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Coffee & Co.
isabellerockefeller-x:
Isabelle turned to her phone, peering back at him in confirmation.
TEXT: Look who’s adapting.
TEXT: Now, if you turn 20 degrees clockwise
She waited until he turned, offering a wave.
Slowly turning to the direction she was telling him to, Isaac finally spotted the blonde and jogged over. Finally in the warmth he was able to shed himself of the coat and scarf and offered her a smile. “Y’know I think you’re right about me adapting.”
new year
c-harlottewright:
She dropped the necklace back to where it had been hiding before, letting the cool metal rest back against her flesh. Charlotte stirred the inky coloured beverage, tapping the spoon twice against it’s delicate china side. “I don’t think you’re quite his type, he told me on the airplane that it’s brunettes that get his heart racing.” The blonde leaned back, her lips tugged in a smile, assessing the boy’s natural hair colour. “Do you think that’s considered to be brunette? Better hit the bleach ASAP.”
Her laugh wasn’t mocking, but for the first time in a long time, it was genuine. She didn’t know much about Harlow, just that she was beautiful– thought at Easton, that was a currency in which everyone seemed to be rich in. “I certainly hope he’s not up to trouble,” she sighed, “I had the worst time dragging him here from the airport.”
Schooling his face into a serious expression, Isaac lifted his eyes to lock onto her own and began to nod. “Yes, I think I’ll definitely be getting the bleach out as soon as I get to Ketlar.” He replied, unable to keep the expression on his lips much longer before his lips lifted up into a smile and he lifted the steaming coffee up to his lips, gulping down the caffeine that he needed so much.
“As do I.” He grinned toward, putting the coffee cup back down on the table. “After all, I live with him.” Rolling his eyes when speaking, Isaac chuckled slightly and leant back on the sofa he’d been sat on, gently tugging on Charlotte’s hand to try and get her to lean back with him. “C’mon then, tell me everything about Paris.”
Coffee & Co.
isabellerockefeller-x:
Isabelle sat under a painting of the world’s map, spread out like a coffee stain, a cup of jasmine green tea clasped between her hands, and an untouched piece of chocolate cake to her right. She had a book to keep her occupied while she waited for company, her gaze shifting from the paragraph to the text when her phone buzzed. Placing the white tea cup aside, she lifted her phone, her gaze lifting up as well.
TEXT: I see you. TEXT: Is that, dare I say it, a jacket you’re wearing?
Walking up the path with his hands shoved into his pockets and a scarf around his neck, Isaac kept his gaze on the coffee house so he’d not get distracted by anything around him which would cause him to stay in the cold any longer. Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, Isaac read the texts and rolled his eyes.
TEXT: It is! And a scarf too. TEXT: Sorry I’m late.
new year
c-harlottewright:
Charlotte grinned, wordlessly slipping her fingers below the hem of her boatneck shirt, tugging out the necklace that lay beneath it. She wore it often, a piece that hid beneath layers– “Maybe you’ll find a chance to wear it soon.” She glanced down at her beverage, light eyes catching the sparkle from the jewelry. “I have a good feeling about this year.”
The action made a blush stain her cheeks, rising up her neck and she laughed, delighting in his affection. “I’d be careful with him, he’s been jumping from bed to bed as though he’s trying to find something he’s lost.” The blonde peered over through dark lashes, her expression mischievous, “Curves? Are you sure he wasn’t thinking that he was texting your sister?”
Blue eyes widening when she tugged out the necklace he’d bought her in return, Isaac couldn’t stop the swell of joy within him upon finding out that she still wore it. When choosing the present he had been at a standstill, he wanted to get her something special and had even recruited his mother to help before he had found it, hidden away in New York. “I have a good feeling about this year as well.” Now that you’ve come back, he would have added if he had the confidence.
Chuckling, Isaac rolled his eyes and shook his head at the information given to him about Aaron. “Trying to find me,” He sighed dramatically, before throwing Charlotte a mischevious grin. “Oh god don’t, he was texting my sister.” He spoke, running a hand through his hair as he thought back to accidentally picking up Harlow’s phone instead of his own and noticing a message from the male Wright.
@isaaccohen: all this water yet you're still thirsty
new year
c-harlottewright:
“You need to get a better jacket,” she noted, though perhaps her fondness for autumn slipped through her words and saturated the conversation. Layering and fashion stood prevalent in her preferences over lying half dressed on a beach– she was a child of Paris, her heart belonged to beautiful garments and her soul demanded that she look good in them.
Charlotte took a careful sip, curving her hands around the cup– it was too hot, but she smiled anyways, revelling in the warmth and familiar bite of bitter coffee. “I’m happy to be home, anyways.” It didn’t feel foreign to say the words, to refer to Easton as home. It was her birthright; the grounds that the academy stood on were her inheritance, she belonged there just as much as the stone eagles that stood sentry in front of the gates. “I heard whispers that Aaron is planning a party already.”
