𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ / 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 !

ANAÏS MATTHIEU / 22 / HESTIA the sun on your face on your shoulders its golden mouth whispering (so it seems) you! you! you!

[euanais]

“love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”   —  ursula k. le guin, the lathe of heaven

BIO + STATS • CONNECTIONS • WANTED CONNECTIONS • PINTEREST • MUSINGS 

[miaxeu]

      et voilà ! mia avec sa céfran préférée dans les montagnes ! c'est un petit voyage bien mérité ( du moins selon mia ) après le truc de ouf qui s'est passé dans sa maison. la légende ajoutée est une blague d'anaïs, quelqu'un qui, grâce à ses pouvoirs, n'est pas dérangée par le froid. d'autre part, nous avons mia, presque gelée. ce n'est pas non plus de se plaindre, les deux pratiquement inséparables depuis qu'elle est revenue.

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[euanais]

miaxeu​:

*

     THERE’S A ONGOING BATTLE for her attention, waged between the upright bottles on the far side of the tent that taunt her and the other demigod beside mia telling her stories about home. the latter wins, too easily that it was hardly a fight at all. “ i agree, ” mia plainly responds, still regarding anaïs with a grin as they continue to throw their rings. she puts down her own and nudges them toward’s ana’s side on the counter, more ammo for the other to vie for the prize. “ i’d say it feels like a movie set, but that wouldn’t be accurate at all. ” it feels trite to put it into words at the risk of ruining the moment, so mia leaves it at that and continues to cheer every time the hoop almost passes through the neck, half-hollers sidetracked by a groan as the adrenaline rushes back to her. “ oh, and if i don’t get my blue ape, then i might just be traumatized from fairs and carnivals altogether. ” the teasing’s apparent and made even more clear by the smirk on her features. “ such a shame, really, considering ” mia amps up before she shifts the sound of her voice, echoing anaïs’ french accent. “ this is first time i am at one, uninterrupted and unscripted. ”

🌷

        she only looks over for a moment, she thinks if she looks too long she’ll lose her focus on the game, too content with being around her at the moment but intent on winning the prize. she’s not surprised at the attempt to connect it to the movies, ana is well aware by now how much her work influences her, she thinks you can’t really have one without the other, but she nods and shoots her a wink, and turns back to focus on the game. “shame, i guess the fate of your newfound carnival experience rests on the expertise of the flick of my wrist,” she retorts, another toss. she’s lulled into a focus, wincing every time the plastic clinks off the bottles until she’s on her last ring. she stops, and looks at it, then at mia, and grins, then blows it a kiss. “for good luck,” she says, and then tosses it one last time, as it lands right on the bottle. 

[euanais]

miaxeu​:

*

      HER BOTTOM LIP JUTS OUT in a pout, warily eyeing the ring passed to her before teasing, “ does this mean im not getting my prize ? ” then switching with ana without any more protest. “ i’ve passed by a few during travels. ” bruxelles, des tuileries, but mia could never stay long enough, a quick hour between trains the most she got from it ; the rides deemed a liability by her mother who had them both bound by contract. “ and of course, carnival episodes are a tv staple so there was always one somewhere in the studios, ” mia recounts detached from emotion, easily getting swept up in the game, but she can sense the sentiment behind the question. if mia were to take note of every single thing she missed in her life growing up, every moment robbed from her by her work, then she’d never get anything done. “ okay, this is actually — hold on, ” she laughs mid-throw, pausing to tie her hair up as she asks distracted, “ what about you ? carnivals, i mean. been to a lot ? ”

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          “and what if i said you were not? what would you do?” she teases, with a grin on her face. “don’t worry your little head, i have this,” she says, simply, taking the rest of her rings and standing besides mia. popcorn set on the counter, safely, they’re side by side, ana splitting the rings up between them, as they continue their unsuccessful attempts for the coveted blue orangutan. “so this is the first time you are at one, uninterrupted and unscripted,” she replies, a sly glance over to the other. she is not trying to make mia examine her own life, especially considering the amount she’s gone through in the past three months alone, but she is curious. she likes learning about her, she doesn’t want to stop learning about her. “it is harder than it looks,” she says, with a giggle. “me? when i was little. when i still lived in france. it was not like we got many excursions at camp,” she replies, simply, and memories of it only remain a blur of neon lights. “but i like them. i like the atmosphere. i like forgetting for a little and just having fun, you know?” an escape, this is what they felt like. a temporary reprieve of neon lights and fried foods.

