“When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But, when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I will remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be, because it was us. And we were magic.” Someone Great (2019)
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄. But that was then — and now was different. Now, she didn’t care — or she wasn’t careful. She wasn’t wholly lucid, she didn’t really comprehend the damage that she could leave — she’d been to careful in whatever past their was to be aware of her effect. Cruel words, unkind thoughts … they were tiny, to her, especially with lips around a bottle and eyes ringed with lack of sleep. Though she might look a wreck — the girl next to her looks sadder, more despondent. And so: she offers her first … semi kind words of the night. ❛ You feeling okay ? ❜ A beat. ❛ You look fucking miserable. ❜ ( @frvnkics )
for her this wake meant something different than just ben’s passing, sure she was going to pay her respects but she didn’t know the boy before this all happened, this meant there was someone among them that was capable of causing such a thing to a person, perhaps there were more but for now they only knew of one. frankie looks to the blonde beside her, she let her lips settle in a gentle smile a slow nod to respond to the first question that was cut short once she heard the rest “ i’m fine. ” she pulled her hair away from her face and turned her body to the other “ you don’t seem so hot yourself, are you okay ? ”
she’d kept her spirits high long enough. for days she pretended like everything was fine, like sooner or later – just as suddenly as it all happened – it would all go away. she would see her mother and father again, and the old nana across the road. she’d wake up and breathe in and take a walk through a town full of life and noise and childrens laughter. but it wasn’t happening. days passed and there was nothing, just this neverending nightmare. and a single thought came to terrify her. a thought of being stuck here, forever. and with bens sudden death it all became too real and daniela could’t handle it.
so she did the only think she knew how to do. when things got tough and there was no way out, she came to her favourite spot. through the hidden road just behind the docks, at the part of the lake so eerie and quiet no one ever dared to approach, there stood a little hand-made bench she’d built as a kid. for years she’d come here, hiding away, finding herself – making memories. ariana knew of the place, so did esme and so did the only person she’d ever truly been in love with. her lips curved into a smile as she thought of franke, of the days when things were simple and she could let her hair down and enjoy the evening sun on her skin.
steps and she turns around, startled but relieved. “was just thinking of you. didn’t know you still came here.” dani scooted over and her eyes followed the other carefully, as if they had gone back in time. “nothing here seems different, does it? it’s like verything had changed and this the one place that just…staid the same.” @frvnkics
frankie always kept her optimist high, she tried to keep a brave facade even with everything around them, but she missed her family and her baby brother’s cheerful laugh and her mom’s soufflé, anything of theirs was gone and it tugged at her heart strings. with ben’s death there was this wake up call to her that this was real, she could pretend everything was all rainbows and sunshine but she knew better deep down, this was their new lives and she had to deal with it even if all she wanted was to run away to take a break.
it was like second nature, her feet were moving to the recluse place without her mind even having a time to think about where she was going. when she arrived at the hidden road a smile snaked its way to her features. the quiet place seemed like the perfect spot to escape from all the problems the town had been going through, all the sadness and death, the place she only knew because of the girl who happened to be there already.
frankie was slightly taken aback by her words “ you were ? ” her lips stretched into a charming smile before she closed the distance between them, seating down next to dani, “ i don’t really come here often, ” her eyes scanning the other’s features for a moment before averting them to the lake “ there’s a lot of memories here that usually make me nostalgic. ” the woman took a small look from the corner of her eyes at daniela, her voice low.
the blonde brought her knees to her chest hugging them “ yea, seems to be stuck in time. in a good way. ” she let a soft chuckle leave her lips “ it’s nice to have a bit of normalcy when everything else has gone up to flames. ” francesca rested her head on top of her knees facing dani “ makes you wish that everything would be this simple, doesn’t it ? ”
“look i get it. you hate the northside. you hate that instead of inviting you to a party, they asked you to work at it. it triggers all your rage about being born on the wrong side of the tracks. but this? this wasn’t your story to tell.” (x)
frankie looked up to the other a smile playing on her features as she reached for the other’s hand with a squeeze, “of course,” she says her smiles softening “i’ll always be here for you. you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 how to process it all —— it isn’t that he hasn’t been around death before, but when it came to M U R D E R —-? this wasn’t something that happened frequently in town. however, perhaps it was too soon to jump to the conclusion that ben was killed by one of their own . . . still, leo sat in the university cafeteria, hands cupped around a cup of coffee, concern washed over his handsome features, blue hues bright. “are you doing alright?” he asked the other, naive and all. “i heard what had happened. were you close to him?”
