rose colored

big town. synthetic apparitions of not being lonely. look ! he's having a breakdown. what a letdown, a shame, i think he might die ! and now she's dancing, enthralling, i guess i gotta wait my turn. i said, "don't fall in love with the moment." she said, "you've got a lot to learn."

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imessage → julianna.

reia: ugh i feel so much better now

reia: thank you

reia: can we start with loaded?

julianna: of course, let's rejoice!

julianna: i feel like we should learn to make our own

julianna: or recreate the ones from that one diner

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imessage → julianna.

reia: yes

reia: but maybe we can keep cake? and pasta?

julianna: and fries

julianna: so i guess we don't need celery anymore

julianna: poor celery

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imessage → julianna.

reia: but we can season it

julianna: a concept

julianna: a scenario i can handle

julianna: are we just avoiding starch or something

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imessage → julianna.

reia: that's the taste

reia: or how i imagine it'll be

reia: just more water?

julianna: i googled it and it's 2% more to be exact

julianna: so what are we supposed to fry if celery will taste... not great

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imessage → julianna.

reia: oh my gosh jules

reia: it's asparagus

julianna: plural asaparagi

julianna: is that the taste or the one we have to fry?

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imessage → julianna.

reia: how do you think that would taste?

julianna: somehow soggy and not at the same time

julianna: but soggy isn't a taste so it depends

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imessage → julianna.

reia: do you want to do something with me?

reia: replace french fries with celery always

julianna: is that the something we're doing

julianna: replacing fries with celery?

julianna: can we fry the celery?

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ofwinifred:

Winifred was the epitome of darkness: owner of a black soul, speaker of indifferent remarks as well as scrutinizer of obscure traits of the people surrounding her person. However, when Julianna kindly approached her, the female didn’t feel the urge to succumb to her true essence -, Win smartly saw this moment as an unmistakable opportunity to cease her austerity. Win continued to walk calmly -, pondering about the other girl’s golden heart -, when she heard Jules’ sweet voice, “I certainly enjoy a nice slice of apple pie…”, the girl recognized, a petit smile forming on her pink lips.

deciding where to go was always a bit of a precarious situation when neither party wanted to be certain about one place or unwilling to give an answer when presented with choices, so, julianna was impressed by winifred’s decisiveness, right down to the kind of pie she wanted.  “oh, i could always go for a classic. apple pie, it is!” she responded, spinning off into more of a ‘get to know you’ stream of conversation. “i think this place serves theirs with freshly made vanilla ice cream – do you enjoy it like that? is there a place where you’re from that you really enjoyed? where are you from again? or were you just born and raised here?” she smiled, in place of being apologetic about the barrage of questions she’d unleashed on her.

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wthiliana:

pursing her lips out a bit at julianna’s words, she had to admit that she agreed with her. laughing, iliana followed her roommate over to the shoes and slipped hers on. “you’ve won me over with a snack at the deli - oh! maybe we’ll see how long it takes for us to get kicked out,” she joked. throwing her jacket on along with her things in her pockets, she was ready. “i’m warning you now, grocery shopping is probably the least helpful i’m at. when i had to do it by myself, i just had to guess whatever i needed.” she laughed lightly while heading over to the front door. 

jules laughed, “getting kicked out of a grocery store? that’s actually my specialty! ask me why.” not so surprisingly, jules hadn’t yet told iliana that anecdote about her childhood. despite hitting it off very well, the two were still getting to know each other. “two months and we’ve never gone grocery shopping together...? i’m ashamed! but it’s okay because we’re doing it now. i have a list prepared, sort of.” it was more of a list of random items she’d noticed that her roommates liked to eat and things she wanted herself as well. she opened the door, locking it before she let go of the knob, leaving the rest to her roommate before she walked down to the exit. “so, transportation? are we driving? walking?” 

