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‟ 𝑺𝑨𝑼𝑻 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑳𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬. ” * 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 .
♡ brighternite ; a dependent mumu blog attached to AGNESFM .
-- FEATURING ;
CELIA DAVIES ; intro. threads. tidbits.
MEREDITH PERLMAN ; intro. threads. tidbits.
LAL IŞIK ; intro. threads. tidbits.
SUNA SUNSTÖRM ; intro. threads. tidbits.
as narrated by 𝓒 .
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’ — lal & gabe
she could keep it quiet. be the hermit she is. seeking her own solutions in wise and silents ways. but that would mean ignoring the hurt. she had never admitted it, no. it hurt her that she had a fallout with this person who once beamed down their light on her shadows. an old soul, the fact that with gabe she had the chance to be immature and carefree without being judged for it did matter to her. but it became impossible. they had reached the point where the differences that once made their bond precious started to push them away until they could not resist each other. " i did not turn out to be anything. " each syllable is said with a certain accentuation, a rare moment that she puts effort in letting the emotion out through her words. " you just decided to vilify me, gabe. i am still the same person. older with more experience in life, for sure, but i'm still the same lost girl you shared that shabby home with. " her temper fuels the fire of her sincerity and brutality. " you can blame me all you want, freddie can do that too. blame is mine to take, i thought at least for you two i didn’t need to change who i am to be lovable. i was wrong. "
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’ mer + river
* ( 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 - flashback . )
" to where after i called you my home all this time ? " voice cracks as her cerulean irises grow bigger. " to where after i promised you that i'll be there for you no matter what ? " this time the question is asked tenderly and quieter. it's a dinner time argument they are having, she hides her face with both hands pressed on her cheeks. not quite aware how hard she is pressing, her cheeks are reddened when her hands move slowly to comb through her hair. " won't you have a little, " her eyes are also red from the tears that left her when two hands were pressed to soak them somehow. -- " just a little faith in me ? i told you i will never leave you and you are bringing this up every time i bring up a problem we need to solve together and -- " finally, the courage to look at him is mustered up. when she looks at him, she gives up on her tirade. a dramatic pause to her ongoing speech. when her tears roll down her high cheekbones this time, she is not hiding it. " you used to believe in me, river. but i don't think you do now and the worst part is -- " trembling lips form a sorrowful smile. " it feels like we are drowning in our own love together. "
♢ Meredith and June
relying on one another for the worst and the best times, being each other’s muse and courage, knowing even the tiniest details about each other ; sometimes predicting what the other has in mind is something you can do by just looking at their face, walking with arms linked, head resting on one’s shoulder as you close your eyes with the softest smile ever on your face, a balance of wise and jazzy, braiding each other's hair, family being more than dna, late night talks that start gloomy until an inside joke is cracked ; now you will be laughing until you tear up, daily updates sent through iMessage on days that are not spent working together, the idea of having a lifelong friend.
♢ : dan + lal
a calm picnic day, under an elder tree with its lush leaves filtering the sunlight for the ones sitting beneath, expression of thoughts and feelings through gestures rather than words, brown and green colour palettes, discovering yourself through discovering some you care for, expensive garments that belong to exclusive fashion houses and matching visuals without effort spent on it, thinking of someone when you least expect it; your own thoughts surprise you as the smallest things remind you of them. sunsets to watch together, there is no harm in looking at the one you are watching it with as long as you look away before you are caught, polaroids instead of digital images, and the grand finish, yearning ™ .
* 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 : any meme rb’d from @agnesextra , PLEASE specify muse !
* ofrovers:
his ears perked up, like an obedient dog awaiting a reward when she teased at a shared memory. it never came, and he deflated, tail between his legs. he felt embittered. river hoped that she did not want to indulge in their stories because of the nature of the situation, and not because it was in the past, a time when things were different. “no, it’s not a bad time,” river grumbles, trying and failing to take off the tyre. a bolt was rusted and uncooperative. “as for being a distraction,” he continued, his words broken up by his huffs of exertion, “i’ll never complain about that.” river was thankful for his hat, and his overgrown hair, that concealed the flushing of his cheeks. he stood then, beyond frustrated that the tyre was adamant on remaining attached to her car. river kicked it, annoyed. he turns to meredith, attempting a smile. “hm, that is a maybe. i’ll sort it out.” rivers hands were stained, and he tried again, this time trying to use brute force to get the tyre away. “so,” he grunts, “what, did we,” he wipes beads of sweat from his brow, “do that one time?”
