faith, trust, and pixie dust

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“I tend to overshare,”Jasmine said sheepishly before she puffed out her cheeks and let the air come out slowly, a trait she inherited from her mother when she was confused or angry. At that moment she was very confused and just wanted to know where she’s seen this boy before, but she realized that she wasn’t going to figure it out. “Yeah, I guess,” Jasmine said warily, responding to the boy’s last comment. “So, I came here today to get some pencils and a sketchpad or something, I don’t know I’ve never gotten supplies for art before,” she said, getting quieter as she stared at the boy, trying not to give up on where she knows him from. “Okay, one last question before I sound crazy, by any chance have you ever been to Neverland?”

“ i can tell, ” iseul said with a smile, shaking his head. “ i would’ve thought your mother would’ve taught you better. ” he commented – not thinking much about the sentence as he listened on to the other’s reasoning in coming. iseul perked up, the conversation immediately forgotten, as he moved past the counter once again and started toward one of the small tables – “ well, i have all kinds here. for sketch pads, i have different paper thicknesses, certain sketchbooks that suit different mediums. pencil wise – i’ve got packs, and then individuals. ” he shrugged, “ it’s all up to preference, really. but i’m assuming you’re not really into all the complicated stuff if this is the first time you’ve looked in an art store, are you ? ” he offered with a smile.

until the girl mentioned neverland. the corner of his lip twitched at the mention of the place he used to call home – and he knew he’d been caught. he had shoved away the possibility of the girl really knowing who he was – he’d been in neverland so long ago, and she seemed far too young to have known him. however, his instincts were somehow wrong. but he wasn’t about to give it up – not yet. while he’d been quiet for far too long to lie and say he had never been, that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least skirt around the truth. “ i … for some time, yes. ” iseul murmured, giving the girl a curt nod before lifting one of the sketchbooks off the table and handing it to her. “ maybe this one would suit your needs ? ”

Jasmine looked to the boy, “Was I that obvious?” she asked, chuckling silently. “I’ve been wanting to be more ‘artsy’ lately,” she added, using air quotes around ‘artsy’. The girl noticed the boy’s obvious discomfort with the topic of Neverland, so she tried to clear the air about it. “I only asked about it because my mom’s showed me a bunch of pictures from there and you look a bit like someone in the pictures, I could just be loony though,” she said, shrugging. “And I don’t know much about art, but this one seems great, thank you.” Jasmine looked around at the sets of pencils. “I just need a simple kit of pencils, nothing too crazy,” Jasmine said, picking up a random pack, “Would these be up to the job?”

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Jasmine stared at the boy, “I’m really new in town, I’ve only been here a couple weeks,” Jasmine explained. “I was born and raised in Pixie Hollow though.” The blonde looked into the boy’s eyes, she has definitely seen those eyes before. Jasmine has always had a knack for remembering faces. “I definitely know you,” the girl didn’t care if she looked strange, she brought her body closer to the boy and examined his features. “Have you ever been in the paper or something?” Jasmine asked, pulling herself away from the boy to look up at him, waiting for an answer.

iseul hummed, nodding along with the other’s comments – it came as no surprise to him that she was from pixie hollow. faint memories of a certain fairy still fairly prevalent in his mind. “ do you always divulge your life story to complete strangers ? ” iseul asked, smiling gently at the girl. when she took a step toward him, he took a step back, eyes wide. he blinked, furrowing his brow – “ not in a paper you would’ve seen. ” he chuckled nervously – “ when i opened this place, but that was about it. ” he shook his head, moving back behind the counter. he leaned his forearms on the counter, smiling over at the young girl – “ i must just have one of those faces, ma’am. i’m sure we haven’t met. ”

“I tend to overshare,”Jasmine said sheepishly before she puffed out her cheeks and let the air come out slowly, a trait she inherited from her mother when she was confused or angry. At that moment she was very confused and just wanted to know where she’s seen this boy before, but she realized that she wasn’t going to figure it out. “Yeah, I guess,” Jasmine said warily, responding to the boy’s last comment. “So, I came here today to get some pencils and a sketchpad or something, I don’t know I’ve never gotten supplies for art before,” she said, getting quieter as she stared at the boy, trying not to give up on where she knows him from. “Okay, one last question before I sound crazy, by any chance have you ever been to Neverland?”

