Verticordia

“To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.” — Anne Carson Faye. Violet. 22. Scholar.

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ninamurray:

“ — Brava!” Nina cheered over her one-woman round of applause as she stood in the doorway. “I only wanted to come over for dinner and some adult conversation but now I get a show too? Someone should pinch me really” She giggled softly, still wearing her outside layers just in case although she was feeling rather hungry after finishing another strenuous shift and at this point in the evening, food was definitely welcome whether or not it came with a musical accompaniment. “Have you seen the film yet? Some say it’s Hugh Jackman’s most expensive passion project but I beg to differ” came her next train of thought, immediately piggybacking off her friend’s choice of song. 

“Oh honey, one must always expect a show when dealing with moi.” Faye said, only half joking. They set the table with bowls and glasses and cutlery, and put the soup in the center of the table, along with a loaf of sourdough, also homemade. “I haven’t seen it actually, all I know is that the soundtrack is incredible and I would die for it.”

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aria-meza:

Aria laughed a little and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re going to charge me for that previous performance? Mm. I don’t know if I have any requests then.” she teased the other, shaking her head.

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I usually charge for any kind of performance. But since you caught me being a doofus in my own home, I’ll cut you some slack.” The looked over their soup before adding a sprinkle of cayenne pepper and stirring. “Do you think turmeric would go well with a chicken soup?”

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cassidyxmichealis:

Cassidy couldn’t help but to stand at the door to hear them sing. A small smile tugged her red lips, the smell of the soup reminding her of home. “You’re a really good singer,” she said. “And that soup smells wonderful. Mind if I have some?”

“Thank you I know.” Faye winked and grinned broadly. “Of course, the more the merrier! Come on in!” Perhaps it wasn’t wise to invite a total stranger into your home, but Faye had never been particularly skilled at curtailing their impulses. “It’s a little spicy so I hope you don’t mind.”

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aria-meza:

Aria was on her way back to her own apartment when she heard a voice coming from a nearby apartment building. She stopped and listened to the voice, clapping when she heard the song come to an end. “Very nice.” she called from the sidewalk.

Faye grinned at the girl and curtsied grandly. “Thank you I’m here all week.” They said jokingly, leaning out of the window. “Do you have any requests? I have a pretty wide repertoire, and I won’t charge this time.”

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marlene-bregman:

Marlene was heading over to Faye’s with wine and some take-out, the two overdue for a night together. Faye was younger than her, but Marlene was never the type to care about that, and sometimes considered them like a younger sibling. And she was the cool older sister who got them drunk occasionally. As she walked by the windows, she spotted her friend singing through the window, her eyes rolling as she started laughing, heading to the door to let herself in. She listened to the other sing for a bit, bopping her head around before setting her stuff down, the clatter finally catching Faye’s attention. “Hey, hot stuff. What’re you up to?” she said teasingly.

Faye spun on their heel and beamed when they say Marlene. “Mar darling you’re finally here! And I’ve been good, thank you.” They gushed, getting out wine glasses and bowls for the soup. “I told you not to bring anything.” They scolded playfully. 

They poured out two tall glasses and took a sip from one. “Well at least we’ll have leftovers.” They said as they ladled out the soup. “What about you sweetheart? Doing ok?”

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“All the shine of a thousand spotlights

all the stars we steal from the night sky

will never be enough

never be enough.”

Faye crooned as they slid across the kitchen tile, the sound of their voice and the smell of their soup wafting out the kitchen window and onto the street from their ground floor apartment. To be honest, that was the biggest reason why Faye had chosen this particular apartment; they had always loved being the center of attention and entertaining since they were a child, and this was as good a way as any to indulge that impulse.

Even though the song itself was meant to be melancholy, Faye sang it as if they were a singer in a smoky lounge, the kind that could be found in old film noirs. If they closed their eyes, they could almost imagine that was the case. They were so caught up in their little fantasy that they didn’t even notice their audience.

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“Hey, you.” Eli waved at the passerby to get their attention. His small easel and a few supplies were set up in front of him. That day he had gotten inspiration to do a few portraits of people, the only problem was that he didn’t have a model to help him out so he opted to ask strangers or hopefully run into someone he knew. “I’ll give you twenty bucks if you sit over there and let me paint you for the next couple of hours.”

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Faye raised a brow at the surprising request. “I’m gonna be honest, I usually charge more than twenty to let people stare at me.” They teased, looking over the art supplies at the man’s feet. “But fuck it, I’ve always had a soft spot for artists.” They took off their black leather jacket and laid it on the ground before sitting on it. “This ok?”

[owen--burke]

“Fuck, I’m getting married in a month,” the realization hitting Owen as he sat at the bar, nursing a beer. June 23rd was approaching rapidly and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it, not without getting Gwen in trouble. “I never thought I was gonna get married. Am I supposed to feel kinda nervous about it?”

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Faye shrugged, wondering if the question was aimed specifically at them or just at whomever was in earshot. “If you never expected it then yeah, I would expect you to be nervous. And if that’s the only reason why you’re nervous then I wouldn’t worry.” They shrugged before taking another sip of their Mai Tai. “But I don’t know shit about relationships anyways. Congrats though.” They clinked their glass against his beer and smirked slightly.

[creynoldsmd-deactivated20180724]

Bars weren’t really Cecelia’s scene. She was typically far too busy juggling her full time job and taking care of her child, so any free time she had was spent either catching up on sleep or just taking it easy at home. However, since she had the next couple days off, some friends from the hospital managed to drag her out. Cecelia was hesitant at first, but decided a night out would do her some good. She would go, have a few drinks, and then go home for the evening. Nothing crazy. 

The last time Cecelia went out was before her daughter was born, so she felt rather out of place as she looked around the bar, trying to take it all in. She dressed simply in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and off the shoulder black top. Nothing fancy. She preferred to be comfortable, and besides, she was leaving soon anyways. As she stood talking to one of her co-workers, an intoxicated man bumped into her, causing a bit of her drink to spill on someone nearby. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess!” The small blonde said apologetically. “Can I get you some napkins, or perhaps buy you a drink as a token of my apology?”

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It was Friday, Faye had no studying to do and no shows to perform, so naturally that meant going out and getting absolutely off their goddamned tits. Dressed in the kind of tight black leather look dress and sky high black heels that would (hopefully) make Violet Chachki proud, Faye went out to hit the town.

The bar they were in was one they were fond of. It wasn’t frequented by many other college students, largely because the prices meant that most of them wouldn’t even bother turning up, but that suited Faye just fine. After all, an experienced hunter knows best where to find their prey.

While nursing a Barbie Girl, Faye weaved through the crowd like a piece of thread. That is, until some of a stranger’s drink spilled on their dress. Startled, and praying that the dress wouldn’t stain, Faye immediately turned to see a blonde woman, apparently the owner of the drink, fret and fuss.

Feeling a little sorry for the woman, Faye held up a hand. “Don’t worry I’m fine.” They insisted. They looked down to inspect the dress and let out a relieved sigh. “There’s no stain so there’s no need for me to throw a tantrum.” They joked. “If you like I could get you a drink to replace that one if it’s needed.”

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@mathcmatician

Faye read over the slip of paper in their hand that showed where the books they needed were located in the university library and found, to their immense annoyance, that the one they needed most was on a very high shelf. While Faye didn’t usually mind being on the petite side, it was at times like these that they truly resented it.

They tried to use a step ladder but even with it and in four inch heels, the book was still too high. Sighing, thoroughly irritated, Faye turned to see a taller looking gentleman. “Hey would you mind getting me Astronomy and Physics 202?” They asked. “I can’t reach the damn thing.”