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Callum had all but forgotten the ‘good little deed’ he’d done by the time he got to that booth. At that point, he was busy making loose sketches in oil pastel against the toned tan sketchbook, forms and figures without much of a direction just yet as to what he was going to draw. So when the girl had appeared at his booth and began speaking, he was taken a bit by surprise. He thought she wouldn’t reach out to thank him or anything. He’d paid her drink and wandered off, wasn’t that a sure sign that the interaction was over? But this girl seemed a bit insistent on thanking him. Brow furrowing as she talked about potatoes of all things, the young man looked her in the eye and nodded. “It’s really nothin’, ye dinnae have to thank me for it,” he responded, resisting the urge to add that it was what his mothers would have wanted him to do. She didn’t need to know that and he didn’t want to belittle what was clearly a very kind gesture for her.

Woefully ignorant to exactly who he was speaking to, Callum had not registered exactly why this young woman was having such a rough week. If he had allowed himself to pay a tad more attention, he would have realized that this girl was the former girlfriend of the king. If he’d cared to pay attention to the love lives of his peers. Which he didn’t care about, so he didn’t have an inkling as to what had troubled her, and he didn’t feel the need to push. He wasn’t the type to gossip or to really get involved so he wouldn’t ask the young woman what had made her week so difficult. Instead he just smiled and nodded at her, expecting the interaction to end there. She had other plans for them.

It wasn’t the first time that someone had mentioned either having dated or being related to an artist when witnessing Cal in work. It happened a lot, actually. When she mentioned an ex being an artist, he wasn’t sure how else to react than to kind of offer an awkward half-smile. Glancing between his sketchbook and the girl, he decided to take a sip of his coffee before suddenly saying, “And ye? Are ye an artist?” He winced internally at his own words. Why did he even ask? What was he trying to do? Start a conversation? Heavens no. Callum wasn’t really sure how else to react. He was socially inept, for crying out loud! A problem which only became worse when, unprompted, the girl slid into the booth - Beside him. Now he was pretty sure the correct thing to do was slide in opposite the other person in the booth. Who actually shared one side of a booth? Smothering, grossly in love couples? Yikes. He felt a wave of anxiety crawl up i his spine, forcing the prince to stand straighter and more alert.

Half turning his head to face her, a single brow lifted up towards his widow’s peak, the young man flashed a curious set of blue eyes at the girl and she began speaking. “Callum,” he responded. “My name is Callum.” He wanted to scoff when she commented on him not being from around there. He could have said the same, judging from her London dialect. Or somewhat of a London dialect - the accent lacing her words was definitely British sounding but something made it seem oddly foreign to the boy who grew up in Scotland. Almost like she learned English from a Brit but not in Britain. “Last I checked, no,” he replied after a beat. “I’m from Scotland,” he answered the unspoken question, “The Highlands, if we’re being specific. Kingdom called DunBroch.” He loathed the idea of saying much more, but he added, "Queen Merida’s territory. Perhaps ye’ve heard of it?”

Now, one thing about Ela was that she loved being around others. Years of growing up isolated from society and finding companionship in only her parents and the gorilla’s, as well as other wild animals in the African Jungle, the girl had found herself drawn to know more about each person she met - their interests, their unique traits, what made them tick. Which made her blissfully ignorant to introverts and their desire to... just not engage. The fact that he asked her about herself only open the doors wider as she began comfortable in her seat. “Oh no, not at all. My mom could sketch a little and she would always try to show me but I think I take after my dad a little more on the artistic side of things. Swinging on vines, climbing, taking care of wildlife.”

Once he offered his name, she made mental note to try and remember. “Callum, that’s a nice name.” She offered before taking a sip of her drink and letting him continue to explain his origins. Honestly, Ela was not the more worldly person. She travelled alot, but mostly just back and fourth between Africa and Auradon - and even that was challenging at times with the cost of fares and flights. She knew of Scotland of course, but once he began specifying he might as well been talking about the moon. “I haven’t! But I’d love to hear more about it. Do you miss it?” perhaps it was kind of an invasive question to ask a stranger but, Ela knew how homesick she would get from time to time and there were comfort in numbers when it came to those kind of feelings, she figured.

“I’m from Africa. Deep within the Congo rainforest. Technically it’s my dad’s territory but he’s less of a ruler and more of a protector of the Troop.” she stated easily, as though she was stating that the sky was blue or the grass was green. He reputation as jungle girl was something that she kind of rolled with now, unphased by weather it was a term of endearment or not at this point. After a beat she realized he might not know what a Troop is. “That’s a group of Gorilla’s” she added, just for clarification. “But my mom’s from London, England. Originally. That’s kind of close to you right? We’re practically neighbors.” she joked, gesturing between the two of them as she did so.

