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agatharolvsson·:

❛ Hmmm… ❜ She sighed deeply as she picks up her cigarette and lit it up before smoking, and resting her back on the wall. She watched the blonde behind the smoke. ❛ Wrong answer, but nice guess. Predictable, I suppose. ❜ Agatha spoke in regards to what the blonde spoke. ❛ I came here because it’s made part of my work routine, I’m on cleanse, by all that means I can’t have anything alcoholic and being here is one of the saddest things in my life right now. ❜ Now she turned to the blonde. ❛ I came here only to smoke and watching people. ❜

She pursed her lips, a little surprised at the woman’s answer. “Well, what’s your work routine?” Caroline asked, eyebrows raised. She wasn’t sure exactly how this could tie in with someone’s career, unless it was in event planning. When the woman elaborated on her cleanse, Caroline felt her stomach tense a little. “I can’t have anything alcoholic either.” She said, pressing her lips together. “Well I mean, I guess I can, but I mean...I wouldn’t. I don’t drink.” She fumbled over the words, but thought that she explained herself well enough. “I’m just here to people watch too, mainly.”

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Adrian was looking forward to a chance to sweep this woman off of her feet but she turned him down and he almost swore that the way she glanced down seemed to be out of fear, or perhaps shame. “You don’t?” There was a look of surprise from the man. “Well.. that’s all right. Dancing isn’t everyone’s forte. What do you do?” He asked curiously.

Caroline blushed a little, shaking her head. She probably could- it seemed like fun, anyway, but she’d never really attended any school dances or things of the like that would allow her to be used to these kinds of situations. She’d danced around in her bedroom plenty of times, but never with someone. Knowing her, she’d probably trip over her own feet or something. But she didn’t want to seem like she’d blatantly turned him down, because she did want to talk to him more. “It’s definitely not mine, but I wish it was” She smiled a little, glancing out to the dance floor. “What do I do?” Caroline repeated the question. What did she do. “I make the music instead of dancing.” She settled on an answer finally. “I just moved here actually- I’m a music teacher. Piano, mostly. And I figured I should come out and try to meet more people.” Caroline shrugged. “What about you? What do you do? Besides dance, that is.”

emily--valence·:

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She used to find safety and comfort when she was near her sister. But after leaving New York without a single look back, all she could feel now was trepidation and anxiety. There was a lot of things that had gone unsaid between them, things that hung in the balance of their relationship now, but neither had plucked up the courage to call the other on it. Emily had resigned herself to waiting until Caroline was ready to talk about things - she knew that eventually the young woman would lose it and go off on her as it seemed inevitable. Emily was well aware of how much she’d hurT the woman but she didn’t know how to apologize for those things because she wasn’t sorry for leaving. She was sorry for the way that she had left and she was sorry that she had hurt Caroline and her ex-husband but she wasn’t sorry for leaving; she had to leave. If she hadn’t left when she did, Emily didn’t know for certain if she would still be breathing because the environment had become so suffocating. But she didn’t feel comfortable explaining how bad things had gotten because Caroline might not understand, not knowing just how much Emily had protected her from, and it left Emily vulnerable to not being accepted. Standing her at the door of her sisters new home, Emily tiredly rubbed her forehead and waited for the woman to come to the door after knocking. She had been stressed about a few things recently and this was one of them and she was prone to stress migraines. Door opening, her hand dropping from her brow, Emily smiled hesitantly. “Hey you,” she greeted, body language open and willing to accept whatever Caroline dished out.

