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Kristin Kreuk

“So there is,” she agreed. It was evident the brunette hadn’t expected to be correct. The amazement in her face made that clear. Additionally, it was this expressiveness that interested Naomi. She seemed like the type who wore their emotions on their face which was a rarity in a society that tended to grow more and more desensitized. “Well, I’m glad I could serve as such then. Some people would’ve sent me off with a curt nod and glare to boot for intruding on their workout time.” Though she’d already categorized the woman as kind, Naomi was still surprised by how much she seemed to welcome her company. It was a nice feeling and not one many people in New York gave. Though fiercely independent, there was no doubt she enjoyed a nice chat from time to time. “Pleasure, Evie,” Naomi glanced at her hands. “I’d shake your hand but that might be a little awkward with the gloves on.”

evelynxarcher

“I think just most people here fool themselves into thinking that they don’t have time for anyone who isn’t already in their life. I’ve never known a place like it.” As many cities that she’d seen and lived in, she knew people were right when they said New York wasn’t like anywhere else. It was by far the most emotionally place she’d been to and the sadness she felt about that was clear in her voice. “I just think you could be missing out on something really special when you dismiss someone with just a nod or a look of disinterest. That’s how you get lonely.” Although, she now knew that sometimes loneliness wasn't caused by your own lack of trying. Laughing the comment about the gloves, Evie was pleased to have a more cheery subject to move onto. “Knowing me it’s be awkward even without the gloves on. Unless flowers are involved I’m pretty much hopelessly uncoordinated and even when they are involved my coordination is patchy.” With a slightly sheepish smile at her admission, Evie gave a little shrug. She was what she was, after all, clumsiness was hardly the worst trait to have and knowing her luck Naomi would have been witness to her tripping over her own feet on her way out.

#naomi #gc:naomi #this got longer than expected I'm sorry!

rcmanmyers

While 1944 New York City was nothing but busy this time of day, the lively chatter of the somewhat musty joint was enough to drown out the plethora of car honks and men yelling. Knowing his time home was dwindling, Roman had decided to take advantage of what little days he had left. After all, there was no guarantee he would come back. So, fancying himself a repose from the high life, he’d stopped by the building in the hopes of catching an old friend or two. However, when he stepped inside, the young, vibrant men that had once filled the room were replaced by older folks, all talking over one another in the hopes of being heard. The scene hadn’t been what he’d expected but neither did it surprise him. He knew where those young men were. Walking over to the empty pool table, Roman gently picked up two cue sticks. Turning around, he looked for a suitable opponent before his eyes met that of someone else. He offered out the cue. “Up for a friendly game?”

evelynxarcher

The place was one she knew quite well, rather surprising consider that despite how long she’d lived in New York things constantly passed her by. But this place she walked by every time she left walk and made the trek home, it was also somewhere she was sure Roman had mentioned, though it could have easily been someone else. So, when she’d finished her work far earlier than planned, knowing that Roman hadn’t expected her back for a good few hours, she decided to pop in on her way home just in case he was there. Every moment was precious and while she could have easily waited, she knew she’d regret not at least seeing if he was there. As luck would have it, she made eye contact with her husband almost as soon as she walked through the doorway. Making her way over with a smile on her face, she took the cue from his hands, trying to work out exactly how she was going to attempt this. “I can’t promise I’ll be much of an opponent but I’ll give it a go.” Her willingness to try new tings had yet to lead her wrong and despite the fact that she knew she was likely to only provide some entertainment for those around her, Evie wasn’t about to miss the chance to do something new with Roman. “You’ll have to show me how it’s done though.”

#roman #gc:roman #1944:roman #au:roman #pavtimewarp

“What we have done for ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world, remains and is immortal”

#pavtasks #pavtimewarp #au #1944 bio

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#photos #face

Evie Archer Moodboard 1/?

#moodboard #cd

dach1x1-blog

Basil continued giving her a weird look, figuring he was either being pranked or something just wasn’t right here. The notion that she was new to her money wouldn’t have been surprising at all. People who were born to it just didn’t…act like that. Her attitude was decidedly ‘pauper’ on the princess scale. He crossed his arms and laughed at her response, not cruelly, but more out of disbelief.