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From the moment she woke up, Jasmine felt motivated. She started her day by grabbing a coffee like all teenagers do on summer mornings. As she drank her coffee, she decided to take a short walk around the city, she wanted to learn as much as she could about the Capitol before she had to go to school, only to be consumed with piles of work. She finished her coffee and looked around for the nearest trash bin. The blonde finally found a place to throw out her cup, looking up she realized that it was a small art school, it was ironic because she had been meaning to get a sketchpad and some pencils so she could potentially turn her doodles into real art. As she walked into the store she was greeted with the smell of paint and granite. The store itself, in Jasmine’s eyes, was adorable. She walked up to the boy at the counter to ask for some help, but there was something familiar about him. “Um, hi. I’m Jasmine. It’s my first time getting art suppli-” Jasmine starts but quickly cuts herself off. “I’m sorry, do I know you? You just look really familiar.” Knowing the questions seems strange, Jasmine quickly regrets asking it, but curse her mothers genes for making her naturally curious.

a year since he’d opened up his shop, iseul had a routine at this point. wake up too-early in the morning after too-little sleep and write up what was left of the homework he’d been doing the night before. he’d brew a pot of coffee – and drink the entire thing before he was even finished with his papers. when the clock finally hit seven o’clock, iseul would finally get dressed into his typical jeans-and-loose-button-up-shirt before heading down the steps of his apartment into the storefront – it was the only reason he fell in love with the building he was currently living-slash-working in.

another pot of coffee was made as he set up the shop for opening – he wouldn’t turn the sign and unlock the doors until almost eight o’clock. iseul was lucky he’d become a morning person. the few regulars came-and-went, iseul was all smiles and light conversation as they entered, wishing them a good day as they left. it wasn’t until a particular blonde walked into the store that iseul felt strange. the girl’s aura was familiar – reminded him of someone faint in his memories – but he pushed the thought away as he smiled at the young girl; “ welcome, is there anything i can help you find ? ” he offered, standing from behind the counter.

he paused. jasmine. jasmine was … familiar. of course, he supposed it wasn’t an uncommon name – but something about the blonde hair something about the blue eyes. he lifted a brow at the other’s question – “ do we know each other ? ” he asked, quirking his head to one side. it took only a moment for realization to settle in – blonde hair, blue eyes, petite – “ i don’t think so. ” iseul offered, perhaps a bit too quickly, as he attempted to keep the smile on his face relaxed. “ i do frequent the coffee shop a few stores over, if you’ve been there before. i’m sure i’d remember you if you’d stepped in here before. ” he chuckled – “ i never forget a face that walks in here. ”

Jasmine stared at the boy, “I’m really new in town, I’ve only been here a couple weeks,” Jasmine explained. “I was born and raised in Pixie Hollow though.” The blonde looked into the boy’s eyes, she has definitely seen those eyes before. Jasmine has always had a knack for remembering faces. “I definitely know you,” the girl didn’t care if she looked strange, she brought her body closer to the boy and examined his features. “Have you ever been in the paper or something?” Jasmine asked, pulling herself away from the boy to look up at him, waiting for an answer.

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From the moment she woke up, Jasmine felt motivated. She started her day by grabbing a coffee like all teenagers do on summer mornings. As she drank her coffee, she decided to take a short walk around the city, she wanted to learn as much as she could about the Capitol before she had to go to school, only to be consumed with piles of work. She finished her coffee and looked around for the nearest trash bin. The blonde finally found a place to throw out her cup, looking up she realized that it was a small art school, it was ironic because she had been meaning to get a sketchpad and some pencils so she could potentially turn her doodles into real art. As she walked into the store she was greeted with the smell of paint and granite. The store itself, in Jasmine’s eyes, was adorable. She walked up to the boy at the counter to ask for some help, but there was something familiar about him. “Um, hi. I’m Jasmine. It’s my first time getting art suppli-” Jasmine starts but quickly cuts herself off. “I’m sorry, do I know you? You just look really familiar.” Knowing the questions seems strange, Jasmine quickly regrets asking it, but curse her mothers genes for making her naturally curious.

