x. beauty

"BUT LATELY, HER FACE SEEMS ; SLOWLY SINKING, WASTING, AND THEY SCREAM -- THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE COME FREE TO US" INDEPENDENT | SELECTIVE | PRIVATE | WRITTEN BY ELLE ____________________________ Original Character | Hiro Mashimas Fairy Tail | Please read rules, about, headcanons, and roleplaying canon before interacting

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He had headed towards the building simply with the intention of having a reprieve from the intense downpour that had suddenly started to drop itself all over the town. The cold was no issue for him but the wet clothes clinging to him weren’t exactly desired and he’d much rather wait out the storm inside than out. But of course his timing was off, and he managed to catch the words spoken to him, despite the loudness of the rainfall around.

Considering what was said, he didn’t have any choice in his reply, “S’fine. Have a good night then.”

After pushing his dripping hair out of his face, he started to head back along the street, resigning himself to the fact he’d have to get across town during the storm.

As soon as he had gotten close enough for her to see him, immediately a feeling of guilt washed over her. Brows furrowed together, lip cocking to the side. She looked behind her, hearing her manager call out that he was taking his leave for the night. It wasn’t unusual that he would leave before her. She did like to stay late and make sure things were perfect before her next shift, after all. She heard back door close and quickly, she would unlock the front door, a hope to catch the man who she had originally turned away. 

“Hey!” She would raise her voice, the booming of thunder and loud patter of rain ringing sharply in her ear, and she suddenly felt a sharp wind blow, the onning flapping every which way, and she’d once again call out for him. “You’re gonna freeze to death if you stay out here, either that or drown. I didn’t realize -- just come inside until it at least dies down?”

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“Yes, that’s my name…”

Anger boling up because she had just admitted to knowing almost nothing about him and yet she had the audacity to judge him, purely because of the fact that women spoke about him? Clearly this woman had been hurt before, or had known someone who had been hurt or affected, by the man most people misjudged him to be but that did not make the offense he felt lessen.

“You’re correct, you do, in fact, know nothing of me. I’m sorry that you hear about me more than you’d care to, however, I am quite sure that you know nothing of my type either. I don’t mistreat women, I don’t disrespect them or lead them on, all I do is let them know my thoughts and ensure that while they are in my company, they enjoy themselves.

I spend time with them but I’ll have you know that I have never, not once, touched any of those women sexually. So, those rumors you hear of me being what they would call a ‘womanizer’? They’re the furthest thing from the truth. The next time you choose to judge someone, perhaps try getting to know them first.”

Taking a breath, before he said anything offensive to her – which he had specifically avoided, not only to prove her wrong but because it just felt wrong to him to insult her – he moved to get retrieve the book he’d been looking for and walked off to the cubicle he’d been working at ( that was covered in books ).

Once again, she was taken aback. This time by the way that he, for lack of better word, exploded at her. A brow raised, an initially she was speechless. Various thoughts ran through her mind, specifically ones that followed the thoughts that statements made. What surprised her most, though, is one of the comments made. 

The statement about not actually being with any of them was the one that caught her off guard the most. Coupled with the fact that nobody had ever said such things like that to her, she had found her own self lost in thought before realizing that he had already walked off before she had a chance to say anything else. Strange, there was a certain feeling within her that she wasn’t used to feeling. She didn’t like it, though, and she would move her gaze to his direction. She watched as he sat at his own spot. Ironic, when she realized it. Their small confrontation had been a direct result of the exact same thing that she was doing, and she would look away, dwelling on and replaying exactly what it was that had just happened. 

A small sigh, she would grab the book she had been originally intending to get, and place it on her stack. Almost disassociatively, she walked up to the front, around the same area he was in, and she did everything in her power to avoid looking at him, both for fear of what would happen if their gazes met by some chance, and because she wanted nothing more than to stifle the negative feeling, a feeling almost as if she felt guilty over her small outburst -- and over the fact that he was right, and she knew that he was right. Still, the more she thought on it, the more she remembered how she would feel if someone did the same exact thing to her that she just did to him. Thus, she would swallow that fear and look over at him, legs moving to approach him. 