“Seriously?” He said again, grinning, amused. “My family’s been mining diamonds for three generations. You’ve got a flower shop.” He shook his head and laughed again. “‘Must be a fucking good one, I’ll say that much. Or are you here living with someone?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Friend or…sugar daddy?”

evelynxarcher

All her life she’d been subjected to other people’s scrutiny, no more than anyone else she supposed just she tended to fall short of their ideals. The weird look her gave her and the laugh that come from him only saddened her. Evie never had been able to understand why people couldn’t accept other’s differences. They were what made people individuals and yet as much as people preached about different being better they still wanted to slot others into roles and tropes.

Even though she now had money she still didn’t match up to other people’s wealth, generations of money that she’d never have any claim of knowledge of. Still, despite her gaze falling slightly and the smile dropping from her face she wasn’t about to let someone diminish her achievement. “It is a good one, actually. I worked hard for it and -” The rest of her sentence trailed off as she heard his next words, confusion evident in her face. “What? A sugar - no that’s not how I live here at all.”

#basil #gc:basil #it's ok #don't mind Evie's puppy eyes she just feels things deeply

rcmanmyers

Based on her footsteps and distancing tone, Roman knew she was moving away. Turning, he attempted to follow both sounds in an effort to have at least the chance of facing her. Eventually, it was her laugh that allowed him to garner roughly where she was. 5′3″— so he hadn’t been too off. Roman snorted down a laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” His comment brought a glimmer of amusement. Though he knew she wouldn’t find it ironic given he doubted— hoped— she hadn’t guessed his disability yet, Roman himself did. The humor, of course, was fleeting because following close behind was the truth: Roman would never see. At all. And just like that, what little mirth he’d had was lost. “Flowers for my mother,” Roman explained, allowing the memory to distract from his renewed bitterness. “And a few others.” It was at that minute that Roman realized he had a problem. He couldn’t see the flowers much less decide which to send back home. He guessed he could play it safe with roses but Roman had never been one to be so cliché and would be damned if he started now. After a beat, he spoke again. “And whatever you think is prettiest works.”

evelynxarcher

“I woudn’t hold your breath, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with causing damage.” She laughed before adding as an after thought, “- Well, not intentionally at least but I guess my lack of coordination can do it sometimes.” That trait was something that had led to a mixed bag of experiences. Some people were nice about it, in fact she’d formed the odd friendship from it, but mostly it was just an inconvenience to people. “Oh of course! I’m sure we can put something wonderful together for her. Does she have a favourite colour or flower?” Her enthusiasm was immediately obvious and she moved around the room once more, a vague plan already in her head for what she could do. Evie was someone who was very familiar with infatuations, it was the romantic in her that meant she could find traits worthy of admiration in almost anyone. It was far from uncommon for her to feel her heart flutter within the first time of meeting someone and with her current feelings of loneliness it only made her want to latch onto someone even more. Maybe that was why her heart skipped slightly when he said the flowers were for his mother, it gave her a glimmer of hope that maybe she wasn’t the only single person left in New York. Since she’d arrived she’d been faced with couples everywhere and while there was no envy in her gaze when she saw them, there was sadness that she had yet to find that.“Beauty is subjective so I’d much rather build it around her than what I would choose because our ideas could be completely different.”

#roman #gc:roman

naomisnows

Though she’d expected a simpler answer, Naomi was pleasantly surprised when the brunette stepped forward and demonstrated both. She was more svelte in figure compared to Naomi’s buxom-like one yet she positioned it in a similar way. “That’s what I thought,” she replied, observing the stance. “But I could’ve sworn I was told that it was the other way.” In truth, Naomi wasn’t entirely surprised by the thought that the information she’d previously been given was wrong. Her instructor was somewhat of an idiot and to say false tips were beyond him would be an unfortunate lie. Ironically, it was while dwelling on his incompetency that Naomi remembered her manners. “Thank you and I’m sorry I had to interrupt your yoga session,” she nodded towards the mat in her hand. “I’m Naomi, by the way.“