#f2f: cal

syd-clayton

They were…friends. Okay maybe they weren’t actual friends, but they had gotten as close to it as Sydney thought they were ever going to get. Never were they going to see eye to eye about the past, but they had at least gotten to the point where Sydney could talk to the girl without wanting to rip out her hair. That had been progress. She looked at her phone again, staring at the text that had caught her off guard, the one meant to hurt her, give her that little extra stab, then she looked up. There was a bit of a tear welling up in her eye, but she quickly brushed that again. Now wasn’t the time for crying, angry or otherwise as Sydney made her way over to the blonde.

“Sterling, Ela, really? Sterling? Don’t you non-Isle bitches have some rule about not sleeping with your friend’s exes?” @elaolivia

elaolivia

Honestly, Ela had gladly blocked out her night with Sterling mentally, vowing to pretend in never happened - hoping that after some time the mistake wouldn’t leave a lasting impression on her friendship with Kaela. Everything in her life was so messy, and leave it the jungle born girl to mess it up even more. Heading to work, she was finally excited to at least have a bit of a clean slate in one aspect of her life. New job, one where she didn’t have to deal with politics or relationship drama. Just protein powder and membership paperwork. Easy peasy.

That good mood lasted about two seconds before she was being confronted by another friend. Kind of friend. Person in which she was on good terms with after some significant animosity. Which had now, obviously resurfaced. “Oh my gods, he told you?” Ela asked, confused and clearly disgruntled. “What is he, five?”

Obviously he stupid one night stand, 3am drunken hook-up wasn’t meant to hurt anybody in the first place, but she couldn’t possibly be blamed for this could she. “Sydney, I’m sorry but I didn’t even know you two have history. I barely know the guy and it’s not like you and I have engaged in tons of talk about our past love lives?” Shaking her head, she finally stopped walking so that she could look at the girl she was speaking to. “It was a stupid drunken, one night think ‘cause I was upset about then engagement news. I can guarantee it’s not going to happen again.” The blonde stated, hoping Sydney would sympathize a little with the whole situation.

#f2f: sydney

nate-thana

Today was the day. He was getting married. It must have been the fifth time he tried to get the bowtie just right, staring at his reflection in the mirror before finally throwing up his hands in exhaustion. “I can’t do this.” Whether or not that meant the bow or the wedding, Nate honestly wasn’t sure any more. Everything had turned far more stressful that he wanted, far more stressful than either of them wanted honestly. People in their wedding parties weren’t the biggest fans of each other, the wedding was getting far too much attention - though really what could he expect given who his bride was - and everything just felt weird.

Suddenly Ela’s offer to pack bags and run away was far too appealing to say no to. Behind him Nate heard the door to the groom suite open and he watched as his best maiden stepped inside. Eventually he would learn exactly how it was that Ela knew to come to him when he needed her the most without him saying a word.

“El, I don’t know how to do this. Any of it. I can’t get the fucking bowtie to work, my suit jacket is sitting weird, I don’t know if I can do this…I’m getting…scared. Let’s do that thing from before, pack the bags and just run away. We could run to the jungle!” @elaolivia

elaolivia

While this was honestly the most uncomfortable situation ever, being in a wedding party with Triss... having to walk with her ex boyfriend and just the general tension in the air, Ela honestly easily swallowed all that pain and discomfort in favor of celebration and joy for one of her best friend’s big day. Nate was getting married, and she honestly, truly felt like it was to his soulmate. Today was a day for celebrating and she would do just that, with him, and as the best man/matron person, she was ready to help with whatever he needed.

In this moment, it appeared that what he needed was to avoid a breakdown. The minute Ela noticed the panic in his expression, followed by the statement that he couldn’t do what he was about to do, she remained calm and sauntered over to him, placing a hand on each shoulder. “Okay, first, lets take the jacket off before putting the bowtie on, it’s just getting in the way.” Ela said, tackling one task at a time as she pulled the jacket from his shoulders and carefully set it aside before re-positioning the untied bowtie around his neck. “this is a big day, it would be weird if you weren’t scared.” Ela began, as soothing as possible as she did her best with the garment around his neck. “But all of this is just icing on a cake. The icing doesn’t matter, it’s just for show. The cake of all this - is that you two love each other and want to be together for the long haul. No matter what happens today, that stays true. And you’re not gonna let fear get in the way of that, because you are strong and capable and you can handle 20 minutes of discomfort if it means a lifetime of happiness with Olivia, right?” she reassured, finally straightening it before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay.” she stated before walking to the nearby end table and grabbing pouring two shots from the flask she had put in her handbag. She wasn’t about to send him down the isle drunk or anything, but a shot to ease the nerves felt like a good idea. “Take this, then try the jacket. I guarantee it’ll feel ten times better.”

