𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

flick matthews. 26. photographer. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 ｔｉｍｅ.

[flickmatthews]

TEMPEST‌:

A smile broke through the girl’s features as she heard what the other said, her hand rising from the table to thread a loose lock of hair back behind her ear. “Well thank you,” she nodded, careful with her nails not to scratch Flick’s hand, now that she knew her name. “Impressive that you’re not far more rambly after three,” she stated with a small smile. “I started with wine hoping they had something a little more cultured, but I may join you in liquor land soon,” she chuckled and took a larger gulp of her drink. “So Flick, what do you do for work?”

     felicity took a deep breath, relieved that she didn’t seem to immediately scare tempest off, “i have a pretty good tolerance, i guess.” she allowed a smile to cross her face mirroring tempest’s. “well, the bartender certainly makes a good whiskey sour -- though i might switch to an old fashioned,” flick finished her drink after saying this. “i’m a photographer. and yourself? what brought you to lighthouse cove?”

[flickmatthews]

TEMPEST‌:

“I’m just what?” she asked again, tilting her head slightly. She hoped the other recognized her by her work and was starstruck, but realistically in a place like this it wasn’t the case. She watched the girl half down her drink with wide eyes. “I’m sorry I snapped,” she cooled it, her pointed acrylics tapping against her glass patiently. “I’ve been really out of it, trying to unpack and all that. It makes one grumpy,” she added. “Let’s start over. I’m Tempest… and you are?” she offered her hand.

     “intimidatingly stunning -- sorry, that’s so weird!” flick flinched at her own cringey behavior and shook her head, again taking a drink of her cocktail, “i’m felicity -- flick. i promise i’m not always quite this rambly, but this is also my first long break from packing -- so i totally get the whole grumpy thing! -- and this is my third whiskey sour,” flick gently shook tempest’s hand.

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“Fine,” Tempest snapped at the bartender before taking another sip of her wine after they advised her they had nothing from off the coast of France. On the contrary to what she’d seen so far, this bar was, in her opinion, the worst part of Lighthouse Cove. It did remind her a little bit of her old digs in Miami, though, and it was nice to get out for a bit. She was still finishing up her work from before she’d moved, and had recently realized she’d missed the gathering at the Cove Club, the meet and greet that she’d wanted to go to so badly. She looked over at someone else seated at the bar who seemed to be staring at her. “Can I help you with something?” she sneered. –@covestarters​

[flickmatthews]

     felicity tensed as the woman directed her voice at her. “oh, no!” she shook her head quickly, raising her hands slightly in defense. “sorry, you’re just -- nevermind, sorry.” flick was clearly flustered, picking up her own whiskey sour and drinking half of it in one go to keep herself from saying anything else to embarrass herself further.

[jacekhouris]

“I HOPE THIS is the right place,” dominic mumbled, looking at the address he’d received. “because if it isn’t, someone is about to be really confused…” he inhaled, knocking on the door and waiting for a response. // @covestarters​

[flickmatthews]

     flick answered her door with her camera still in her left hand. she was surprised at the interruption, but it was not unwelcome -- she’d been playing around with light in her home studio for hours. “oh! uh, hi, can i ... help you with something?”

[flickmatthews]

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ofidyllics‌:

JACE WAS WALKING around the neighborhood, trying to pick out a good dog-walking route. he made eye contact with someone, having looked up after hearing a rather… guttural groan come from them. it was a woman, standing outside of a house he presumed was hers, and before he could walk away like nothing had happened, she called out to him. “are you alright?” he called back in response to her apology. he clicked his tongue as she explained her plight. “do you need help? i was just taking a break from my own unpacking… it’s more fun to do someone else’s chores than your own, right?”

    “that’s very kind of you to offer, but no i’ll be alright -- starting is just the worst part, you know? once i get started i’ll be alright.” felicity explained before asking her next question. “do you live on this street as well or are you just trying to familiarize yourself with the area?”