[euanais]

richfieldeu​:

closed for @euanais

their eyes were too busy gazing at the rollercoaster that soared above them to pay attention to where her legs were taking her. before they knew it, skye had bumped into someone. in any other circumstance, they would have just ignored it and moved on, but after seeing it was anais, they thought at least a soft apology was in order. “sorry –” they began. “i wasn’t paying attention.”

     it’s not that they hate skye, it’s just-- it’s weird, you know? it’s been years and it’s still weird, and anaïs, who prides themselves on helping people with interpersonal relationships, finds herself really sucking at maintaining her own. “oh-- it is alright,” she says, near immediately, when she realizes who it is. “no worries. it is pretty busy around here, yes? it is easy to get ahead of yourself.” she follows their gaze to the rollercoaster. “have you been on it yet?”

[euanais]

miaxeu​:

*

      SHE LETS A HUM BE HER RESPONSE, leaning back to give anaïs space as mia moves to nibble on the carnival popcorn, more for the theatrics than the taste as she watches them struggle with amusement. “ i mean, i’m just saying that i think it’s cute, but you’re your own person, matt. ” she makes no effort in faking it, cheap coyness part and parcel with the whole experience that’s too easy to get lost in — the lights, the snacks, the noise, the first love winning prizes and flirting. but the time mia spent ealier on the grounds still linger in her head, her conversation with noor reminding her that this feeling of warmth is simply the default for children of hestia and that ana is still very much her own person, and not in any way mia’s.

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         anaïs laughs, clear and genuine, and scoffs at her statement, before reaching over and grabbing a handful of popcorn, popping a few kernels in her mouth. “cute, yeah, okay,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes. “i am my own person, but i am certain that we should all live a little. try new things. have you been to a lot of carnivals in your life, mia?” she can’t quite imagine someone who has been working since they were a child had much of the normal childhood experiences. in fact, she knows on some level that mia has not. she passes her a ring, and takes the popcorn from her, gently nudging to switch places. “come on, throw it, it is cute enough, right?” 

[euanais]

eujax​:

          there’s a thousand different words jax imagined saying to anaïs, a hundred different moments he still wishes to share with them, but they still render him speechless with a simple hi. or it’s the overwhelming amount of weed he’s smoked that day, still not stopping even into the night. “ i love funnel cake, “ is his short reply. he suddenly forgets the massive pile of kabobs he finished eating twenty minutes ago as well as his current destination of his bedroom, because even if it’s a drunken hunger driving her, he’s thankful for the moment. as they joined the line, he broke the silence the only way he knew how. “ did you know they’re one of the first american fried foods ? and also, it’s named a funnel cake because the batter is poured through a funnel to make it’s silly little shape. “ yes, he did read up on carnival facts before the first day, and no, there was no limit to who he’d tell them to. 

          it’s not like she’s angry. it is an emotion that anaïs really feels, because usually, there is some physical consequences regarding her pyrokinesis, but anaïs is confused. and upset. and so many other things at once. but in the moment, she doesn’t try to push the subject or talk it out (she doesn’t think she’s in the state to do so, currently) so she simply just is. she missed him, of course she did, but the sudden reappearance has put much into perspective. brows shoot up as jax begins to regale funnel cake fun facts, and if they were a little more sober, she thinks it could be weird, but it only manages to bring a crooked grin to their face. “i have never had one,” she admits, tucking her hair behind her ear and tilting her face up to him. “they are not a thing in france. i suppose the closest thing we have to that are beignets, which i have had plenty of, but i always see them in movies and wanted to try them, you know?” she pauses. “did you... study for the carnival?” 

[euanais]

where: somewhere amongst the concessions with: @eujax​ 

     it’s the whatever night of the carnival, and anaïs isn’t completely here. physically, maybe, but it’s been about five hours since she’s started partying and there’s only been a lull right now. and the only reason for that is because she’s drunk and hungry. she doesn’t see him at first, but he appears in her line of vision, illuminated by the bright neons of these cheesy food trucks. she thinks perhaps under different circumstances, she’d still be avoiding him. but she doesn’t. no. “hi,” she says, simply, though, it’s very clear to see she’s attempting to fake sobriety. “i should be still upset with you.” it’s not a pointed statement, just an observation, perhaps a bit slurred. “but-- tonight, i think i can get over it for a bit. only... if you get me a funnel cake. do we have a deal?”

[euanais]

miaxeu​:

event starter for @euanais​, set at the outdoor game alley

    THE MOMENT COMMITS ITSELF to her memory. with or without mia’s consent, the image of anaïs crazily focused on winning at a carnival game’s now seared in her mind. “ i feel pointless for me to tell you for the nth time that these are rigged, so let me just — ” mia makes a show of passing another bank note to the operator, the sound of the rides and screams still not loud enough to drown out her laughs. “ — enjoy whatever this is. ” mia gestures at the scene as she inches closer to be heard, leaning in a little to whisper as though she wouldn’t dare break their focus. “ if you do win  a prize though, you should know i think the blue orangutan is cute. ”

🌷

      they’re focused on the task at hand, which is fling rings onto glass bottles in order to win on of the very cheap stuffed toys hanging from the booth. anaïs grins at mia. “ah, c’est la vie, are we here to talk about the technicalities, mia?” she asks, playfully, eyes turning towards the bottles as they receive their plastic rings. eyes narrow, tongue stuck out just slightly as they begin to fling the rings out. the whisper nearly throws her off, or perhaps the closeness, but she keeps at it, pausing only once to look at mia. “well, i guess now we are gunning for the blue orangutan, no? my aim is good. trust me.”