She stepped to his side, and stood for a moment before speaking. 

“Either you’re a good liar, or you’re actually being honest. Look --” She thought for a moment, trying to muster up words that would actually sound genuine, rather than her just saying things that she thought he wanted to hear. “It isn’t your fault that girls don’t shut up about you, and I don’t know if it’s your fault that the rumor mill likes to produce product like a department store produces cheap novelty vacation memorabilia. Whatever it is.. I suppose that you’re right. About getting to know someone before judging them.”

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Headcanon || Perverts/Womanizers

Charlotte absolutely hates perverts and womanizers. It stems from seeing how many men lusted after her mother, and how uncomfortable it made her. The idea of a man that could look at multiple women, and want to be with all of them, is something that is absolutely atrocious to Charlotte. The idea that a man could look at a woman and only see looks is something that she cannot wrap her head around, especially when it comes to men that are known to be with other women. 

The idea of a man lusting after and being with multiple women is disgusting to her, and what bothers her even more is when a man uses a woman for sex, and then throws her away like junk mail. 

The act of sex is something sacred and special to Charlotte, and to take advantage of a woman (or even a man) unless both parties consent, is something that is unforgivable in Charlottes eyes, and it’s something that she’d never want anything to do with.

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Lips tugging down at the corners he looked around the small isle and sighed, thankfully what she wanted was behind him rather than in front, before moving out the way. Honestly, he was used to people thinking less of him for who he was and his reputation, it didn’t matter to them that despite that reputation he’d only ever been spotted with two women – Karen and Jenny.

Despite how often people responded to him like thos, however, he couldnt help but be hurt at this womans behaviour because he hadn’t done anything wrong, not in his eyes at least. Sure, he had been staring at her but it had been an accident, he’d never intentionally make a woman uncomfortable.

“Have I done something wrong to personally offend you..?” It was the only way he’d have of knowing plus if he had unknowjngly offended her then he wanted to make it up. He wasn’t a rude person.

His question rang in her ears, and while initially she was surprised at his question, there was that sense of logic in the back of her mind that reminded her that he hadn’t actually done anything to wrong her, and that she didn’t actually know him, so why was she being so hostile? Then again, there was also that part in her mind that reminded her of her mothers experience with men like this, and it gnawed at her more than anything else. 

She backed up slightly, away from him. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead grasped books tightly to her chest, frowning at the man that stood in front of her. 

“Hibiki -- right?” At least, that’s what she remembered from the magazines. “I don’t know almost anything about you. All I know is how sick I am of hearing women go on and on about you. It happens at least once a day, and you might have them believing what you tell them, but you can’t fool a woman who knows your type.” Blunt, but if he wanted honesty, that’s exactly what she would give him.

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Headcanon || Her Parents

Her parents are both still living. Edward, aged 49, owns a large clothing retailer that brings in the money for both the bills and his daughters to have whatever they wanted. Charlotte by far has a better relationship with her father than her mother. 

Growing up, she was close with both of them, but that changed after Travis’ death when Charlotte was eighteen. Her mother all but became a recluse, living in near isolation with nothing but herself and her bottles. During that time, her father had to be strong for his daughter and for himself. Very rarely did her mother come out of her bedroom after Travis died, and eventually Edward had to turn the guest room into his own bedroom due to not being able to be in the same room as his wife, before he eventually filed for divorce, agreeing to let her have half of his money that had been made to that point in their marriage as well as paying for any future boarding costs that she may have, as long as she agreed to go into a rehabilitation facility, which she still lives in to this day. 