death wasn’t something frankie was familiar with, usually she was glad about it, however now she felt unequipped for the events that had just unfolded in town. she wasn’t sure how she was suppose to act or comfort someone who was close to the deceased, they had already been through so much, she was at a loss. most of all she was afraid this was caused by one of her peers, someone she was sharing homes or food with. anything that could stop her mind from running wild was a cup of tea that she held in her hands tightly. she looked up at the other as he spoke, her lips setting into a soft smile “ i’m doing the best that i can, how about you ? ” frankie tilted her head “ not really, but i can’t help but feel for him, for all of us. ”
have you seen [ FRANCESCA “FRANKIE” DURAND ] since the storm? some say they look like [ VANESSA MORGAN ] but they’re [ 22 ] & go by [ THE SWEETHEART ]. [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ 18 YEARS ] & they are originally from [ ORLÉANS ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ ART ] and lived at [ DORMS ]. most people knew the [ CIS FEMALE ] as [ CARING ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ SARCASTIC ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance.
qυιcĸ ѕтαтѕ:
— full name: francesca émile durand
— nicknames: frankie, fran, cesca
— age: twenty-two
— dob: march 6th, 1997
— gender: cis female
— pronouns: she / her
— orientation: pansexual & panromantic
вιo:
— frankie was born in orléans, france. she was the first born on her family and for the first three years of her life she lived as a only child she was given full of love, until her mother got pregnant with her first younger sibling. she took it like a champ and was more than excited to take care of the new baby.
— soon after her baby sibling was born her parents, who were big names on the medical science research field, got a proposal to have a study in halloway they took it with out much debate as that meant great things for their careers. so the family packed up and moved to the us.
— at four years of age frankie had some trouble fitting in, her english wasn’t the best just yet and her accent was thick. she took some time to make new friends but that only made her try harder and push herself further. at six she had made much progress, she had lost her accent and she had plenty of friends
— her family was a very loving one, her parents were very busy people but they always found time to be with their children and give them everything they need.
— from a young age frankie had shown great interest and talent in ballet and since then she has been working to perfect her abilities.
— at thirteen she already had charmed everyone and was on the top of the ladder, in school and any place she walked in her radiant smile would help people be at easy around her. at that same time her last sibling, a baby brother, arrived and again she was happy to play the part of the big sister.
— another one of her favorite past times is everything related to art, she has many filled up sketch books and she shows no signs of stopping.
— just because her parents were extremely loving does not mean they didn’t expect the best of their children, frankie being the eldest they expected so much more of her to pave the way for her siblings. for the most part she was up to their standards, she had great grades and she excelled in many areas however they weren’t too thrilled when they heard she was planning to do for a major.
— high school was the best time of her life, she had the perfect grades , her parents were proud of her and well she had in her eyes the perfect girlfriend. many of those things changed over the years but frankie would put a bright smile on and pretend nothing of that phased her when it actually cut deep.
— oh yes, french is her first language, the only language she spoke with her parents and sibling and she sometimes likes to mix it up and add a little french to her everyday life mostly swear words, they sounds better in french.
— now after the storm is very scared, she fears her parents are gone forever, that she would never get to see her siblings faces ever again that she is left there by herself. she misses her family like crazy but as usual she is pretending everything is ok and a smile is fixed on her face.
perѕoɴαlιтy:
— here is the thing about frankie, she is an angel with some black wings. she is the sweetest and most cheerful person you’ll meet but if you ever cross her or the people she hold close to her heart she’ll cut you no questions asked.
— she was raised to be a honest and fair woman, she values a persons moral more than anything.
— she is full of love to give but she is very selective to who she’ll give it too. but if you got you will never be left alone by her.
— she uses sarcasm as her only form of defense, it’s a problem but is what she got or she could assemblé on your head either way those are her options.
— but again she is just always there to make you feel better, she likes to look at the bright side of everything and tries the best that she can to keep it that way.
— she’s a bIG MOM FRIEND, she is just out here to take care of everyone.
wαɴтed coɴɴecтιoɴѕ:
— of course friends are always welcomed and loved.
— a best friend, ride or die everything like that
— someone she took under her wing? is most mom friend with them?
— hook ups and whatever
— a rebound from when she broke up with her long time gf would be cool
— frenemies and stuff
— someone with close interests to hers
possibilities are endless and i’d love to think them out with y’all just hmu or give this a like !!!
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