[euanais]

euiker​:

For the longest of time, his friendship with Ana had been pretty incidental. Sometimes they seemed more acquaintances than friends, but in the past couple of months, that had changed. He felt more at ease around them, and it didn’t really have anything to do with them being a child of Hestia, he simply began to see them more as a confidant than just a random friend. “I’ve never been selective in my whole life, I don’t know where you get that from,” he scoffs as he stirs his drink with the straw watching it swirl. “I have no evidence, but not really any doubt that I’d be an amazing step-father. You know what? I don’t think that’s very Hestia of you, I think you should help me figure out this new desire in my life. I want to become a family man and here you are crashing my dreams.” He shakes his head, something to add more drama to his comment, before taking a long sip from the milkshake. “Then why are we sold the idea that you do have to be in love to be happy?” If anything, the only one who had tried selling him that idea was his mother, which already should be a sign that it was bullshit. The idea that someone could be content on their own baffled him but the mere thought of testing that theory terrified him. “Oh shit, I didn’t realize I was before royalty. I will watch my manners then, your highness.” He rolls his eyes but as soon as they start speaking he gives them all his attention. “You don’t believe in that, do you?” he asks, clearing his throat before elaborating, “I just don’t think there’s just one person for everyone. Maybe I’m too cynical, but sounds too good to be true, and what happens if you lose that person? Is it over?”

          “iker, please, i feel like your middle name is selective,” they retort, with a teasing grin shot in his direction. the rapport they’ve since built in the absence (and subsequent return) of a certain someone something they have found themselves almost looking forward to. they sip at their milkshake, gesturing with it as he tries to make a case for himself. “uh-uh, uh, i am not crushing your dreams, iker, i just don’t want me to be apart of that goal. i am sure you will find a nice person with many children one day and fulfill your strangely specific goal, and i support it. just do not bring me in it.” she nods along to the question, fiddling with the straw in her cup as she shrugs and looks over at him. “i feel like that question is beyond my knowledge,” she tells him. “perhaps for your mom when you see her next.” but she thinks they’re both victims of that idea, anaïs knowing very well they were the type to get caught up in the idea of being in love. “do i believe that? no,” she says, with an immediate shake of her head. “i do not believe there is just one person for everyone. but i cannot speak to people’s personal preferences.” though, she has tried many times with rené, it is the few times their conversations devolved into ‘arguments’ (or as close to an argument as they get). “he’s moved on, definitely, he just simply does not want to anymore. and who am i to tell him what to do?”

[euanais]

miaxeu​:

*

     HER EYES FOLLOW THE INK as it glides across the cast, the few moments of suspense hold her captive long enough to draw out a genuine smile. “ le minou ! ah, c’est parfait !” mia echoes and adds, amused as she recognizes the lines and dots now marking her arm — curly, the cat plush she got anaïs back when they were kids. “ so, matt … ” she starts again after a minute, the old nickname’s use so obvious she’s practically translucent. the prologue like a trailer giving too much away. “ how does dinner in exchange for board sound tonight ? ” she tries to make it sound lighter than it is, more for decency than deception, secure in knowing that ana, more than most, would understand how she chooses to or not to speak. “ restaurant. take out. i could even cook. any, really ; your pick. ”

         the joke is lost, but it’s no matter to anaïs either way. she is has simply managed to make her smile in the slightest and that is enough for her. at the mention of the nickname, anaïs looks up from her work, head tilting towards mia to figure out just exactly what is coming next, but she has a feeling she already knows. it is not like she can’t say she doesn’t look forward to mia’s sleepovers, but there’s a sense of comfort there that was quickly established. “it does not need to be in exchange, it could simply be with,” she reminds her, with a small smile, though she doesn’t question mia’s methods (always). “but are you offering to cook for a child of hestia? i do love a homecooked meal. but if you are bluffing, we could perhaps simply get lorenzo’s. i could go for some pasta.” 

[euanais]

eudaphne​:

“Mortal Magic.” Daphne laughed as anais spoke about the deceptively large bag she carried around. “Well if you’re sure, that’s really nice of you - mine is actually on it’s last legs, fraying wires and all, that’s probably why it didn’t charge in the first place.” Daphne quickly plugged the cord into her phone and into a power bank she had letting out a sigh of relief. “I have a shift tonight after my class.” she let out an exhausted ‘ugh’. “I hate closing, I think i’m with Amelia, tonight, which means i’m by myself. She always disappears on me.” 