instead of opening her mouth to say something, the artist saunters closer to the other but it does not matter how close she gets. she takes one step back, then suddenly she is two steps closer. maybe she can convince herself that it’s the fact she is pretty much useless at that moment, and it is making her want to close and open the distance between the two of them. nothing else is bothering her. yes, she can make herself believe it.
upon hearing him say, that he would never complain about her being his distraction, she is smiling a little bit. in a way that is oddly shy and cheeky at the same time; but it wilts. as soon as she realizes the youth is gone and so are their honeymoon days. where did the love go ? a place where they cannot follow or somewhere safe in hopes of being found ?
“ why are we even talking about the past when there are all the other things we can talk about ? riv, think about it, islesbury is getting bigger every day and -- ” her babbling becomes senseless when he asks to hear of the memory she coughed down moments ago. her face suddenly looks paler, her eyes sparkling in a way that reminds one why blue is the colour of sadness. “ won't you be hurt if I tell you about our happy days with a cheery smile on my face ? ” the irony between her words and her saddened expression is her sacred truth. she will tell it with a smiley face but it will hurt. and that moment, if he admits that it will hurt him too, maybe she can admit it too.
* laurenberkshire:
Lauren swayed, thinking as hard as she could when he brain had been turned into warm, happy soup. “Depends… I mean, I really liked Finding Nemo.” Then, after a beat of silence, she realized that anyone who would say cinema would most likely balk at the suggestion that Finding Nemo was among the greats. She had to smooth this over. “And… Oscar winners. Those too. So… I like cinema, I think. I don’t have a lot of time to watch it.”
" finding nemo. " repetition occurs in a voice she can only hear, but in a place like this with music this loud, she shouldn't have been worried about her monologues being heard. " finding nemo did win an oscar, so i suppose you have a pattern for watch you watch. " she never expected to give a cinema fact on the dance floor, especially a finding nemo one. surprises abound in life. " i wonder what you do for a living ? " the redhead adds calmly. " if it's alrgiht for me to ask. "
* gatheringswans:
“i’m gonna ignore what you’ve just said, you know. pretend like i’m here with someone who’s ready to scream their lungs out the second the game starts. get ready, i’m gonna get loud,” bash chuckles as he takes the hot dog from celia. he loves the football games and this is the first time he’s actually watching from the bleachers. last year, he was still on the team (and even offered to go pro—he declined the offer and never even told anyone about it), now he’s here to cheer for his friends. “got any plans for after the game? my friends on the team are throwing a party, i can take you with.”
“ i am sure you will scream your lungs out for both of us. ” she hopes that other will be in support of the team so she can at least relax and eat her hotdogs calmly. “ you have friends in the team ? another reason for you to be louder, i assume. “ in the end, she makes a decision after some consideration. “ while i am undeserving, i would be glad to tag along. ” she takes a mental note of letting alexander know where she will be after work today. it’s ever since they started to live together that she got used to having someone waiting for her to arrive home. she would not be noticed not being around while living with her father and brother unless she was needed for tasks her father considered womanly, like food preparation and laundry.
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𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒’𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾
𝗐𝗁𝗈: 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 ／ @brighternite
a gentle hum escapes adelaide’s lips, in sync with the melody only she can hear through the headphones dangling in her ears as she peruses the bookshelves displayed in front of her in the store, searching for a specific title with care. with teddy’s twenty-third birthday right around the corner, all the brunette can think about is getting her brother and long-life companion the perfect gift to describe how proud she truly is him, after everything he has endure from the moment he was born into the savoy family. alas, the b&b owner has found herself in the bookstore, searching for a book she knows her brother has been searching for; her clock marking a little past fourty-five minutes since she entered the shop. after much consideration, she decides to approach one of the gentle and trained booksellers, an apologetic look as she walks towards the cash register, eyes glued to the phone as she searches for the title.