Is your attitude as bad as your mothers?

my mother was slightly temperamental and I seemed to have inherited that trait, but I’m better at keeping myself calm, thanks to my levelheaded father.

“Nice to meet you too, she said, shaking the boy’s hand. “My honorary uncle, Bobble, has had sight problems forever, and he’s always warned me about the danger of bright screens,” Jasmine told him, not caring if she revealed random facts about her fairy family. “Anyways, I grew up in Pixie Hollow and they showed the same movie over and over again in our one theater and it wasn’t even interesting, my friends dragged me out to see it once and I honestly wanted to tear my eyes out,” she said, quietly laughing at the memory. “Sorry I’m rambling,” Jasmine said, hiding her slightly crimson face behind a thin blanket of her hair.

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Why do you hate being in Calisota so much?

I don’t hate being in Calisota, it’s wonderful. What gave you that idea?

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On a short walk through the streets of Calisota, Jasmine walks past a cinema. Curious as to the strange amount of people pouring in and out of the building, she steps closer. Looking up, she reads the multiple movies playing today and finds that exactly zero of them sound interesting. They just all seemed so boring. “Why would anyone want to watch anything here, like ever?” Jasmine said under her breath not expecting anyone to here, shaking her head.

Dipper was on his usual walk of shame. Not a sex walk, but a walk that had involved him being transformed into an animal and shredding his shirt. “Why wouldn’t you? I don’t think people come here for the movies if you know what I mean.” He answered, following his gaze to where she was looking at.

Jasmine looked up at the boy, “No, I don’t know what you mean, and I’m not sure I want to know anyways.” The girl looked to the man, staring questionably at his lack of a shirt, but ignoring it anyways.The people in this city never cease to amaze me, Jasmine thought to herself.

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“I don’t know, they’ve never really been my thing,” Jasmine responded to the boy. “I’ve always preferred reading.” Jasmine wanted to know more about the boy, but he seemed to only want to talk about her. “I was born in Pixie Hollow and although we have theaters, the libraries were so much better,” Jasmine informed the boy. “Now that I’ve answered all of your questions, I want to know more about you, I’m getting bored talking about myself,” she said, steering the conversation back to the boy.

And this is why I’ve had no friends up to this point. Kit thought. He didn’t want to talk about himself in case he said something relating to who he was. But, he had to interact with other people eventually. Maybe he could tell her about himself while avoiding his past completely. “Well, I moved to Calisota a little while ago. I’m going to be a junior at Calisota Central High. I want to be an actor. And I think that’s all there is to know about Kit Grace. So, yeah… and anyway… here we are… Cafe de Mouse” Kit said as he opened the door for the girl.

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“I just moved here too, this is my first official day on the town,” Jasmine said, smiling at the coincidence. “I enrolled in Calisota Central High and I will also be a junior.” Jasmine walked into the Cafe, thanking the boy for opening the door for her. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to tell me everything, I just need some friends here and since you’re new I doubt you would mind having one,” Jasmine quickly told the boy. “So, let’s just get some coffees and talk about life.”

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Jasmine smiled to herself as she thought. “Well um, let’s see,” she responded. “I was born and raised in Pixie Hollow, my favorite color has to be purple, and I don’t watch movies, books are better.” Jasmine looked up to the boy and asked, “What about you? How it is here, or whatever. I’m new here, so I want all the gory details.”

