawn, the beginning and end of it hadn’t seen her sober. Now, as she looked at it before her she sees it as something else, a fairies playground, like something from an old story— light that filtered through the thin fingers of naked trees made the windows glow blue-green. There was someone inside, a dark smudge of a figure bent over their work. Curiosity got the better of her and she found herself stepping inside, gentle as a woodland creature, heeding a called out warning. Bambi blinked at him a moment, charmed as she realized he was some sort of artist, with fingers darkened by soft charcoal, creamy paper decorated at his side. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she replied, nodding at his work, “I’m actually a runaway— this seemed a good place to avoid three hours of Financial Accounting.” She smiled, her cheek dimpling as she got a better glimpse of the sketches, “those are beautiful.”

[gamer-purgatory]

Christina Nadin

[bambi-norcross]

louisa-reyes​:

while every inch of her body expelled some type of dramatic antic, the was rarely any sincerity in those emotions. she was emotional but very rarely was she sincere. except for how the aftermath of the party had left her reeling in a pool of emotions that she didn’t know how to navigate. which was why drowning her problems would always be easier than to face them. bambi’s company making her decision that much easier as she had a partner in crime to behave recklessly with. a laugh escapes her as bambi goes in for the photo, a bright smile to counter the absolute mess she feels on the inside. laugher bubbling through her lips as she shakes her head in agreement. “love it! the perfect amount of evidence to know it’s a night worth remembering,” she adds, “okay, so where to first?“

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She eyed the screen through mildly blurred vision for a moment, admiring the wide smiles— drunk enough she couldn’t see past two happy faces and the picture they painted, but maybe later, after some careful study as she lay quietly in bed, she would notice the discrepancy, the way that same light didn’t quite reach their eyes. It would feel so obvious, enough that she would turn out the lamp on her bedside table and squeeze herself tightly, as if to wring out the bits of unhappiness, the tidal wave of everything ugly that threatened to drag them both under. For tonight, it was something beautiful. “This is the destination,” Bambi insisted, motioning towards a dance floor that moved and undulated to the music, “there’s nowhere else in this entire town that we should be.” 

[bambi-norcross]

lanefm​:

was this a nightmare of an idea, actually submitting to the whims of the rye psych department? lane had been certain she was just offering a helping hand, answering a few questions that likely had to do with the poor student’s project grade — and now she had a date. a date with someone she considered to be a friend, though lane was not one to often write people off entirely just because their interactions were more jovial in nature. but lane, admittedly, was nervous. while they’d agreed to an evening of olaplex buns and cherry slushies that wound stain their lives pink, the blonde had still tried somewhat to dress to impress. a far too casual evening to warrant an evening gown or formal wear, but the blonde had decided on an oversized band t-shirt she’d picked up at a thrift store ( repping pink floyd ), mom jeans and a turtleneck underneath with her hair tossed up in a loose top knot, bangs carefully styled so as to not look a mess. it was a casual outfit, completed with her docs, and meant to keep her warm in the chill of winter — but it was still a step up from ratty pajamas or her typical athleisure. the blonde let out a hearty chuckle as her eyes landed on the wilting carnations, a bright grin dancing on her lips as she shook her head. “i think they’re perfect.” oh, sweet lane — she always had been a lover of the broken and the damned.

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Bambi exhaled in a hard huff, a breath that she hadn’t even realized she was holding as Lane proclaimed her pleasure with the gift. “Come on,” she said, her grin expanding to show the whites of her front teeth, “let me in before I just about freeze at the door. We’ve got so much good work to do, my hair is so, so dry.” She didn’t know much about science (and one could argue, less about business, even though it was her point of study), but the prospect of their match and compatibility made her nervous, a little rattling emotion that sat in the centre of her chest, shaking at the column of her spine every now and then to take her by surprise. “I should’ve brought dinner before we make ourselves sick on gas station artificial red colouring, but I figured that ordering in would be a little more authentic?”

[bambi-norcross]

afaulkncr​:

        avery rolled his eyes at the sound of their teaching assistant having a crush on the girl, tilting his head over as she spoke. “go use those doll eyes to get us an extension, hm? you work wonders, bambs.” he teased her, leaning his elbows on the table as the conversation continued. he and bambi got a hell of a lot closer since being put into this little tutor peer-group together, paired up in attempt to get their grades up when in reality it just hurt them in the long run due to their loud mouths and always talking instead of working. “it was brigid, okay? sue me for letting the horny freshman have the bedrooms and me taking the closet.”

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She smacked a giant show of a kiss in his direction at his show of confidence, eyes warmed to the point of caramel. “Brigid Astor?” Bambi asked, leaning forward so far she nearly toppled off the edge of her chair. “She’s beautiful, lucky duck.” Mystery solved, she folded herself a little better in the seat, tucking a long leg beneath her. “First of all, I congratulate you on your act of kindness, but a closet doesn’t exactly scream romance. I hope you sent flowers and a voucher for a chiropractor after, in case something got too cramped up.”

