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So stunning at NYFW ❤
AVERY.
“Hey buddy, hey there – how are you?” Avery asked, kneeling down to pet her old basset hound. She talked to him as if any second he would answer her back and it would be totally normal. But he did, in his own way for the dog howled joyfully, breaking the silence that previously engaged the park. He then slobbered on his owner’s hands, drool running down the porcelain skin. “Oh lovely, thank you…” She said, her words mixing in with a bout of laughter. Rubbing her hands on the grass, Avery continued to walk, letting the dog go up ahead of her. He was quite old and quite blind, but his nose worked like a charm so that often guided him. He was also quite slow, barely running for steak, so she didn’t feel the need for a leash. Tucking a strand of hair behind ear her, Avery walked along the daffodils, the radiant color catching her eyes. She was too busy to even notice that Ace had run up to someone else and start drooling. “Oh dear,” she whispered to herself, “Ace!” She called out. “Ace Ventura, come back here right now.” Walking up to the stranger, Avery held the dog back, trying to get ahold of him but he obviously overpowered her and just sat down with a thud. “I’m sorry, he has a mind of his own and you, of course, did not think a nice walk in the park would be filled with so much dog saliva.”
A surprised but nonetheless amused laugh pushed its way out of Devan when the dog began to nudge against her legs, leaving a trail of drool in his wake. It wasn’t an all too uncommon occurrence for her considering the fact that she had two, albeit much smaller, dogs of her own back home. By time his owner made her way over to his side she was already bent to the ground giving Ace, as she now knew him to be, a friendly scratch behind the ears. “No need to apologize,” Glancing back down to the hound she chuckled and rose from the grass so that the other woman could get him back to her side. “You were just makin’ new friends, weren’t you boy?” He only gave a few soft pants in response which served to make her laugh again. "Luckily for you he doesn’t seem inclined to go very far. It’d be a shame to lose track of such a beautiful dog. Have you had him long?”
CJ.
“Between you and me, that album is not worth buying. If you’ve heard one whiny boy with an acoustic guitar, you’ve heard ‘em all.”
Dev could feel her lips automatically press against the spread of a smile the moment CJ’s familiar voice cut through the quiet of the record store. “No?” Without dropping it from her hands she slowly turned to face him, a playful arch of her brows already in place. “If not this one then what would you recommend? You know--- considerin’ you seem to be the authority on where my music tastes should fall.”
KELTON.
Kel still felt somewhat numb, stepping into newsroom. But the chaos was a little calming, sinking into the familiar sounds of paper rustling and people on their phones, down to his chair scraping across the floor. His eyes rolled, watching his desk partner’s dramatics. “Ha ha, very funny. I do actually come to work on occasion.” He sat down in his chair with a thud and pulled it back up to his desk. “My sister came up, actually. She’s gonna be staying with me a while.” He wasn’t about to bring up why, not in the middle of the newsroom, and the mot he could manage was a spare smile in her direction that didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“Really? Are you sure? Could’ve fooled me...” It was in Devan’s nature to give him a bit of a hard time; she was comfortable enough to do so because she knew at the end of the day Kel knew she made the playful digs with good intentions. Her hand drifted over to the surface stained paper cup of coffee at her desk when something about his overall demeanor snagged her attention. A tiny furrow formed between her blonde brows as she tried to puzzle it out. “Really...? Well that has to be good news. When’s the last time you saw her?” It was her own gentle way of leading up to the other questions suddenly plaguing her mind. While she didn’t expect him to be bouncing off the walls as she was known to do, the solemn mood seemed out of place.
THE NEWSROOM WITH @kelthedad
The sound of a chair scraping out at the cluttered desk beside hers had Dev’s head swinging around in the direction of the noise. Almost dramatically she gasped, hand fluttering to press at her chest, as bright blue eyes were thrown wide. “As I live and breathe--- surely that can’t be Kelton Tavarez gracin’ us with his presence today, can it?” The steady stream of chuckles that followed her colorful greeting filled their little ten by ten foot space as she pivoted in her seat to face him more directly. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here at all this week. Who has the girls?”
18,19,21,22
18. Things they’ll never admit
Part of the reason why she didn’t try to leave the island as hard as she could have is because she was terrified she didn’t actually have what it takes to make something of herself in a bigger city.
19. People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them
Dev’s never physically hurt, let alone killed, another person before in her entire life. Unless you count that one time she punched Kelsey Westcott in the eleventh grade for talking shit on her brother. Indirectly, however, there have been people who've gotten hurt because of their actions towards her (Damien is very protective, okay?). In those cases she still didn’t feel too bad because they usually had it coming.
21.Turning points in their life
One of the biggest turning points in her life was getting her position at the paper. It was the first big step she made towards her bigger picture goals in life. It was also the last step she made in reaching those goals but...
22. People who’ve influenced them greatly
If asked she’d probably note @lykos-damien and @kelthedad as two people who have been huge influences in her life. Her brother because he taught her how to be a fighter and stick up for herself, even if it’s in a slightly different way than he chooses to do so, and Kelton because for a man who has so much on his plate he’s still somehow keeping it (mostly) together. She admires his strength and perseverance.
