* 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘓.

  can't keep pushing all the weight of everything that came undone I'm no hero, babe, but I can take a punch.

[florafms]

rockyhxx​:

“currently a contemporary artist by the name of kara walker. she did a show last year at a museum and i fell in love.” he hummed with satisfaction at his painting. he turned on his heels and started to put his paintings away. “please don’t give me a nickname based on her though. i feel it would be inappropriate.” 

-

“i see.” finley nodded, as if she knew what she was talking about despite being entirely out of their element. she could tell you what that name of any crystal was or tell you what each individual tarot card meant but artists? they had no clue, though they were intrigued and were probably going to look her up later. “i promise, no more nicknames based after artists, though a new nickname will be created I just need the right one to strike; it’ll take time.”

[florafms]

keegancoop​:

“Me, huh? Did you want me the same night I came home early to surprise you and you were fucking your boss in our bed?” That was low, and she almost regretted it when it came out of her mouth…almost. But she’d been holding onto that one for a long time. “Because I can still hear the sound of the flowers hitting the floor and the softest yet loudest oh shit I ever did hear.”

 Was this the place to say it? No. But…there was some pain that subsided, until more rushed in in its place. “I had a plan! Once I knew we’d be okay, that I wouldn’t get demoted back to EMT duty…save up, vacations…no more 72 hour shifts" 

 Though now she’s thinking getting demoted would’ve been worth it…if she could have it back.  “I was never meant for a 9 to 5, you knew that. You encouraged me to try for the tech job!” 

If Keegan’s intent had been to hurt her it had worked; the words continued to ring in her head and there was nothing she could do to make it go away because it was true. In that one day Calla had took a match and had set whatever hope they had left aflame but she never had been good at holding onto something good without destroying it. 

“How was I supposed to know that?” She spat back, a touch too loud for their setting, but she couldn’t control the guilt and anger that took hold. “The months leading up to that it felt like I was living with a ghost. We never talked, not about anything that mattered.” In fact if Calla really thought about it they were over far before she had slept with her boss in their bed. Whatever relationship they had fizzled out long before she cheated. 

Though she wonders if they could’ve fixed it; if they had just sat down and talked but these days Calla avoids even going down that road because it hurt too much because it was too late for what if’s. 

[florafms]

gcldendandelions​:

                    ❝      does   the   truth   hurt   ,      oh   cousin   of   mine      ❞         hitting   back   with   their   own   show   of   the   dramatics   ,      though   not   quite   committing   to   the   bit   as   much   as   fin   had   .         ❝      good   things   come   to   those   who   wait   ?      i   never   believed   that   much   but   i’m   here   now   so   it   must   be   at   least   a   little   true      ❞

“it hurts me to my very core, if i didn’t know better I might’ve started to think you were avoiding me.” fin laughed, as if the idea of her cousin avoiding her was preposterous. “maybe so, though, it also sounds like a lie made for children to shut up and be patient.” it was a saying their own mother would say when finley wouldn’t sit still or have patience. 

[florafms]

gcldendandelions​:

                    cilla   wasn’t   a   particularly   nervous   person   but   with   their   headphones   in   it   took   fin   jumping   out   in   front   of   them   for   them   to   notice   their   cousin   .         ❝      clearly   didn’t   try   very   hard   then      ❞         she   laughed   taking   their   headphones   out   now   .         ❝      i   don’t   exactly   go   many   places   ,   do   i   ?      beach   ,      home   ,      mom’s   place   —   that’s   about   it   ❞

“the audacity!” fin cried out dramatically, clutching at their chest in mock pain at the others words. “I tried harder than I ever have in my whole life; manifested that you would appear to me, tried summoning my prophetic visions, and yet you evaded me.” 

[florafms]

rockyhxx​:

“what kind of question is that? it is just like your favorite color or your favorite movie– it’s ever changing. i like to compare this world of artist as the tides of the deep blue ocean.” a couple more strokes. “there is never the same thing twice and it always depends on the mood.” he turned around the paint to show off his work. “what do you think? i am being flew out next week to do a live painting. thought i would brush up on some technique.” 

“alright then, appease my curiosity, in the now who is it?” finely pressed, for no real reason other than the fact that she was curious. as he turned the painting around that he had been working on their eyes scan the vicinity of the canvas taking in all the brush stokes and textures in admiration. “wow, that’s quite the talent, I can see why they’re flying you out for that.”