[bambi-norcross]

danilobianchi​:

a dream. related to the old saxon ‘drom’– merriment noise, though finding roots in a reconstructed ‘draugmas’– a deception, an illusion, phantasm. he muses over the word with the ghost of a smile on his lips, the two of them a pair sent by morpheus through a gate of ivory, of myth and for a second the man ponders on the possibility of this being a part of said fantasy too. she looks like she’s stuck in one, a blush left as remnant of the scenes flashing through her brain. scenes he doesn’t share this time because it’s cold, the wool brushing against his wrist itches. “you don’t” he confirms her statement, and with the raise of a brow: do you want to?. “i took a plane, i’m guessing you did the same”.

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The quirk of his brow and she could’ve laughed, girlish and ringing, like the flat tap of a knife against glass. “Maybe I’ll tell you mine first, a show of good faith. It sounds made up, but it’s not, I promise.” She shivers again, filtered light dancing between them from the wide pool that the streetlamp throws, glinting off the metal on the bike and the jewellery that lay warm against her skin, the silver of her dress. “I’m Bambi.” Saying it felt like the dissolution of the dream, whisps of sleep-smoke dissipating, the curtain pulling back. “Wrong,” she teased, “I flew here, settled in feathers on the back of an extremely big bird.”

[bambi-norcross]

kennagraff​:

Phone in hand Kenna made her way towards the door, the soft patter of paws following after her with an excitement that told her exactly who was on the other side. “Honestly I’d forgotten we made plans. I’ve been at my desk all day working on this thing for class. I’ll welcome surprises like these always, the best kind of forgotten plans— but Sunday’s been pacing back and forth for the last thirty minutes so I think if anything you owe her the apology, not me.” It had been days since the pair had last spoken, not an uncommon thing as of late, but still she welcomed the distraction as she made her way back into the den and grabbed two empty wine glasses from behind the bar. “You know she actually refused to go out earlier, she just stood at the back door and looked at me like if I were going crazy, do you think they sell Moonboots for dogs?”

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Dropping her hand between her favourite day of the week’s ears, she gave the spotted creature a pat as a greeting. Following after Kenna, she shucked off her coat and the cold came off with it, her extremities tingling as they rewarmed. “You need to switch your major,” Bambi advised, rubbing the back of her hand against her red-chilled nose, “the size of your textbooks makes me nauseous. Change to business, we can match our schedules.” She didn’t apologize for the time that passed since she’d last called or made the effort to climb out of her dark house and find herself on Kenna’s doorstep, but Ken thankfully never asked. “She’s a summer girl,” Bambi said, eying the dog who trotted alongside her and made herself comfortable on the carpet by the couch that the brunette eventually sunk into. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t go out until spring. But, doggy Moonboots sound too cute. I’ll ask Sage, she can probably make it happen.”

[bambi-norcross]

biancanavarros​:

Swirling her cup around, the sip of caramel laden foam hid the burnt aftertaste that was already threatening to overwhelm the whole cup. It gave the drink character, right? “Oh…” Bee’s cheeks flushed red, trying to figure out if this was another veiled way of being condescending or if it was real. Lunch breaks at the internship had often been used for sketching, her comms projects focusing on building campaigns but usually diving too far deep into the creative side of things, losing some of the ‘business’. It’d always been there. “Really? Thank you, Bambi.” Bee gave a silent nod to add to the thanks, “Are you still working with your parents? I do kind of miss that eye cream… It was so good.”

Bambi tucked a lock of glossy, dark hair behind her ear, winter-paled skin a canvas for the  smattering of freckles splattered across her feathers with a careless hand. She was about to let out a chirp of a cheerful reply, when Bee’s question stung in one of her still bleeding wounds. Are you still working with your parents? “Not really,” she replied, setting the coffee down on the counter, the acidity of it curdling her stomach. One parent— her dad, that was what she had left in the pluralization of the word, one out of a set, out of a pair. “It’s good eye cream. I’ll have to get you some, remind me when I bump into you next.” It’s answered distractedly, a fog settling over her, thickening in her throat.

[sharpcbjects-a]

     christina nadin

[bambi-norcross]

ottobuch​:

Otto sighed, but her brightness was something that he wasn’t immune to— sparking a small curve at the corner of her mouth. They had been good friends, in fact they in most ways still were, but school had put a divide in his willingness to be sweet with Bambi. She was someone gentle, he knew that she had to be handled with care: it was easy to crush a bloom between two fingers, but he refused to be responsible for the stain of pigment that would result on his fingers. Settling down on the bench, he leaned back, watching as the brunette disappeared to get ready, excitement trailing down the steps as her words did. “If there’s a colour scheme it’s probably tacky. I’m wearing navy, just match with me.” He considered, “Do you still have that orange dress? The sparkly one? Bring that, we’ll just change in the hotel room.” Otto snorted, “I already got them a present, the most expensive thing on their gift list, I won’t be called a bad and a cheap brother.” He studied the rings on his hand, then the time on his watch. “Come on Bambs, we’ve gotta go. I got the slides downloaded for you, and a few episodes of Cocomelon, depending on what’ll make you focus more.”