Caroline had unpacked a surprising amount already- having really only been there for a few weeks. She would’ve liked to attribute it to being productive, but really, the only reason why she’d gotten through so much unpacking was because of all the time she was spending at home in her apartment. She’d moved to London to escape what her life had been, to start over, to be a new person. She didn’t have to be quiet, timid, little Caroline. No one in London knew her, except for Emily, that was, the person who knew her better than anyone. She’d moved to London to start over, conveniently in the same city that her older sister had relocated to. In the back of her mind, Caroline knew she’d never be daring enough to go off on her own. Even after everything Emily had done, she still felt a longing to be close to her sister, the only person who she felt really ever loved her. And even though their relationship now was very different, and Caroline was hurt beyond words, Emily was still her sister. Which was why she agreed for her to come over and see her new place. It was modest- Caroline lived alone- and she didn’t have that many belongings to begin with. She also consistently felt like she took up too much room, even in her own home.

For that entire day, Caroline had been nervous about seeing her sister. Just about any social interaction was enough to put her on edge, and usually, her sister was the only one who could bring her out of her shell and make that shyness melt away. But now, after everything that had happened between them, Caroline was nervous. She was nervous because she was hurt, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she was. There were so many emotions coursing through her, and she had no idea how to put them into words, or if she’d even have the courage to do so. But she didn’t have much more time to think about that, because in the middle of her slightly panicking about Emily, Emily knocked on the door. Standing up too fast, Caroline took a steadying breath before moving to open the door, pulling it open to reveal her sister. That familiar face, the face of someone who had been Caroline’s entire life for so many years, but now also looked sort of like the face of a stranger. She softened a little when Emily spoke, her voice putting her a little more at ease almost instantly. Swallowing hard, she moved to the side to let her in and said, “Hi Emmy.” She hadn’t even really meant to use the nickname, but it’d slipped out so naturally, saying Emily would’ve felt weird, since Caroline never really called her that.

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adriancox·:

Adrian was in between dances - and drinks - when he’d been heading to the door for a quick breathe of fresh air. The king’s outfit - no matter how flattering it looked on him - was causing him to overheat and he needed a bit of a breather. As he made his way through the crowd of people, his body collided with another - one softer than his own, and his gaze caught that of a beautiful blonde who was laughing as she explained her jump-back reaction to their collision. “Hey, I get it. There’s quite the array of costumes, some a bit less family friendly than others.” He teased, giving a nod at her question. “Yeah! It’s a pretty good place, and the open bar is a bonus.” He gave a chuckle, “Care to dance, pretty lady?”

Caroline smiled, nodding at his assessment of the costumes, grateful that he was being polite and understanding about their little collision instead of being rude or standoffish about it. She let the open bar comment slide across her skin and roll off effortlessly. Caroline had never touched a drop of alcohol- a direct result of the environment that she was raised in, but that didn’t mean she held any judgment for people who did drink. She actually envied them a little- most of the time. People who casually drank at parties and seemed so loose and fun made Caroline wish she could be like that, but she was far too scarred from her past to ever even take a sip. At his question, she was pulled out of her thoughts, the color draining from her cheeks a little. “What? Oh, I...I’m sorry. I don’t dance.” She shook her head, glancing down to the floor timidly.

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agatharolvsson·:

Agatha tried to force herself going out to places where she can stay ‘exposed’ to kryptonite. Being exposed to kryptonite means 'alcoholics drinks and drugs’. It was weird for her get into a party without a drop of alcohol in her bloodstream.

The best place to escape from all of it is going to outside take a breath and smoke a little. She hated smoke, but due to her compulsive and impulsive personality, she needs something to fulfill the void. This is when she starts to smoke.

❛ No problem. ❜ The redhead spoke without any emotion, she kept her seriousness dressed in nothing special, only expensive outfits from Versace. ❛ Well, what do you think? ❜ The Norwegian gave back her answer with a question. Guessing games were never too BORING.

Caroline chewed on her lip, feeling the tight shyness in her chest, but pushing through it, knowing she really did need to meet people and branch out if she ever wanted to like London at all. The woman wasn’t smiling, but Caroline had to remind herself that didn’t necessarily mean she was rude or didn’t want to be friends with her, even though maybe she did. Caught off guard a little at the question, as it certainly wasn’t the answer she was expecting, Caroline shrugged her shoulders, but eventually answered. “Uhm... I think so? I mean, it’s pretty fun here. And if you weren’t, you would’ve left, right?”

