CARINA REYES

carina reyes. 34. reyes sister. widow. returning back to the place she calls home. wickway native.

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tagging @leosxntoro​, continued from here

Carina simply doesn’t expect it. She’s sitting here, enjoying her cocktail and texting the only step-child she actually gets along with, when she feels it. The imposing figure of a Santoro; she can’t help herself, she almost has a sixth sense for stuff like this. She chuckles, “I’m flattered. I was hoping you’d ask someday, Leo. After all, I’m not a patient woman, and you’re hot commodity in these circles...” 

As if dancing is second nature to the Reyes woman, she falls in step with her partner, holding his hand and trying her best to not read into it. Again, maybe it’s because of the family she comes from, or maybe the fact that the Santoros never do anything without a motive. Leo Santoro asking to dance couldn’t be just that, and she doesn’t want to admit it, but there is a tiny part of her that is disappointed. “I’m guessing we’ve got an audience, Leo?” She whispers, eyes looking for someone out of place in the crowd of evening drinkers. 

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MARIANA REYES​:

         𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  since she last stood in the presence of her family. needless to say, she had been working on her hostility. her father would never get over her stepping out of line with them. la familia es una sola. at least, that’s what he always said. family is only one. she’d believed it for a while, that is, until she grew up and realized family was more than one. not that she’d tell her dear father that. dark hues settle on her aunt just as she speaks, greeting her. mariana smiles, shrugging off her red coat and hanging it by the door. ❝ bendición, tia. ❞ the girl greets, abiding by familiar greeting. always ask your family for their blessing. her parents voices echo in her head. and she moves to meet carina half way, arms held out to comfortably wrap around her frame. ❝ i’m still short, but thank you for the flattery, tia. but you look great !! barely over twenty-five. ❞

Carina has always kept an eye out for the competition, because the fun doesn’t stop after your siblings marry and move on with their lives, no. She keeps her ears to the ground for the rumors of successes and failures, of how many squalling children her dear sisters in law would pop out in a year. She plays the part of benevolent Tia Carina well, but she’s got things to take care of. Especially right now, when the squalling brats grow up and becoming insufferable adults. Despite all of this, Carina can’t say she minds this one. Mariana grew up with the trademark Reyes charm, quick to anger and even quicker to simmer down, or at least fake it. She likes this one, she’s always said it in drunken stupors.  

Hugging her niece, she kisses the younger one’s cheeks, before she holds her chin in a gesture that could be considered sweet. “My blessings are always with you young ones. After all, once our flames go out, it will be you who makes sure the name never dies.” She’s almost tender with Mari, before she smiles at the praise. “Well, you know what they say about the short ones. We make up for it in other ways...” 

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AUGUST LEWIS JONES​:

The voice shook him back into the present; just at the dock where the waves sloshed against weathered wood. Line still slack, he spared the other a sidelong glance. Not once did he smile, but he also didn’t scowl in annoyance either. Lou simply listened with the typical contemplative rigidness; mostly set in his shoulders and neck all thanks to his inner bounty of anxiety. 

“Hardly consider that bein’ a fool. Fishin’ ain’t for everyone.” Different people have different interests for whatever, whichever, and whoever – simple as that. “Your father an angler?”

Carina leans against the railing momentarily, to take in the smell of the sea, water slapping against wood bringing over a wave of nostalgia. She rubs her own arms, remembering her father’s tenderness as he’d bring her over to the port when she was younger. She likes to remember the good times she’s had here, and even if it’s for a moment, it seems to do the trick. The brown eyes open again, content and happy, as she looks at August. “Hmm, I’d say. That’s what my late husband used to say about shopping. He loved the way I could spend hours picking the perfect diamonds for my wedding band, and he almost hated how long it took to pick the diamonds...” She crosses herself, a short prayer said under her breath at the mention of the dead. 

“...I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, darling. I don’t understand the differences between fishing techniques, sorry.” 

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[carinaiisms]

LILA CLARKE​:

“I don’t really know much about Shakespeare.” Lila is all smiles, despite just that. She can’t quite help it, listening to a voice comparable to the very flower it describes. “I think they’re very honest. Pretty, but not perfect, just like everyone and everything else. And that is what makes them beautiful. Don’t you think?”

“I have always thought of roses as any other flower, you know? You don’t see the world lauding violets or wolfsbane the same way. I am particularly fond of rose water as an exquisite ingredient in desserts. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about it, really hard to put my finger on it.” Carina turns to face the woman beside with a smile, “but you have an honest outlook. They are not perfect, and to assume is to disappoint yourself when it doesn’t turn out that way. Maybe that is why people are surprised when being pricked by a thorn, because apparently beauty can’t demand blood like that. Ironic, since that’s what makes the best roses.” She admires the bush before them, the whole reason for the brunette to be thinking out loud. “Is it worth it though? I do have petunias ready to bloom, and orchids who are so needy for attention. But, can you ever have too many flowering plants?” 