"I still have that outfit you bought me for Christmas last year." He spoke fondly, taking the rounded spectacles off of his face and cleaning them with a wipe, meeting Charlotte's gaze as he did so. The outfit was one of his favourites, but every time he'd worn it, Charlotte hadn't been around to see so he never felt right in it. "You'll have to give me an excuse to wear it one of these days soon."
Smiling, Isaac slid his hand over and thread his fingers between hers so he was able to bring the hand up and press a kiss to the back of her hand. "I'm glad you're home too." Putting the glasses back on his face with his other hand, he began to nod as she spoke. "Indeed, he was telling me about arranging a party, among telling me how he likes my curves.."
new year
c-harlottewright:
Charlotte remembered with no fondness the days spent in Arizona; how Aaron had sobered from his flight ritual just by sweating the drugs out. Her own silk blouse had clung to her tanned skin like ice did to glass on a windowpane, they’d promptly left for Paris without looking back. “I don’t know about that,” she countered, tucking into her seat and resting her chin on her fist– “You can always layer up in the cold, but you can’t peel your skin off when it gets too cold.”
The blonde grinned at his touch, hiding the expression away in her sleeve. “With a straw,” she tailed his words, nodding to confirm the order. “I can’t believe you remembered.” The query made her nod, “Being in Paris is like surfacing after living a life attached to oxygen tank under water.” Her expression was dreamy, eyes lit with fondness. “I forgot that air could be so sweet.”
Stopping for a moment to think of what she said, Isaac couldn't help but agree with her. "Yeah that's rather true, I'm just terrible in the cold, give me a beach any day of the week and I'll be happy." He spoke, a smile lighting up his features as he brought back the two coffees and placing them down in front of the two of them.
"Of course I remembered." His eyes couldn't hide just how happy he was that she was back, even as he lifted the cup to his lips causing his glasses to steam up. Listening to her description of Paris made him smile even further, she sounded so content and happy that it just made him happy hearing of it. "I'm glad."
new year
c-harlottewright:
“Good, it suits you.” He was almost unrecognizable without his signature locks, something that Charlotte had noted upon first laying her eyes upon him. What she didn’t utter aloud was that she liked him best when his hair was colourless. Somewhere in the distance she was certain that Aaron was cursing her encouragement– dyed hair required much more maintenance and only she knew that his own blonde locks were urged to their current vibrance with only the best hands in the best salons in Paris.
“Do we really chatter that much?” The question was teasing, offered with a grin as she steered them towards the cafe that they had first met, the jacket that he’d ruined was now somewhere in a couture graveyard, even though she remembered the incident fondly. “I don’t think I’ve actually ever been to Florida,” Charlotte admitted, “I always picked California when it came to picking somewhere warm in America. One year Aaron wanted us to go to Arizona for a month in the summer,” she laughed, “We were home within two days, it was awful.”
Unable to hide the chuckle when hearing her experience of Arizona, he shook his head fondly and just gave her a smile when meeting her gaze once more. “I’ve been to Arizona quite a few times, a lot of my American family enjoy it there. The heat is unbearable but at least its better than freezing.” He admitted, pushing the door to the cafe open and allowed her to walk in before following in behind her and gently pulling her over to his favourite alcove which he’d discovered while she’d been gone.
“Did you enjoy Paris?” He asked, unwrapping the scarf from around his neck as he sat on the couch. If she had been happy during the time that he hadn’t seen her then that’s all that mattered to Isaac. Toying with the fingers which were thread between his own, Isaac smiled and pressed a quick kiss to the tips of her fingers before beginning to walk over to the coffee bar. “Black coffee with two sugars, right?” He winked before turning to the barista and ordering the drinks.
@isaaccohen: #blondeshavemorefun
new year
c-harlottewright:
She offered a grin of her own, her usually steely expression melting into something more giddy. Charlotte pulled away– just an arms length to assess if anything had changed since they’d last been face to face. He was the same, beautiful and long lashed; the only thing that was different was the darker locks that fell across his forehead. “Me too,” the blonde breathed, reaching for his hands to begin leading him away from the steps of the dormitory.
“Are you going to go back to blonde?” An arbitrary question, she let it fall loftily in the air, threading her fingers through his– the intimate action drew curious glances from passerbys, Charlotte tipped her head upwards in defiance. “What have you been up to? How has Easton coped with our disappearance?” Her heart thudded a marcher’s beat inside her chest– though every step was meant to look casual as their hands swung intertwined between them.