[florafms]

keegancoop​:

She stopped, biting the inside of her cheek as she set the coffee maker in her hands back on the shelf. “Do I need to remind you that that job was what helped keep the roof over our heads while you were working your way up?” She doesn’t care to look at Calla. That would just bring too many emotions. She peers at another tag. “Or I was just trying to give us a life, you a life you deserved, better than that shitty apartment and you blew it up?”

The words stung but Calla would never admit it, she wasn’t going to look weak in front of Keegan, wasn’t going to allow her ex to know that it still hurt. After all, she was the villain wasn’t she? She was the one who had tore everything apart it didn’t matter much what had lead her to it. “Did you ever think that what I wanted was you? Not what you could give me.” The words had left her mouth before she could stop them from tumbling out but every word was the truth. All Calla wanted was to be seen, to not feel like she was living with a ghost. 

[florafms]

keegancoop​:

–

fuck. Why did this keep happening? Could she not make one trip out of their—her apartment without running into her ex? “No, my coffee intake and addiction never will.” There was a little bit of a bite in her voice, but not nearly as much as usual. This time…the feelings were there but she couldn’t bring herself to start a petty argument…not yet anyway. 

If she let herself Calla could recall the smell of freshly brewed coffee in their apartment; Keegan’s still drowsy smile, back when things were still good. But, she refused to reminisce, because she had done far too much of it and all it ever did was hurt. “You always loved your job and coffee so much that there was never room for anything else.” It was petty, she could’ve walked away, but instead of backing down she threw words she had no right saying. After all, it was Calla who set whatever chance they had fire until there was nothing left. 

[florafms]

who: finley & malachai ( @veiledarkness​ ) where: on second arcade

there was something about the atmosphere of the arcade that called to finley; the bright lights and the joy that lingered in the space. it was why they came - totally not to try to beat people’s high scores - and fin had made it a goal to beat the person who held the top score in street fighter. which is why they were making a beeline for where the machine sat. “hey” they called out to the person, “trying to steal my high score?” they didn’t need to know she wasn’t even on the board. 

[florafms]

who: finley & cilla ( @gcldendandelions​ )

"cilla” finley called out in a singsong tone as she ran up behind the other, popping out in front of her cousin. “finally I found you, I was about 1 day away from making you a cryptid profile because damn you’re harder to track down than bigfoot himself.” dramatic? yes but that may as well be fin’s middle name. 

[florafms]

rockyhxx​:

“let’s not knock around the bush, if he were alive, i would be star struck to meet him. unlike most artist– he was famous within his life. but thinking about it now, just like shakespeare, he was nothing but a man who bent to the masses.” he paused to make a couple of strokes and then glanced over the edge of the painting. his emerald green eyes studied her before disappearing behind his canvas. 

“okay mr. artist, if picasso isn’t your favorite, which artist is?” finley questioned, curious, they may not have the most knowledge of artists but she still wanted to know the answer. ”though I should note that there is a very good chance I won’t know who you’re talking about; but i’m sure google or a quick trip to the library would clear it up.” 

[keegancoop]

open starter

location: a walmart or a target or whatever take your pick

---

"Okay but consider this...Keurigs are out to ruin the trusted and tried and true 12 cup brewing coffee pots, and coffee as we know it. They break too easy. And! A box of pods doesn't last long enough at the prices they run for." She nods to the two canisters of coffee grounds. "Now those babies? They last. "

[florafms]

The face in front of her was all to familiar; a face that had once upon a time brought her comfort now all Calla felt upon seeing her was guilt and a bit of anger. “Guess some things never do change.” She muttered, though loud enough to be heard in the nearly empty aisle they occupied. If there was thing her ex liked it was coffee and clearly it was still a crutch she held onto. 

[florafms]

rockyhxx​:

“please if you can. and try to hold yourself as still as possible.” said the french man. “i hopes that you do not give me that nickname because of my art. nothing i make is that degenerate. though i agree that his technique was what made him famous, i would like to think my nerves intact. rant over. you have beautiful hair– can you put a part to the side? oh my name is gabriel. what is yours?” 