           “how very mary poppins of you,” they tease, a grin on their face slowly spreads. with a wave of a hand, they nod at daphne. “i mean, personally, my phone is always dying, so i had to learn really quickly that i need like six of these on hand or else i would be practically unreachable,” they joke, and glance over at daphne. “but i can part with one for a good cause. a fellow friend in need.” nose scrunches as they know night shifts kind of suck. “ugh, i am sorry, at least it will be sort of quiet, yeah? tuesday nights are never super busy, so maybe you can catch up on some homework or something.” 

[thelovejournals]

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.

L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk (via thelovejournals)

[euanais]

miaxeu​:​

*

     “ IT’S GONE BY TOMORROW. it should be four more weeks, but gotta love, apollo, right ? ” mia crosses over ana to take the cigarette from their hand, grin teasing ‘cause they’d know better than to expect genuine gratitude from mia. “ and please, as if i didn’t know you’d be demanding to doodle on me like a six-year-old. ” she pulls out a blue sharpie from her purse and hands it to them, sly grin and tilted head mirrored all the same. they’ve grown into a habit these past few days, anaïs her new constant with all that’s happened, an old comfort rediscovered, with mia refusing to discern exactly what that means. “ consider me your personal etch-a-sketch, and go crazy. ” a long drag’s taken as she holds out her arm, waiting in silence for whatever mark they’d like to leave.

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              “ah, then a perfect opportunity to draw a penis, no?” she announces, and trades the cigarette for the sharpie. it is a joke, because anaïs, as much as she is open, is very rarely vulgar in the way many young adults oft are. she grins over at mia and uncaps the marker with her teeth, hunching her arm to find the one, of few, spots left open on it. it starts with a circle, three lines dash at the top, the two dots signaling the eyes and then finally the ears. when she pulls away from the masterpiece, she flourishes her hand and caps the marker. “et voilà, le minou, instead,” she teases, glancing up at her, an attempt to relieve the stress that has been following mia, she’s sure, for a while now. “what do you think? personally, i think you should save the cast to hang in a museum once they cut it off.” 

[euanais]

euophelia​:

-

“i skipped class.” it’s not an answer to anais’ question about whether she’s been over there the whole time, but an explanation as to why. the drawings weren’t necessarily anything special, but they look good for being a quick, slightly undetailed sketch. there was no question about who it was in the picture, but there was definitely room for more detail. the compliment does nothing to shrink her ego, already a little big considering all of the people she’d given drawings to today. “it’s way too nice to sit inside all day. so yeah. you’re like … the fourth person i’ve given a sketch to.”

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         no judgement on their end-- gods know they’ve skipped often for the silliest of reasons. sometimes class just didn’t seem like a good use of time. but she stares at the sketch in her hands, and studies it, wishing, only slightly, she had the ability to draw beyond the same three things she always does. though, she supposes her drawings align more with doodles than actual art. “that makes sense,” she says, with a shrug. “are you going to keep at it? because i was going to go get something from tea-o-logy before my next class, do you want to come?”

[euanais]

lucaeu​:

WHO: @euanais​​ WHERE: Rereads

          A library mouse, Luca much rather the quiet and peaceful environment of the library but as much as he loves his comfort place there’s something that Rereads has that the library lacks: Anaïs. He knows it’s stupid to have a crush when he’s a quarter of a century old, but he does and it doesn’t present a problem. Luca knows that he will die before Anaïs finds out and he’s come to terms with that fate. His usually sheepishly smile grows a bit as soon as he walks into the local and sees her. “Bonjour, Anaïs,” he says but as soon as the words leave his lips he feels like cringing, not because his French is not good but because he simply feels a bit lame around her which was silly because Anaïs had always been nice to him. “Uh, I ordered a book a couple of weeks ago, I’m just passing by to see if it’s here now.”

🌷

       seeing luca is always a delight-- his quiet nature something that very clearly juxtaposes with anaïs’ general extroverted demeanor. for as long as she’s known him, he’s been nothing but pleasant and soft spoken, which is something, she thinks, that she perhaps needs around at times, appreciative of the times they can simply sit in silence. she’s shelving books when he comes in, nearly startling when he greets her, as usual stuck in her own little world. but she sees him and grins. “ah, luca, bonjour,” she greets, brightly. “ça va?” she turns to face him, listening as he explains his need, and nods, once, and gestures him to follow her. she books it to the desk with the computer containing their files and orders and logs on. “well, if it is a book you are looking for, i think you may be in the right place. what is the name? i will check to see if we got it yet.”