“sorry, hello, i was wondering if you could help me? i am looking for zoobiquity and I—” as the woman raises her gaze from her device, however, her breath hitches. adelaide couldn’t quite remember the last time she had ever seen suna, someone she used to consider a vital part of her life in islesbury, suddenly having her former friend up close, however, feels soul-crushing after months of waiting by the phone, not knowing anything of someone she used to consider her best friend. as she tries to recover herself, adelaide adverts her eyes to the phone on her hand, blinking rapidly. “sorry, it’s by… barbara natterson-horowitz and kathryn bowers, if that helps at all” she muses, cleaning her throa, mind racing. there are so many words threatening t leave her lips and yet, adelaide remains quiet, the perpetual grin on her face vanished at the sight of suna.
she thought the bookstore would be a place to escape familiar faces. lots of nooks and crannies inside the store, its regulars as bookworms. but she forgot how there is no such thing as avoiding familiar faces in islesbury. especially when you are at the heart of this city. agnes street.
it’s been a busy day, she only left one of the shelves after consulting a customer to make a note of restocks they will need, in order to let nico know. her handwriting is scrawled on the blank paper until her ears are filled with a familiar voice; she doesn’t even realize how she ends up putting too much pressure on the paper as soon as she hears addy’s voice, allowing the ink from the pen to leak onto the page. creating a shapeless stain.
addy is how suna remembers, she finds her moment to take a look at her one-time best friend. kind, beautiful, enthusiastic. she watches addy's expression change as soon as she notices the employee she had picked to assist her is no one other than suna. the ex-model feels a sudden weight on her shoulders, crumbling her down to the ground. put your mask on, she commands herself. “ adelaide, hello. ” suna realizes how she is still frozen, so she gets up on her feet. “ let’s look for it together. “ she casually walks to one of many shelves. hoping addy is following her. praying addy is following her. then at some point she will stop acting like this is a normal situation and they can peel back the dusty layers of the past.
currently, she has spare time to do office work. the director is not bothered by this. there will be no public meetings, no crowds, and no pictures will be taken at least for a day. office work is a respite after all the public events. steps taken with confidence bring lal to her office. the decor is luxurious and spacious, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the built-in libraries behind lal's chair and the desk with a glossy surface occupied by an iMac monitor. the redhead moves closer to the desk as soon as the door behind her is shut.
for a woman with her palette always coloured with pale hues of tension, lal's expression as she handles work is something else. brows furrowed, she is looking at the pile of invitations she has found residing on her desk. still not seated, she tucks her strands of red behind her ear to stop them from falling over one eye. a bit too perplexed because of the invitations, her fingers are running through the envelopes of various kinds. that's the moment she hears the knocking on the office door. " please come in. " the director knows who is about to enter her office since the staff does not have permission to visit her before scheduling a meeting with sol. eyes of jade and golden speckles quickly falls upon her assistant. " sol, tell me these aren't for me and that they somehow ended up on my desk by pure chance. "
WITH : @solcabrera
WHERE ? the curtain call / lal’s private office .
* rockinmissrobin:
“…So yeah, while there were a couple of ‘yikes’ elements from a cultural sensitivity standpoint in it, I really ended up enjoying Jungle Cruise! Granted, the dynamic of the main three was essentially The Mummy, so I was bound to enjoy it for just how much it threw me into a pansexual panic.” Robin conceded with a little shrug, picking up her giant iced matcha latte next to her and taking a sip before looking to her friend that had joined her. “What about you, dear? How was your weekend? I hope you found some time for yourself, maybe even to get some rest.”
" yes, mhm, totally. " the blonde utters while listening to the other, guilt creeps up onto celia as she is not being a good listener to her friend today. she is so far from it. the academician looks tired, she feels tired too. her chin resting on her hand, elbow resting on the table in front of her. being in that position is the only thing preventing her from using the wooden table as a pillow with her head. she mindlessly chews her homemade lunch as she is speaking. " robin, can you forgive me ? because i'm about to admit that i was not pay attention to your words. and i'm -- " to spill or not to spill, that is the question. celia is not sure if her drama should be brought up to the other but some part of her is urging her to let it out. " i have a lot on my mind, actually. "
and i oooop, here is my newest baby like LITCHERALLY newest of all my muses and i’m so excited to play sun for the first time ever here. there comes a drama queen everyone, swipe down, click below the cut. once upon a time… ( @agnesextra )
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