-

“ah, so the impossible challenge.” fin laughed, though they couldn’t really recall the last time they had ever sat still, a ball of energy always coursing through them. “I’ll be honest here, I’m not up on my artist’s and that’s the only one I could think of but I see you and mr. picasso have a little tiff going huh?” she teased, as she followed his instructions and pushed her hair to the side. “I’m finley, though fin works just fine too.” 

[bludwater]

—  open  starter. 

           ‘  oh,  hey.  ’  raegan  rubs  his  eyes,  blinking  rapidly  in  his  attempt  to  figure  out  the  identity  of  the  amorphous  blur  in  his  doorway,  still  drowsy  in  a  state  of  half  awakeness     ‘  uhm,  can  i  help  you  ?  ’

[florafms]

“yeah—  i’m here to sell you girl scout cookies and get you to support my cause of freeing the aliens from entrapment.” fin announced letting silence fall between them before laughing, “kidding, but i do think the government is up to some shady shit, however I believe this package belongs to you. ‘unless i’m about to go through a full identity crisis where I realize that my whole existence is a lie and all along I have actually been...” they glanced down at the package held in their hands reading the name listed, “raegan leeyao. so is that you? 

[gcldendandelions]

where:   anywhere   that   works

with:   open      @rockyviewarchive​

                    ❝      now   before   you   start   the   lecture   —      ❞         barely   even   looking   up   as   she   picked   grit   out   of   the   scrapes   on   her   leg   before   flopping   onto   her   back   .         ❝   —      consider   the   fact   that   roller   skating   is   cool   and   i’ll   get   the   hang   of   it   eventually      ❞

[florafms]

“or, break a leg trying.” finley offered as a rebuttal, “but i’m not really in a place to judge you.” they admitted, they had done far stupider things that were worse than trying to roller skate. “”so instead of giving you a lecture I’m gonna give you a band aid and call it a day.” they stated as they dug through their bag, shifting through old receipts and random stuff one would never need, as she grabbed a pikachu bandaid from the depths of her bag and held it out. 

[florafms]

i think calla johnson just walked by, a alycia debnam-carey lookalike. they’ve been here in rocky view for about twenty-five, and seem to hang around blueberry hill bakery a lot. i’ve also seen them working at a neighboring publishing company as an editor. when asked to describe themselves they’re likely to say spilled wine and shattered glass, pressing fingertips into bruises, an artificial smile; sickly sweet. 

𝐢.  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

FULL NAME: calla “cal” johnson  BIRTHDAY: august 10th  ZODIAC SIGN: leo SEXUALITY: bisexual

𝐢𝐢.  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

- if there was one word to sum calla up it was perfectionist; she strived to be as close to perfect as one could but of course it was an unattainable goal. there was no such thing as perfect but damn calla put on a good show. in high school she was always known for being an overachiever; smart and a social butterfly. it almost seemed effortless but she busted her butt off for every thing she put her mind to. 

- it was no shock when calla got into her dream school and continued to outshine; she started as an intern at a publishing company and quickly worked her way up in the ranks. though while her career was taking off her relationship was falling apart. you couldn’t tell from the smile she always adorned but she was miserable and never felt more alone. 

- she’d return home to an empty bed and the only sign that her girlfriend had ever been there was the messed up blankets in her wake. eventually calla gave up on trying; she’d continue to take longer nights and caught the notice of her boss and those long nights suddenly brought them closer. 

- for once calla felt wanted in a way she had forgotten she could be and she knew it was a bad idea. how could she not? but it felt right. no one had to know; until one slip up led to keegan catching her and just like that whatever hold they had on keeping their relationship had shattered. 

- she packed her things in shame and crawled to a friends house; picking up the pieces of her life. 

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

- best friend; someone who calla tells everything, the one person she can count on, and calla would do anything for them. no matter what. - high school sweetheart; they dated in high school, everyone thought they were the perfect couple. maybe they were? or maybe they were far from perfect but put on a good front. all can be discussed and changed. ultimately it fell apart and calla moved on.  - past temporary roommate; after things fall apart with keegan and calla moved out she crashed on their couch or spare bedroom while calla apartment searched. so to this day calla is thankful that they helped her out in her worst moment.  - friends with benefits; calla doesn’t want anything real but is always down for a good time. we could make this messy if you want. 

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[wambsgans-tom]

Dynasty · S03E12 · Battle Lines

[ohlexa]

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