evelynxarcher

“Well who’d have guessed I was going to be right about that? There’s a first for everything.” Giving a little laugh, she was sure her expressions had made her humorous disbelief at the situation perfectly clear. She was just glad she’d, surprisingly, been able to help. With a little wave of her hand she dismissed the redhead’s apology. “Oh no, don’t worry about it. I welcome distractions, they keep life more interesting. The yoga will still be there when I’m done talking to you.” And she could only hope that wouldn’t be within the next few sentences. There was no denying how elated she was to be speaking to someone and to have actually gotten an introduction too. Having spent her life surrounded by people, Evie was still hopelessly unused to her own company and the growing feeling of loneliness she was experiencing was beginning to worry her. “Evie, it’s so nice to meet you Naomi.”

#naomi #gc:naomi

naomisnows

Dying her hair had been something of a radical idea for Naomi. She’d been a blonde since she was born and the thought of making such a drastic change was daunting. However, after several days of being continuously approached over the interview, she had decided it was now or never. Truth be told, once she came out of the salon, Naomi felt phenomenal. At the suggestion of the stylist, she had gone for a deep— nearly brunette— red and with her new cut, she found it complimented her nicely. Now, that very same hair was tied into a ponytail as boxing gloves decorated her hands. After finding her instructor to be more concerned with going easy than teaching her techniques, Naomi had quit her class and taken it upon herself to train in the gym until she found a new one. She’d been pounding the bag for a few minutes now, letting out the day’s frustrations on it, but no matter how much she adjusted her stance, something still felt off. On the verge of giving up, she turned to the person nearest. “Could I bother you with a question?” she asked. “Do you know if you push down on your leg first and then turn your hips or is it the other way around?”

evelynxarcher

Finding herself with time on her hands and an apartment that still felt too empty, she’d wandered down to the gym with her yoga mat in hand. Sure, it was something she could have done in private but more and more she’d been feeling lonely. New York was still a pretty unfriendly place and she missed being able to spend time with people. Hopefully this way she’d get to know some more of her neighbors at the same time. As she walked she made note of where the treadmills were, running was about the only other exercise she actually enjoyed though she found she got bored of it too quickly without a partner. Yoga, while it might have been a surprising choice for someone as fidgety as her, was something she’d yet to get bored of and it was nice to feel calm and settled ever once in a while. She started slightly as someone called out to her, turning to face the red haired woman. “Oh umm.” Chewing her lip slightly, she considered the question but despite wanting to help she knew it was something she was vastly out of her depth with. Still, she hated to just brush off the question and leaving the woman to wonder without giving some sort of answer. So, unable to think it through, she’d never thrown a punch in her life, Evie put down her mat and tried out both options. “It feels better to me if you push down then twist. More fluid?” The question was filled with her uncertainty and she couldn’t help but apologise, holding up her mat as she did. “I’m sorry, I’m really more of a yoga girl.”

#naomi #gc:naomi

dach1x1-blog

Her cheerfulness didn’t really affect him much. He was still somewhat confused by what she was doing, maybe because he hadn’t really met anyone with wealth who did their own furnishings. Aside from picking them out, anyway. Basil quirked one corner of his mouth downward and shifted some in place, hands finding his pockets and staying there. “What, just for fun? Kinda weird.” Another question came to him–a better one. He squinted some and laughed in disbelief. “Wait, you said you own a flower shop? And that pays enough for you to rent here? Seriously?”

evelynxarcher

Maybe she hadn’t quite gotten the hang of living a life of wealth after all, if other residents seemed to find her habits and actions odd. Still, she hadn’t been born into it and Evie wasn’t about to let money change her. “I don’t think it’s weird to do something you enjoy and this is what I enjoy.” Giving a small shrug she then couldn’t help but give the smallest of frowns, mostly out of confusion but also at the man’s bluntness. If she’d been the type of person to get riled up hi laugh might have done it, as it was it just made her a little sad that people couldn’t be a bit more accepting. “Well, no. Not completely but it does go quite a long way towards it and I have only just started up.”