[flickmatthews]

BABETTE‌:

SHE  HADN’T  MEANT  to  startle  the  woman  ,  in  fact  ,  her  goal  was  to  welcome  them  instead  .  the  airtight  container  of  cinnamon  dulce  cookies  ,  though  how  she’d  managed  to  bake  them  &  unpack  was  another  story  .     ❛           no  ,  i’m  the  one  who’s  sorry  ,  i  seen  the  moving  truck  &  wanted  to  come  welcome  you  to  the  neighborhood  ,  so  welcome  !   ❜

     a smile came to felicity’s face -- people in this new town were proving to be kinder than expected. “oh! well, that’s very sweet of you. i’m still sorry about unintentionally screaming in your face though -- i promise that isn’t a usual occurrence and --” she seemed to realize she was rambling and extended a hand towards the woman, “i’m flick. it’s nice to meet you.”

[flickmatthews]

DEACON‌:

Deacon had gotten all of his things moved in about 3 days ago, but there were still so many people moving in every day. When he saw a moving truck in the neighborhood he decided to make his way down to welcome the new person, he didn’t know many in the area afterall. “No–trust me I understand. A few days ago I was in your shoes. I’m happy to help if you need some things lifted or moved around. I know how much it can suck—but we’re all going through it”.

“oh! no no, thank you,” felicity began, offering a smile, “but really it’s fine -- i’m just going to whine about it for a little bit, but i’ll get sick of looking at the mess pretty fast and then it’ll get done,” she nodded, seeming to confirm the statement to herself more than deacon. “i’m felicity, by the way -- but most call me flick. do you live here on lighthouse way as well?”

[kieraknightley]

[flickmatthews]

TURBO‌:

YOU’D NEVER GUESS IT FROM HER go with the flow nature but turbo is secretly one of the most obsessive, detailed people you’ll ever meet. the moment she finished moving in she unpacked all her things, it might have taken her a solid twenty four hours before she was finally able to kick back but she loved that there weren’t a bunch of boxes waiting for her when she gets home. “ well fuck unpacking, come hang out with me. ” she offered patting the front of her beach cruiser like it was a plush seat, “ i’ll let you ride on the handlebars we can explore together. ”

Flick debated it for a moment  --  she really shouldn’t avoid packing, as she had only completed her bedroom and en suite bathroom, and had barely begun her kitchen and studio  ...  but who was she to appear standoffish to a new neighbor and potential friend in this new life she was forcing herself into? She shrugged, a laugh escaping her as she nodded. “Yeah ... yeah, okay, kind stranger, if you’re sure you don’t mind -- let me just lock up first.” She disappeared for a moment, returning with her phone and house keys. “Are you, uh, serious about the handlebar thing or ... ?”

[covebxys]

𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣      /        @covestarters​

as he had just moved into his house in the cove a few days ago, bruno spent the better part of his wednesday setting up the beach boys barber shop for when he was inevitably going to open the foreclosed shop back up. by his estimation it was going to take him another week at least to get the place ready to go. a little bit discouraged and a lotta bit exhausted bruno locked up and then dragged himself down to headlights, the local dive bar a few doors down. once at the bartop he had frequented the past few nights, bruno tried to get the attention of the male bartender and failed, “dude, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” he scoffed. bruno turned to the other who was perched up at the bar and asked, “have they been ignoring you too?” the barber questioned. bruno figured it might be due to the fact that he was new to lighthouse cove, “what a fuckin’ dump” he grumbled.

[flickmatthews]

Felicity raised her head from where it was laying on her arms at the sound of the man speaking to her. She nodded, having been waiting at the bar for far too long after spending hours finishing her bedroom and beginning to set up her in-home photography studio. “I’ve been waiting for twenty-two minutes for a Vieux Carre,” she huffed. “I’m seriously tempted to just jump the damn bar and make it myself. If I had realized it would be this poor of service, I would have just tried to set up my bar at home today -- I didn’t think it’d take longer to get one drink than it would have to restock my whole collection.”

[flickmatthews]

Felicity waved off the moving truck, letting her hand drop once they were out of sight. Thinking herself to be alone out at the front of her house, she huffed a loose piece of hair from her face before letting out a far-too-loud groan, spinning around towards her home until she came to an abrupt stop, making eye contact with the stranger that had appeared. “I, uh, sorry,” she smiled sheepishly, “unpacking is probably my least favorite thing in the world, and I suddenly have a lot of it to do.” @covestarters​

[flickmatthews]

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“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.”

— Greta Garbo (via seabois)