Allowing her to pull him from the steps, Isaac walked close beside Charlotte, his shoulder bumping hers a couple time before their fingers slid between each others and held on tight. “I just might now that now,” She replied, his eyes catching hers with a soft smile. He had missed his blonde hair, he hadn’t the enthusiam to dye it after everyone had disappeared, there was a box hidden in his bathroom back at Ketlar with all of his bleach in it that he had bought without even realising and now he was feeling the urge to just take the plunge once more.
“The silence has been maddening.” Admitting this, he squeezed her hand and kept his eyes on their pathway. “I’ve not known what to do with myself after you all left, though I did get to go back to Florida for a while and spend some time back in the sun and on the sand.” Smiling, Isaac wished that he was back there now, this time of year bringing in the cold air that he despised so much.
new year
isaac–cohen:
When Isaac had received a message from Charlotte, he hadn’t believed it was even her for a while, taking him a time to pick up the courage before responding to her. He had been rather alone when she had upped and left, especially when it was only weeks after he had confessed to her that he had began to fall for her, it had hurt him a fair bit and it didn’t help when Aaron had disappeared as well. It wasn’t the best start to the new year but now, nearly a year later he was recieving messaged from them both and he hadn’t known what to think.
Picking up a jacket, Isaac shrugged it on and looked in a mirror before leaving. He looked a lot different than the last time the Wright siblings had seen him, his hair had gone dark now it was no longer bleached due to his lack of energy to dye it, the stark change of hair colour made him look different to himself. Shaking his head, Isaac left Ketlar and was soon sat on Billings steps, waiting for Charlotte to arrive.
The grand disappearing act of the queen of Billings was just scene one. Charlotte revelled in the attention that saturated her every turn since she had arrived once more upon campus; her usurpers slinked off back into second place the same moment that she dropped her overstuffed portfolio onto the table, announcing that the flowers adorning it’s surface were completely inappropriate for the winter.
It was a familiar name mentioned in passing had her head spinning– and completely unlike herself, the blonde found herself sending off a flurry of messages to the boy who had carted away her heart for a little while. Paris was a great place to be when you were in or out of love, but stepping out of it was like leaving a dream– at Easton she hungered now for reality. Dressing quickly, Char slid on her fur jacket, letting the luxurious material drape over narrow shoulders before she bounded down the steps; paying little mind to the looks she drew when she circled her arms around Isaac.
“What happened to Jack Frost?” She questioned, letting her fingers rifle through his hair, though her eyes betrayed her thoughts. I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.
Feeling a pair of arms wrap around him, Isaac tensed for a second before relaxing back into the embrace, even pushing his head into her hand when feeling her fingers begin to run through his hair. Opening his eyes as he leaned back and stared up at her, Isaac couldn't pull his gaze away from her own and slowly a genuine smile began to pull at his lips. It'd been too long since he'd last seen the queen of billings and even now his heart had skipped a beat.
"I missed you." He blurted out rather than answering the question she had posed toward his hair. The past year he'd spent with his sister, his family and those who had stayed in Ketlar with him, but he had missed the Wright siblings terribly. It'd been a quiet year and for Isaac who usually preferred the silence now despised it.
Lifting his own hand up to touch his hair, Isaac gave her a lopsided smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "I kept forgetting to bleach it, no one else really remembered that Jack Frost existed." He admitted.
new year
When Isaac had received a message from Charlotte, he hadn’t believed it was even her for a while, taking him a time to pick up the courage before responding to her. He had been rather alone when she had upped and left, especially when it was only weeks after he had confessed to her that he had began to fall for her, it had hurt him a fair bit and it didn’t help when Aaron had disappeared as well. It wasn’t the best start to the new year but now, nearly a year later he was recieving messaged from them both and he hadn’t known what to think.
Picking up a jacket, Isaac shrugged it on and looked in a mirror before leaving. He looked a lot different than the last time the Wright siblings had seen him, his hair had gone dark now it was no longer bleached due to his lack of energy to dye it, the stark change of hair colour made him look different to himself. Shaking his head, Isaac left Ketlar and was soon sat on Billings steps, waiting for Charlotte to arrive.
Of all things, I think that'd be appreciated. Meet you outside of Billings in fifteen?
Would be a little deja vu wouldn’t it?
I wasn't really looking for company, the time alone was good for me I think. It made me even more eager to get back. Let's hang out, get coffee.
Ah, fair enough, I’m glad you’re back.
Yeah lets go get coffee and I promise I won’t spill it down your dress this time.
Paris stole me away, I thought I could smile at a camera for a little while and figure things out but it turns out that my heart belongs to Easton.
You should have told me. I would have come to see you.
I believe that if you need an arbitrary holiday to set goals for yourself, you'll never keep them. But between the two of us, I'm planning on just being happy this year.
Well, to be happy is the best resolution that you can make.
So where did you disappear to when you left me here in the dust?
Make any new year's resolutions?
Can’t say I have! I hardly stick to them..
How about yourself?