She doesn’t like movies?!? Kit thought to himself, How could someone not like movies? And although Kit was bothered by this, he decided it best to keep the conversation going. “Well, I was born in-” Kit stopped. He couldn’t say where he was born, or anything about his past whatsoever, or else someone might find out who he was. “Never mind it doesn’t matter. But seriously, how can you not like movies?” He said trying to get the topic back onto the girl.

“I don’t know, they’ve never really been my thing,” Jasmine responded to the boy. “I’ve always preferred reading.” Jasmine wanted to know more about the boy, but he seemed to only want to talk about her. “I was born in Pixie Hollow and although we have theaters, the libraries were so much better,” Jasmine informed the boy. “Now that I’ve answered all of your questions, I want to know more about you, I’m getting bored talking about myself,” she said, steering the conversation back to the boy.

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On a short walk through the streets of Calisota, Jasmine walks past a cinema. Curious as to the strange amount of people pouring in and out of the building, she steps closer. Looking up, she reads the multiple movies playing today and finds that exactly zero of them sound interesting. They just all seemed so boring. “Why would anyone want to watch anything here, like ever?” Jasmine said under her breath not expecting anyone to here, shaking her head.

Normally, whenever some made a comment along the lines of that, Rowan just kept walking. However, there was something in the atmosphere that made him want to take a chance. “Probably because the popcorn’s fantastic?” the 19 year old joked at first. Then his gaze followed his new companion’s as he added, “Plus, sometimes watching a movie of any type can provide a pretty great and much needed distraction from the usual life in the fast lane feeling.”

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“I prefer chocolate to popcorn,” Jasmine replied turning to the boy. “And if you need a distraction, read a book. Don’t fry your corneas.” Jasmine chuckled lightly to herself, “But, I guess if you’re not a big reader, killing your eyes could come as a close second.” Jasmine slightly shrugged her shoulders and turned to the taller boy and stuck out her hand, “I’m Jasmine, and you are?”

On a short walk through the streets of Calisota, Jasmine walks past a cinema. Curious as to the strange amount of people pouring in and out of the building, she steps closer. Looking up, she reads the multiple movies playing today and finds that exactly zero of them sound interesting. They just all seemed so boring. “Why would anyone want to watch anything here, like ever?” Jasmine said under her breath not expecting anyone to here, shaking her head.

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Jasmine chuckles at the boy’s response. “I fall a lot, I’m fine,” she assured. “I don’t know about you but I need some coffee, you’re welcome to join, of course.” Jasmine found this as a good opportunity to make a friend in Calisota, anyways she found the boy interesting. “Also, I have no clue where I’m going, so it would be great if can you take me up on my offer and help me find this place,” she said, smiling and heading in a random direction, hoping she’s going the right way.

“Yeah. I’d love to come. It’s right down this way.” Kit said leading the girl down the street. “While we’re walking how about you tell me about yourself. Like uhh… Where are you from? What’s your favorite color? Favorite movie? That sort of thing…”

Jasmine smiled to herself as she thought. “Well um, let’s see,” she responded. “I was born and raised in Pixie Hollow, my favorite color has to be purple, and I don’t watch movies, books are better.” Jasmine looked up to the boy and asked, “What about you? How it is here, or whatever. I’m new here, so I want all the gory details.”

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“Uh, hi. I’m Jasmine,” she responded quite awkwardly. Being knocked over by a boy with a considerate height advantage over her on her first official day in Calisota was not how she expected her day to start. Having just enrolled in Calisota Central High, she hadn’t had an opportunity to make friends or to even meet anyone who actually lives in town. After the two teens had gotten themselves straightened out Jasmine was unsure of what else to say to the boy, so she stared at her white converse for a minute before looking up at him and saying, “Do you know where I can find some coffee around here?” Lame, but the girl was desperate for conversation and maybe some coffee.

“Umm… yeah. The Cafe de Mouse isn’t too far from here.” Kit said, hoping to keep the conversation with the blonde going. “But uhh… are you alright? I totally like… trucked you…” he said with a small laugh, trying not to make a complete fool of himself.