#agatharolvsson

emily--valence-blog

trying times ;; emily, caroline & victoria

Summary: Emily Valence from the ages of 12-16 years old ;; chronicling her childhood, her relationship in regards to her sister and the dynamic they both have with their mother.

TW (TRIGGERS): Drug Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Child Neglect, Threats of Bodily Harm, Violence, Homophobia

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#( emily + caroline: tag tbd )

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Warning(s): Alcohol, Strong Language, Blood

[ text ]: Want a big bowl of frosted angst with that orange juice, sunshine?

[ text ]: How illegal is it to steal someone’s dog while they’re out walking it?

[ text ]: Claaaaaaaaasic me. I fucked up. Like massively.

[ text ]: I’m sorry, my trainer said if I wanted the Olympic gold in competitive sleeping that I need to avoid all social activities.

[ text ]: I can hear you singing in the shower. A solid 11/10. You should audition for TV.

[ text ]: I’m all for drinking but no more 4am risky ‘White Russians’. It was 90% vodka.

[ text ]: It’s not even 9am and I’ve already had an argument about whether you can burn water.

[ text ]: Flash some leg. But not above the knee, you’re not looking for marriage.

[ text ]: Jesus Christ on a unicycle, what happened this time?

[ text ]: I’m going to be late. But I made a friend. His name is ‘Train Boy’ and he was shadily explaining how to get train discounts.

[ text ]: Who let me out the house?

[ text ]: It’s really depressing that I’m an adult and I just threw up on myself because I was too warm. I’m not even drunk.

[ text ]: I’d be the worst werewolf. …And yet, I still want to be one.

[ text ]: They switched the water for vodka. I didn’t realise until I was three sips in.

[ text ]: We were told to be civil. You dialled it down by aggressively whispering ‘chug chug’ under your breath.

[ text ]: Can you imagine if a man was living in our roof and we didn’t know?

[ text ]: What is my life? I’m dancing on a sticky patch on the dancefloor.

[ text ]: Fuck it, I’m gonna order a large. I will regret every moment but this does not change my mind.

[ text ]: I feel like I was in a fist fight with a bear. I’ve yet to decide whether I feel like I’ve won.

[ text ]: I just tried to high-kick the fridge and pulled a muscle.

[ text ]: I realise you just mopped up but I managed to get blood everywhere.

[ text ]: Brought matching margarita glasses. I was told by the cashier I was making good life choices.

[ text ]: I know we have a paper to finish writing but I really need you to come and watch this video. It contains puppies.

[ text ]: I can’t tell if I’m tired or still drunk from last night.

[ text ]: Why did I let you get a beaded curtain? …Also, my hair is stuck in the beaded curtain.

[ text ]: I’m sorry but it’s always an appropriate time for a crisis snack.

[ text ]: I just found my boss asleep in the shed. I’m running this place on my own.

[ text ]: Why do I keep getting asked if I have the ping pong balls? And why do people need ping pong balls suddenly?

[ text ]: I’m being harassed by geese again.

[ text ]: It’s diamond nips weather. Dress warm.

Caroline had to admit, she was amazed at the Tower of London, even if she was a little scared. She wasn’t there for the party aspect of it all, not really, and instead of making her way onto the dance floor, she hung around the sides. Usually, she would’ve skipped an event like this all together, but, only having been in London a month, she knew she couldn’t just stay in her little flat forever, she had to start getting out and meeting people besides her sister at some point. And so she’d scraped together a makeshift cat costume with some ears and a black dress she’d pulled from the back of her closet. She was content there, people watching, looking at all the different costumes. She hardly even noticed someone trying to weave through the crowd, that is, until the two of them collided. Caroline jumped, fear flickering across her face before it dissolved into laughter. "Jeez- I'm sorry. I've been so jumpy, being in here." She explained, motioning to their surroundings. "Are you having fun?"