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Sparkly, orange— she flipped through the collection of dresses and gowns that hung in the closet until her fingertips landed on the one he described, pulling it down from the rack. It wasn’t a subtle choice, far from the expected pastels and muted shades that would likely be expected at such an event, but the colour looked beautiful on her skin, and the sequins caught the light like dishes of warm-gold. Adding a silk pajama set and her toiletry bag to her duffle, Bambi frowned as Otto’s voice travelled up to the room, with her still half-dressed and frantic. “Maybe start an episode of Cocomelon without me, but don’t spoil the plot,” she teased, “I’ll be down in a few moments!” The duffle bag shut with a little intense negotiation, the red spike of one heel stubbornly sticking up out of it. Her teeth brushed and face washed, Bambi pounded down the stairs finally dressed and fully presentable, all traces of sleep long gone from her bright-eyed face, her bag weighing heavily in the crook of her elbow. “Ready,” she declared before him, ignoring the mention of the school work that was meant to be completed on their exciting joint road trip, flinging open the front door. “What’d you get them as a present? Can you put both our names on it? Otherwise we might have to stop at Neiman Marcus or something, so I can get a fancy baby rattle or whatever you’re meant to get for baby showers.”

[bambi-norcross]

status: closed for @bambi-norcross ! location: daddy’s

“to the night we’ll never remember!” she cheers, raising her glass to clink it against bambi’s. was this the smarter of the ideas that ran through louisa’s mind? not exactly. did she care? not really. it’s not like reasonable was something she ever claimed to be. the girl functioned off of reckless and impulsive, it’s how she felt that dictated her actions and lately, she hadn’t been feeling pretty good. a night out with bambi was exactly what she needed.

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Bambi laughed, the two glasses kiss was all teeth, and she was afraid for a moment they’d shatter with too much force, with all the love pouring out of her. The amber liquid from the glass poured down her throat like ambrosia, sweet after so many before them, easy when the world swayed the way it did. Lu’s eye was nearly healed, what couldn’t be hidden under makeup was just a sickly yellow, the ugly part before it faded completely away. She pressed her face to her friend’s, so they were cheek to cheek, the corner of her smile almost stretching to meet Lu’s. Quickly, she lifted her phone up to snap a quick photo, something worth documenting. “To remind us of the good parts we can’t remember.”

[bambi-norcross]

status: closed for @bambi-norcross ! location: birdie’s

“hey, pretty girl,” mateo greets bambi as she slides into the booth in front of her, setting down a plate of fries on the table between them before picking one up and lazily munching on it, “you know, i didn’t see you at the game last week, “quite a shame too, seems like our good luck charm was missing.”

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Bambi looked up from her phone, the tedious work of scrolling all the way to the bottom of her feed abandoned for her present company. Miles and miles of hiking photos, champagne glasses with the bubbles glittering, brunch shots with corny captions and tanned and toned bodies on the beach disappeared with a flick of her finger, and she beamed as her companion slid across the cracked vinyl to sit across from her. “I’ll have to make a note in my calendar not to miss the next one. I almost fell asleep in my seat the last time, ‘cause there was no shirts versus skins.” She took a fry between two fingers, waving it to punctuate her point. “I don’t watch sports for my health you know. You have to consider the fans.”

[richard-madden]

There’s just a slight technical issue with what I like to call… the spriller. The spinner? The spinner.

[bambi-norcross]

location: lane’s house

for: @lanefm

Bambi made herself pretty for the date, dusting pink on her cheeks to nestle against her freckles, and combing her lashes through with mascara to a deep black finish, making her look startlingly wide-eyed, her lips a raspberry coloured smudge to complete it. The dress she wore was for summer days, bright like ripe cherries and cheerful, decorated with little whimsical flowers. Mid-February blew harsh cold winds, but it reminded her of Lane and her laughing red mouth, so it would have to do. Her tights had runs in them, laddering up with crooked teeth to the top of her thigh—hidden, but just barely, beneath the skirt hem. It was a proposed night in complete with hair treatments and slushies to stain their tongues, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look nice. In her arms she cradled a sick-looking bundle of candy-pink carnations, the remains of the over-abundance of Valentine’s Day flowers at the local corner store. It was pitiful to look at, and the shop owner had given them to her without charge, muttering something about getting rid of them. The colour still clung to them, though the blooms wilted, hanging their heavy heads like thin throated girls with wet hair. Bambi presented them to Lane with a wide smile. “I hope these don’t reflect badly on our compatibility. I think they can be fixed up a little.”