#f2f: nate #//this is 100 years late I'm sorry

mylifeisafightsong

#About: ela #opp: sterling

text message ✉️ Sterling 🚫🚫🚫

STERLING: because we did.....?

STERLING: i told /one/ person, and it was to make her stfu

STERLING: kaela saw me leaving so not much i had to do there....other than that, that's the only person i've told.

ELA: ...okay? Do you send out a press release everytime you get off or is this a new members feature??

ELA: well that /one/ person is the second person to chew me out about it so can you just not?

ELA: Kaela doesn't count I would have had to tell her anyways.

#Text: sterling

TRISS:

Triss wasn’t really sure what the conversation with Ela was going to be like. She knew that it wasn’t a easy subject matter. But they needed to find some kind of common ground. Ela was a friend. She didn’t want her to hate her. She’s already ruined things with Sterling. She just needed to try with Ela. Out of habit she shifted things around her apartment nervously. A way for her to release some of the anxiety that she held in her body. She was also feeling the consequences of all the champagne she’d drank at the ball too. She was thankful she didn’t do anything to crazy. That would have gone over horribly. Especially with everyone’s eyes on them.

Hearing the door she stilled for a moment. Stealing her nerves for what was to come. She imagine it was going to go better then the conversation with Sterling. Or at least she hopped it did. Finally willing her feet to move she went to open the door. A soft smile on her lips as she did so “Hey, come in.” she offered moving out of the way so that the girl could enter. “I have coffee or tea if you want anything to drink.” she added pushing the door shut and easily slipping in to the kitchen. Even when she was nervous she had the compulsion to be a good hostess.

Ok, it was weird. And that was coming from a girl who generally didn't read social ques all that well. But just casually walking into the apartment of her exe's fiancé, whom which was her friend and whose ex Ela had only just ushered out of her own apartment, it was all very tangled and messy and as though it came out of a dramatic soap opera. Yet, here she was with Triss and the room was calm and the girl opposite of her was offering beverages and Ela suddenly regretted showing already.

What even was there to say that hadn't been said? It was clear what was going forward. Was today meant to smooth things over enough so that no one had to feel bad anymore? "I didn't come here for tea" Ela finally replied. She wasn't sharp or icy in her tone. She was just sad, and tired, and ready for this all to be over. "What did you want to talk about Triss?" Moving forward into the room, she honestly wasn't expecting much more than an apology. Which could have easily been done over text. Still, this was her friend, and if anything else was to follow, she would at the very least hear it.

#F2f: triss

CALLUM

This year’s winter had been somewhat merciless in Auradon proper. The slight chill of yesterday was quickly turning into howling winds and the occasional rain into snow flurries. The city was wet, cold and miserable to top it all off. Callum had regretted stepping out almost instantly, but once both feet were past the door he had no choice but to press on. The holidays had gifted him with pay on several projects he’d spent his fall slaving over, and he had been meaning to get a new sketchbook once he’d finished his current one. Of course that plan had been shot down when a waiter spilled a coffee carafe all over his sketchbook before he could finish it but nevertheless a new one was needed. So that had been his first stop; check in at the local art store, chatting up the shop owners who’d come to know the boy on a friendlier level than most, leaving with a three new sketchbooks in hand - mixed media, watercolor pad, and his favorite toned tan spiraled book - as well as a box of oil pastels and a new set of nibs for sketching. “Aye, Happy Christmas ye little shite,” he murmured to himself as he tucked the bag of things beneath his arm. Tugging his jacket tighter around his slender form, the young man stepped out into the frigid weather again.