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TONY MOORE​:

He just wants to sleep— an impossible feat, when shit really hits the fan. It’s with a brief, warm smile that he enters the residence. “Just here for— yes. That.” A pause. “Oh.” There’s a beat in which he considers the offer, a hesitant nod following suit. “Lemonade sounds nice. Thank you.” Another smile, and Tony focuses on the matter at hand. “Sorry about your greenhouse, but… I was hoping to discuss what happened in the church?”

Carina doesn’t gesture for the police officer to come in, but she doesn’t slam the door in his face either. Instead, she’s making her way to the kitchen, to the mammoth of a refrigerator where her housekeeper had kept the refreshments. She’s being the perfect host, her hands steady and quick as she’s pouring a glass, and keeping her head blank. After all, this isn’t about her. Her heart does do leaps in her chest, but she’s putting on her best poker face. Presenting the glass with a final flourish of freshly plucked mint leaves and a metal straw, she pushes it over to Tony. “Mmm, that was simply awful. Poor Eva, being found in a crypt? I couldn’t even imagine....” She shudders, taking a deep breath and opening her eyes again. “What would you like to know, officer? I got the storm warning, made my way to the Church at around eight pm, and I was there till the storm let out. I was very present there, ask anyone. And don’t worry about my glasshouse. I’ll...call someone to have it all redone. My plants are to me what pets are to some people, or children to others.”

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JACK BENNETT​:

“Carina. Mind your manners.” Jack chastised, eyes only flicking to Carina a long moment after- having also been staring, evidently. He huffed out a laugh, offering her a smile, “I try my best to keep the screaming fights at home… What about you? Public screaming match?” 

There is a deep shade of red creeping onto the woman’s features, as she’s trying to hold back laughter and responding to being chastised. Carina has to clear her throat, pouring herself a glass of water and downing it to quell that offensive snort that will follow. But she isn’t as strong and that smile on Jack’s face makes Carina’s chuckle behind her hand almost audible. “Oh, I never have screaming matches. I do all my fighting through a technique called passive aggression, and with a dash of coercion. Maybe some ugly words, if I’m feeling vicious. You know, Mama didn’t raise me without manners, after all.” If the situation called for dramatic, then surely the woman would be the first to gasp the loudest, but most arguments weren’t won through screaming matches. They were won with icy smiles and monosyllabic responses till the other conceded. “It’s like a train wreck, I cannot look away!” 

[carinaiisms]

📹 for a PRE-RECORDED VIDEO. for mari

“I have never been a big fan of goodbyes, mija. In fact, I hate them. I didn’t allow my own parents to cry when I left Wickway, and I threatened to cauterize everyone’s tear ducts if they so much as whimper. I’m saying all of this because...well, if you’re receiving this, I’m finally doing the selfless thing for our family. We’re not perfect by any means, and if anything, I’ve been awful my whole fucking life. So in a way, I’m righting old wrongs and as they say, taking one for the team.”

“So, just so you know, I always thought you were the best of us, Mariana. Your father and I may have never seen eye to eye on a lot of things, but we can both agree that you truly are the best of us. I know about the bad things underneath the surface, that is my favourite past time. And I’m proud of your devious ways, mija. Just....don’t look for me. And make me proud.”

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

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sagamemes​:

my muse is going to walk into a certain death. send a symbol for their final message to your muse.

📲   for a TEXT. 📞  for a VOICEMAIL. 💌  for a LETTER. 📹  for a PRE-RECORDED VIDEO.

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YOU’RE THE WORST (2014-2019)

[carinaiisms]

tagging @trxshcns​ (jack)

“Oh my goodness, that’s certainly awkward, wouldn’t you say?” Sitting at the Flaming Hatter for a friendly dinner with Jack, Carina’s gaze can’t help but wander over to the yelling match happening a couple of tables away from them. “It’s like I can’t keep my eyes off that...oh my”

[carinaiisms]

tagging @trxshcns​ (elias) 

“Say what you will about the service,” Carina has to break the bubble of silence that she’s enveloped in, finding comfort in the sound of her own voice, “the flowers were truly breathtaking. I can’t help admire a funeral director who knows what he’s doing with the greenery he presents, you know?”

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tagging @scnlit​ (august)

“At the risk of sounding like a complete fool, I really never understood the appeal of fishing. I suppose I can get with the tranquility of standing beside water all day. But the non promise of actually having something to show for all the time lost, I could never. But then again, I wasn’t Papa’s favourite because of my fly fishing techniques.” Standing beside August, the water had never quite looked as inviting, almost like a temptress pulling Carina towards it. But she stood firm where she planted her feet, trying to make small talk with a stoic man. 

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tagging @volantisand​

“Mari, chiquita! Come give tia Carina a hug! And come inside, you are with family right now!” Carina’s greetings were nothing short of effusive, as she’s making her way down the stairs to the door that her niece was stood on. “You have grown so big! When I last saw you, you were barely knee high to a grasshopper, darling! You’re making me feel old!”