Edward was a hardworking man, and he met his wife through the modeling agency that had sent her over to be his model for the clothing that his company sold to be placed in Sorcerer Weekly and in various billboards and other surfaces that could hold advertising. They were young when they met, and they fell in love quickly. They had three children, Charlotte being the middle child. They were married a week after their meeting, eloping due to both their parents disapproval of the two of them wishing to be married so quickly after meeting, and due to Edwards parents disapproval of his choice in bride because of their status as being more well off than her family. They were married for fifteen years, before they divorced. 

Cora Wilson came from a poor family, who despite not having much, always tried to make sure that Cora had anything she needed. From a young age, Cora knew that she wanted to model, and she would certainly follow her dreams and land right in the advertisements of fashion magazines, and on the runway of higher end fashion. Kindhearted, she always made certain that her children only had the best, and never settled for good enough. She was a beautiful woman, but her heavy drinking had taken those looks away from her. If one looked at photos of her mother from the past, one wouldn’t see any semblance of Charlotte in her. 

Cora was a tan skinned, dark haired woman, with brown eyes, and well over 5′10″. She was slender, and about the only thing that Charlotte got from the woman was her curves. The sibling that looked like Cora, was Charlottes older sister Nora. Spitting image of what Cora once was, one would swear that it was actually Nora in those magazines rather than Cora. Charlotte, and Travis, both resembled their father. Blonde hair, the same eye color, and getting his height, for he was always shorter than Cora was. 

Cici was always the black sheep of the family, she didn’t want to take over the family business like her father wanted her to do, nor did she dream of finding love like her parents once had. She never wanted to start a family, for she cared more for making her own self happy rather than trying to take care of children. It wasn’t that she disliked children, she just does not want to have any of her own. 

She still frequently visits her mother, who while having her own struggles still, has truly become better than she once was. Charlotte still sees her father on a daily basis, not making nearly enough money to live on her own, she still lives with him, and though they don’t speak everyday, she still loves him dearly and is incredibly close with him.

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He’d been in the Magnolia Library for hours now, desperately trying to find some answers on a specific temple – one of the lost ones after the Celestial Wars – that had once existed not far from Magnolia. The only problem was that there were no physical markings of where it may have stood, just word of mouth from explorers.

As per usual when he took in new information, though, as he had from the local records, he slipped into his own mind and catalogued the data so that he wouldn’t forget. He hadn’t noticed that he’d been staring at the beautiful blonde woman for a while now and he frowned as her words met his ears, perhaps a little hostile but if this was a common occurrence then he couldn’t fault her.

“What? Oh, no, my apologies Miss… I was simply lost in thought, I truly am sorry if I’ve unnerved you.”

Hands moved book from off shelf, placing it in small stack that she had accumulated from her time there. This place was sort of a sanctuary for her, it was a place she could come to be alone in her thoughts without fear of any of her usuals being there. None of them cared for things like this, all they cared for was what drink they would have next, and what woman they’d be bringing home that night. Sure, there were few exceptions, but those were rare, and most left after seeing the type of people that the bar brought in. Most tried to avoid it, and she couldn’t blame them. 

She hadn’t completely expected the apology, though, she had to admit. Still, she wasn’t about to simply just ignore the fact that she didn’t trust him, even if she hadn’t ever actually spoken to him. To her, he was just another pretty boy, who might put up a respectful front, but she didn’t want to think about the women that went to their events. She had heard stories, and all of them were things she’d rather forget. An eye roll came following after hearing him speak. Still, it was a little funny to her, that he could apparently be lost in thought just as easily as she could. 

“Mmhmm--” She made no attempt at hiding her annoyance at him, why should she? Though, it wasn’t until she began scanning the spines of books that she realized a very important detail: he was standing in the way of the book that she wanted, and thus, she would be forced to make eye contact. “Would-- you mind moving, please? You’re in the way of the book I’m looking for.” 