The exposed skin of his face and neck stung as the icy winds nipped at his flesh, causing a rosy sheen to take to his ears and nose. Callum wasn’t typically bothered by the cold and wet - it was year round back home - but he wasn’t as well dressed for the conditions as he would have typically been. He’d been in an odd rush that morning and stepped out prematurely. He would have just gone straight back to his dorm to break into his newly acquired art supplies but his body was yearning for something to break the chill settling into his bones. Seeing the sign for Belle’s straight up ahead, Callum opted to make a detour into the coffee house. Stumbling into line, he was occupied shaking out his hat-matted curls, at first completely unaware of the scene happening before him. It really wasn’t until he heard murmurs from the patrons lined up behind him, followed by the somewhat loud exclamation from the girl in front of him. It seemed as though the girl had forgotten her wallet, and was stepping aside to forfeit her drink. Callum watched her briefly before stepping up to the barista. He quickly rattled off his order - a black coffee and one of their warm pastries. He was growing fond of the idea of sitting in for a while, sketching and enjoying a drink and something sweet.

And he could have had that, all in solitude, but that would change. For as quickly as he ordered his drink, Callum swiftly added, “And add her’s to my order,” nodding towards the girl who hadn’t yet escaped the cafe. The barista had seemed confused momentarily - perhaps it was because of the brusque way he’d said it, or that fact that Callum himself hadn’t even acknowledged the girl yet. Nodding to his request, they went off to prepare his drink and warm his pastry. Cal half turned towards the girl, grabbing her already prepared order and handing it to her. “Here ye are,” he said softly, nodding at her. “It’s bloody baltic out there, wouldnae want ye ta freeze or somethin’.” He wasn’t sure why he was explaining himself - he wasn’t real sure why he’d decided to pay her drink anyway. Receiving his own order, he paid for their stuff he silently wandered off to an empty table in the furthest corner of the cafe, pulling out the toned tan sketchbook and oil pastels to begin on that quiet afternoon of sketching he’d been daydreaming about.

Standing away from the counter, Ela began replying to a text from Ava, opting to do it now while she was inside loitering rather than suffering in the cold, attempting to text and walk and not freeze all at the same time. She paid no attention to the customers that followed behind her after her little mishap, so when a tall stranger with a thick accent and a friendly but reserved nature handed her her drink, Ela slowly took it but offered no verbal reply, a bit caught off guard. 'Oh' she breathed, honestly taking a moment to actually register what he was saying. And as soon as he'd come, he had swiftly made his way towards the back of the building.

After a beat, Ela quickly followed suit. "hey, wait --" the blonde exclaimed, walking fast enough toc catch up but not so fact to spill the got drink that was currently warming her hands back to a comfortable temperature. Looking down at him now that he was seat, Ela offered him a smile. Probably the first time she has smiled since the whole engagement scandal, then fight with best friend, following regretful hook up and media backlash had all come forth. "Thank you, that was really nice of you." Ela began, motioning to the cup in her hands. "I honestly have had the week from hell so it probably seems like small potatoes.... But it's not. It's huge potato's. It's elephant sized potatoes. I would know."

After a beat, Ela looked down at the supplies on the table. "Oh you're an artist! Cool. My ex is an artist" Maybe it was just nice to talk to someone who didn't look at her with judgement or sympathy, or both, but the blonde found herself easily starting conversation, instead of just taking her coffee and going. "Not my most recent ex, my ex before that." She explained, though it really didn't need explaining to what was a total stranger. Still, she was gonna have to get used to the idea of Mitch being her ex, which dimed her her smile slightly before she dismissed that thought for a later time.

Easily sliding into the booth beside him, feeling strange looking down at him as she spoke but somewhat ignorant to the idea of asking if she could do so, Ela set her drink down. "I'm Ela, by the way." Naturally curious about other people, she wasted no time before making assumptions. His accent was far from her mother's London dialect, but she couldn't quite place it. Over a year settled in Auradon had expanded her horizons in many ways but well travelled outside of the jungle and Auradon City, she was not "You're not from here, are you? --"

#F2f: cal

TEXT: ORIONELA

ORION: You know it's impossible for me not to worry when it comes to certain things, Ela.

ORION: Bad shit happens, but you have to just...try to get through it.

ORION: It sucks right now, I know it does, it's valid to feel like that.

ORION: I think that is a way safer alternative, although I'm not in expert in safe coping mechanisms, ice cream seems like a better bet. For you and your liver.

ELA: Well, I'm sorry for making you worry.

ELA: I hear you

ELA: I'm working on it. The getting though it, part

ELA: also, I meant to ask you if you can send me the template for your studio event flyer. I'm gonna be on the desk at damsels for a little bit so I could put a pile on the front desk

ELA: probably a bigger draw from the gym and student crowd than anyone in the council scene

#Text: orion

text message ✉ Ava

Ava: calm down, idiot, you're stressing me out over the phone and I need to avoid being stressed out so I can keep Oliva's wedding party from falling apart

Ava: As....lucrative as I think selling your underwear to strangers on the internet would be, how about you come work for me instead?