DAMIEN.
Damien plopped onto his little sister’s bed before grunting. “Please, you could never hold a grudge against me. You’d miss me too much and probably call me the next day when you find a leak under your sink or some shit.” He glanced over at the mirror she stood in front of and laughed. “And I don’t need to hear about you and your sexual needs, okay? Fucking disgusting.” Pushing himself to sit up, Damien rolled his eyes before teasing her, “Sorry, but I’m just as hungry as you. Should we carpool?”
“I’m serious. You’re not going to that restaurant tonight.” Dev insisted as the hand devoid of any makeup devices reached over to slap at her brother’s broad shoulder. “Every single time a guy shows interest in me you come along and just the sight of you scares him away. And if that doesn’t, you open your damn mouth and make sure of it.” A part of her loved the fact that she and Damien were so close, that he held her so near to his heart and sought to look after her, but the grown woman in her desperately needed to get laid. It would never happen if he was constantly lurking over her shoulders or sending his friends to keep watch. Huffing out a breath she matched his eye roll with one of her own and then began to snicker beneath her breath. “Please. I had to actually walk in on you and Lena right in the middle of your living room more times than I care to count. You can handle a bit of talk if I can handle the sight of your bare ass.”
IVY.
Evelyn quietly repeated the blonde’s words as she jotted the order down on her notepad. “Black coffee, three sugars but no cream, lots of pancakes, side of bacon. Got it.” She clicked the pen in, looking up at Devan. “Mm, I’m not the best. I just got three job applications out of five rejected, and I’m not sure I can stand another second at this job. I just…” She stared at the floor, agitation building up in her. “I was meant to do great things, y’know? I was raised in Paris and New York, I traveled the world. I’m working on my master’s degree in Environmental Sciences, and I’m stuck at a waitressing job. My sister and mom, they went to Juilliard, and my sister has the brain and skills of Mozart, but instead she’s in a small town in Washington, as a stay-at-home mom to three kids, while her husband cleans windows for a living. But that’s what we do. My whole family, not just me. We settle.” Evelyn took a deep breath, exhaling softly to cool herself down. She shook her head and looked towards the ringing door, reminding her of all the customers walking in. “And I don’t want to settle anymore, Devan. I hate settling. But what else is there?” She gave her a half smile, turning her heel around to walk back towards the kitchen. Anything would be better than this.
Ivy slipped away to put in her order and check on the other customers after her thorough explanation of just how much had been going un-according to plan in her life. In the time that she spent sitting alone at her corner booth Devan mulled it all over. For a lot of reasons she could actually relate. Never once growing up had she expected to still be on the island by the time she reached twenty-seven years old. Her dreams had always been much broader in scope than what Woodridge could reasonably support. She wanted to travel through countries otherwise unknown to her and chase stories bigger than which ride was currently out of order down at the pier or who one the local pie contest each May. The reality of her circumstances was a far cry from the vision she’d always kept in her head. Settling, it seemed, was all too common among the inhabitants there. When at last she noticed the woman heading back in her direction with the coffee she sat up straighter and folded her hands above the linoleum of the table top. “So why don’t you quit?” It was a rushed question but she felt it important to just lay her thoughts out into the open. “Don’t get me wrong, I know we all need a paycheck to survive but--- I don’t know. Maybe if you throw yourself into the deep end it’ll force you to stop settling and actually work harder to grasp the life you want. You have to jump off that cliff if you want to fly, you know?”
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Character Aesthetic ➙ requested by anon ;; { the journalist }
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TEXT ✉️ KEL
Kel: I know this is last minute but I really need someone to watch the girls for about ten minutes
Kel: I will owe you forever, and I swear it won't be long
Dev: Say no more. My place or yours?
Dev: Just so I know if I need to find shoes or dig the remote out from the couch cushions and pop on some cartoons.
317 LARK STREET, SOUTH WOODRIDGE WITH @lykos-damien
“I swear on my life if you show up at that restaurant tonight I’ll bury you in nana’s backyard.” The mascara wand hovered in front of her thick lashes as Dev met her brother’s gaze in the reflection of her bedroom mirror. “If I’m lucky the date will actually end with me drunk and legs up in the bed of his F250 out in Lowry Field. If you ruin this for me by showin’ up and threatening him before the main course even arrives I’ll never forgive you.”
HARLEY.
“Fuck,” Harley hissed, wincing and shaking out her hand. She’d been trying to touch up the tattoo on her finger, but she usually didn’t do tattoos on herself for a good reason. She wiped the blood with a tissue and paused for a moment to take a break, admiring the dark lettering. When the bells by the door rung, she quickly swung her feet off the counter and spun around in her chair. “Hey,” she nodded at the person in the doorway. “We’re almost closed, what’cha need?”
Although she had a few hidden spots of ink on her body Devan wasn’t entering the shop that evening in hopes of adding more. Hefting a weary sigh from her lips she locked gazes with Harley and tossed her hand into the air. “Have you seen my idiot brother come through here today?” She’d been trying to call him since earlier that morning and so far nothing. While it wasn’t unusual for Damien to fall off the grid (sometimes even for days at a time), she’d taken to searching out his usual haunts. It was important.