#basil #gc:basil

rcmanmyers

He fought the urge to tell her that he hadn’t witnessed it. Felt it, yes, but witnessed it, no. Instead, Roman opted for a dry remark. “Only victims,” he added. Though she was no longer touching him, Roman remained tense. He could feel how close she was and it left him on edge. Clutching tightly onto Zeus’ handle, he tried to focus on creating an image in his mind. She was shorter, he knew that much. Based on her proximity, he guessed she was 5′5″ at most, if that. As for her voice, it was sweet so he imagined soft features to go along with it. It was easier for him to converse with others that way. Having a picture in mind made him feel less— blind. “I’m fine,” he adjusted his coat as she moved away. “You’re not exactly a linebacker.” Relaxing as the conversation moved along, Roman remembered what he’d come here for. “I was wondering if you mailed flowers,” he began. “To New Hampshire to be exact.”

evelynxarcher

Being someone who liked to think she was quite good at reading people, Evie noticed that his levels of discomfort went past those of a man who was jut reluctant to be in her shop. Figuring that despite moving back a little, she must have something to do with it she wandered over to the speakers which currently had Sense and Sensibility being read out of them. While she usually favoured Nicholas Sparks, they were just so hopelessly romantic in the way they came across, she’d recently decided to try a few of the old classics and while Wuthering Heights hadn’t quite matched up to The Notebook it seemed Jane Austen was more than a match. The man’s comment made her grin and she gave a little laugh as she looked at him over her shoulder. “Oh I don’t know, I reckon all 5′3 and a half of me could do some damage if I put my mind to it.” It was a completely ridiculous notion that she could do such a thing, even if her height and size weren’t an obstacle she didn’t have it in her to hit someone else. “We most certainly do, what sort of gift are you after?”

#roman #gc:roman

sabine-drechsler-deactivated201

She sighed as the machine before her played obnoxious music, seemingly celebrating her failure. There was enough annoyance coursing through her for her to mumble out loud, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

Stupid claw machine.

Standing back, she slipped her hand into her coin purse only for it to turn up empty. Damn. She never carried much change, not when she practically had all the money in the world in a piece of plastic. “Hey–” she abruptly turned to whoever was passing her by, “could you spare a quarter or two?” Or three? No, she wasn’t desperate. Though the expectant look in her wide eyes begged to differ. “I, really just want that freaking adorable stuffed mole. I’ll pay you back, somehow. I’ve been at this for ten minutes now, I know it’s a problem.”

evelynxarcher

Evie was still exploring, in fact she was almost cerain that she could live in the city for the rest of her life and still never have seen everything. Lost in her own thoughts and wonder of her surroundings, she stopped short when a woman spoke to her and after a moment of figuring out what had been asked of her, she gave a smile. “Oh - sure.”

After digging around in her bad, she pulled out a couple of quarters and held them out to her. “Here you go.” With a quick wave of her hand, Evie attempted to stop any more talk of being repaid. The quarters would have just sat in her purse anyway and thanks to Annabelle’s last gift to her it wasn’t as though she’d be in need of saving them any time soon. Better to let someone get some enjoyment out of them than have them go to waste. “You don’t need to worry about paying me back, you’re putting them to better use than I would be anyway.”

#sabine #gc:sabine

dach1x1-blog

Basil frowned when someone’s hand slipped over his elbow. The momentum from what would have been Evie’s fall was enough to lightly yank him back a step and stop him, and he couldn’t help the instinctive stare he gave the strange woman as a result. She was already apologizing though and, it gave him enough time to fully take in what had happened, his eyes drifting over to the vases behind her, and everything around them that suggested she’d put them there. He narrowed his eyes in question, arching an eyebrow at Evie without responding to her apology.

“What are you doing? You don’t look like staff.”

evelynxarcher

She couldn’t help but be taken aback by his questioning, her eyes widening. Evie had expected to be chastised for her lack of attention, grumbled at or be told it was fine. That was her usual experience when her mind drifting off got the better of her and inconvenienced someone else. With a little shake of her head she gave him and answer. “Oh no, I’m not staff. I live here, actually.” Though it still didn’t feel real, she always felt a little sense of pride and satisfaction that she was able to live somewhere so beautiful. “I own a florists and I do all the flowers in here too.”

#basil #gc:basil

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