Ava: you'd be front of the house at Damsels so your only job would be to talk to people and tell them where to go. Only catch is that the boss is a real fucking bitch.

Ava: Here's your sign, Britney

ELA: the wedding party is not going to fall apart. I love literally everyone involved too much to let that happen

ELA: You're gonna sell my underwear?

ELA: Oh at damsels lol

ELA: as much as I appreciate the offer, taking a job from someone I loved is what got me in this mess in the first place

ELA: and damsels is your baby

#Text: ava

stan-lees

#About: ela #opp: sterling

#//Jo wanted me to be a copy cat #this goes for all my children

text message ✉️ Sterling 🚫🚫🚫

ELA: hey quick question

ELA: WHY are you telling people we banged??

#Text: sterling

It was freezing outside, Ela had spent one winter in Auradon suffering through the cold but this year it seemed much worse. Far more bitter. Perhaps the novelty of winter wore off when she wasn't spending it with a significant other or goofing off with her best friend. Now she pulled a touque down over her ears and finally escaped inside Belle's, making sure with a gaze through the window that it was empty enough to avoid any gossip columnists or nosey Auradomions who would question her about the king's new engagement.

Head down, she stood in a short line quietly before it was her turn to order. There was only one barista on staff, who was both taking the order and making the drinks, so it took a moment of idling before the fancy whipped top latte she ordered was placed in front of her. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she rooted around feeling nothing but mints and a loose receipt, confusion washing over her features upon the absence of her cash and cards.

Then she remembered. She had changed coats upon the cold weather warning and hadn't remembered to throw her cards or cash in her pockets when she left the apartment. To be fair, there was a million and one things on her mind, she was far more distracted than normal. That reasoning didn't stop her from throwing her head back in what might have looked like a dramatic reaction to anyone near by.

"why is this my life" she exclaimed, out loud - to herself but loud enough that those nearby shot her looks that ranged from concerned to annoyed. Sighing, she shook her head before addressing the barista again. "I'm so sorry I forgot my money" the blonde explained, feeling immediately guilty for wasting the person's time and well, coffee and such - after a moment, she stepped aside as to get out of the next customers way. @calofdunbroch

#f2f: cal

texts - nate & ela

NATE: Fear I guess. This isn't something I ever planned for and it all just sort of happened. I do love Liv I guess I've just been feeling really distant from her lately and distance mixed with an already established fear of what I'm getting into...it's a lot.

ELA: trust me, I Get that.

ELA: but you two are meant to be together, having this fear kick in so late in the game is natural , I think, to a big change.

ELA: and if you really wanna bail and leave Auradon forever I will pack our bags

ELA: but I don't think that's what you want at all.

ELA: let's do something stress relieving before the big day

ELA: like one of those rooms where we can smash things together

#Text: Nate

texts - tristan & ela

TRISTAN: That's understandable.

ELA: Yeah.

ELA: Good talk...

#Text: Tristan

TEXT: ORIONELA

ORION: am i annoyed, yeah. i can admit that. doesn't mean i don't care about you and want to make sure you're taking care of yourself...?

ORION: in due time things will get better, they always do, even if they feel like they won't....trust me, i know.

ORION: cmon, you love it out here.

ELA: I just needed to night of being slightly more stupid than normal. Now I'm back to my harmless, average level of stupidity. So, you don't have to worry.

ELA: (...)

ELA: I know, I do. But it doesn't seem to love me, evidently.

ELA: I'm just wallowing, I don't wanna leave my friends...

ELA: bottom line I am no longer drowning my sorrows in tequila I have graduated rocky road ice cream. It's safer but still might end in me vomiting

#Text: orion

text message ✉ Ava

Ava: dear gods Ela what the fuck

Ava: what are you going to talk about? I can't fathom how this is going to go

Ava: well if you need a ride out of there I'll show up with a horse drawn carriage and a foam bat so i can hit you properly

Ela: I KNOW I know I know I know I know I know I know

Ela: I don't know, maybe she wants to apologize some more? Convince me to keep my job on Mitch's council

Ela: Luckily for me, I have a degree in anthropology I don't intend on using so I should be fine

Ela: selling my underwear to strangers on the internet is always an option

Ela: that's oddly both vaguely threatening and super endearing

Ela: to quote Britney Spears, hit me baby

#text: ava

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