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Headcanon || Travis

Travis was Cicis younger brother, by four years. At the age they are now, he would have been twenty. However, he died when Cici was eighteen, making him fourteen at the time of his death. He was the only boy in her family, at least in terms of children. After he died, it left a very large hole in her mothers life. Though her mother never showed it to her her children, his death took a large toll on her, leading her into a drunken spiral. To this day, Cicis mother has her own issues with alcoholism, and there are times when Charlotte will return home from her shift to find her mother passed out on the floor and in need of help getting back onto her feet and into her bed. Her father had long since given up, and filed for a divorce, citing his wifes constant blaming him for their childs death. 

Travis was Cicis whole world, and when he died, it made things come crashing around her. Once a studious college student, she completely dropped her studies, opting to move back in with her parents and sister to not only support them, but also have her own support system. It was technically an accident, at least according to the papers, but in Charlottes eyes, it wasn’t anything close to being an accident. A dark guild, one that their father had helped shut down and bring to jail, taking out their anger on the youngest Rousseau child, trying to get to the father. 

Travis, during his lifetime, was someone that even Charlotte couldn’t completely figure out. He was kind, yet he never let people take advantage of him. Even though his sisters were the older ones, he always tried to stick up for them, since he was very much taller than anyone his sisters age, specifically Cici. Small for her age, both in size and in height, she was a target of bullying, but her brother was always there to try and stick up for her, even if it meant getting himself beaten up in the process. They were incredibly close, and to this day, Charlotte will still ‘talk to him,’ even if she looks crazy doing so.

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Great, just what she needed today, or any day of the week. This was one that she most definitely recognized. Bothering to learn his name wasn’t something that she cared for originally, and she cared little for it now. All she knew was how often this man ranked in those ‘desireable mages’ categories, and how many different times she had seen not only him, but the other members of that ‘guild,’ if you could call it that, on the cover of Sorcerer Weekly. Customers raved about it, exclusively females, but she wanted nothing to do with any of it. Had she been at work, the fact that she could have sworn that he was looking at her would have been something that she would have had to be nice about. Not here, though. As far as she was concerned, the persona wasn’t needed here. She didn’t see any regular customers, she didn’t need to keep up that image here. Thus, she would look towards him. 

“Do you make it a habit to stare at strangers, or are you simply trying to give a woman you’ve never met the creeps?”

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headcanons to write

her brothers death her relationship(s) with: her parents, her sister her childhood her job/ambition living condition/space her boss

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A familiar voice would call out for her, and she would subsequently look at the clock on the wall. Internal sigh of happiness, she rushed to the doors, and attempted to lock up. However, she stopped herself, catching sight through the window of a man she hadn’t seen around this particular area. Quickly, she’d lock the door, but as he approached, she would speak through glass. 

“You just missed it, sir, my apologies. We closed five minutes ago.”

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Mutuals can like for a starter before I have work

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headcanons to write

her brothers death her relationship(s) with: her parents, her sister her childhood her job/ambition living condition/space her boss

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Everyone should watch Space Dandy

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This was not what she felt like dealing with today. Of course, it’s not like this was unusual, she just didn’t think she had to deal with it during the middle of the day. Where people seriously already drunk at 1pm? Sure, it wasn’t unusual, but it wasn’t something super common, and she backed up, not particularly wanting to deal with such a thing on her way to work. Even with the large overcoat she wore, they somehow recognized her from her job. As one closed in on her, she took her own steps backwards, an attempt at turning around would be made, only to find herself backed against a wall, and had it only been one dude, he would have found that his balls had met her knee long ago. However, there was only one of her and three of them. The idea scared her too much. 

“I already told you -- if you really want to see me again, you can come see me at work, which I’m going to be late to.” Of course, telling them where she worked would be a stupid idea, so naturally she would give them a fake place. They didn’t seem to relent, though, and the fact that they kept up was only making her more nervous, and she would try and see past them, only to hope that there was someone nearby that could potentially give her an out.

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Mutuals can like this for a starter!