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sebbryant:

he was frustrated. clearly, he was irritated, his tone and his facial expression showed it. he wasn’t just frustrated with seeing julianna, but because he felt like she was never going to understand. he rambled on and on, with a venomous tone, yet she still seemed to be unaccepting of the truth. seb glared at her after she said the nickname, such an ugly nickname, one he wished would never come out of her mouth again. they weren’t friends, not anymore. there were no more funny nicknames between the two, and sebastian had taken the ‘bff forever’ with two pink hearts out of julianna’s contact name ( and maybe he had been close to deleting the contact name all together ). the nights of falling asleep in each other’s bed after staying up for hours and talking on the phone until 2 am were over. sebastian had moved on, but it upset him to see julianna had not. “what the fuck do you think are souls represent, julianna?” sebastian scoffed, “our souls are apart of us. this fucking black, disgusting thing is apart of me, it represents me. maybe i haven’t changed, maybe i’ve just realized who i am.” sebastian relaxed the angry expression on his face, to instead replace it with a saddened one. “i’m not alone. i’ve made new friends. i’ve met awesome people. i have a great fucking job. i am fine. you’re the ignorant asshole who can’t seem to think i can be happy like this. i’m good. i don’t need someone like you, more specifically, i don’t need you in my life. not like how i used to need you.”

it became increasingly difficult to maintain her composure; she pulled back, hands disappearing into a knot in her lap under the table. the look in sebastian’s eyes and vitriol laced into his voice made her feel nauseous. it was sickening how he held such a large place in her heart, yet sitting across from him, she could feel how meaningless she was to him. but, the very core of julianna was that she wouldn’t let go of anyone – loyal to a fault. she let them carve their places into her, but when they were gone, she was hollow. she always hoped that her heart wasn’t finite because she found that people always made their own spaces instead of taking over the empty. no one replaced him, no one could imitate the exact way he was her best friend. at least, that's what it felt like. he was more than just someone to talk to until early morning, whose voice lulled her to sleep during late nights, so, she couldn’t comprehend how, however long ago, sebastian decided overnight that they’d gone from sharing everything to have nothing in common despite the severe circumstances, she just couldn’t. “yeah, it’s apart of you, but just one part.” her voice betrayed her, cracking without permission. “it doesn’t define you. what you’re like? what you do? that’s your decision.” she took a deep breath, an attempt to combat the tightening of her throat. “that’s not what i said. not what i meant. not at all. i want you to be happy and i hope that you are! all i want is to be there for it all.” tears pricked the inner corners of her eyes, provoked by his latest comment. “what if i need you?” she stood, ‘i don’t need you in my life. not like how i used to need you.’ echoing in her mind as she rushed out of the café. she didn’t want to cry in front of anyone, but even more so, she didn’t want to hear his response. outside, she shrank into a low crouch, back against the wall as she forced herself to calm down. 

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rcia:

“it’s a real concern of mine, that i won’t get a chance to breathe,” reia exaggerated, embellishing jules’ joke with a laugh of her own and a flip of her hair. she wasn’t that daft, to dismiss a free compliment. especially when it was coming from julianna, who she was sure she shared the same opinions of with half of seattle. all around attractive, in julianna’s own words, and an all around good person. “maybe you’re right,” she nodded, a finger pointing in jules’ direction. “i haven’t screamed at anyone. or screamed about anyone. people have been treating me well, i think. hopefully treating us both well, because if not then they owe you a cake. see if they can top that one,” she smiled, nearly glowing from the unsolicited praise. “you’re too nice,” she spoke, voice teasing, as she accepted the fork from her friend. “eating until my stomach hurts, probably.”

julianna settled back onto her seat and grinned excitedly, “this is worth any and all of the pain.” she took another forkful of cake, taking the brief window to contemplate bringing up what happened yesterday at the café. she’d already relayed everything concerning sebastian to reia, unsurprising considering that reia was her best friend now. not a replacement for seb, but carving out her own unique place in jules’ heart. “well, screaming at someone could be a good thing because scenarios, but is screaming about someone really a bad thing? i guess it depends on what’s said, who’s around to hear it...” she trailed off, ending with a soft sigh. “i think sebastian owes me a cake.” she shut her eyes almost immediately after saying it out loud because really, she was the one that pushed him. overstepping boundaries was something she direly needed to address. the situation was also embarrassing for her because she was so pathetic. “i saw him at the café and i just – ” she sighed, “i had to go and talk to him, you know? i can’t help it.”

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rowanok:

rowan smiled, looking down. the compliment coming from julianna had him feeling almost bashful. “thanks. but i don’t even pick out my own outfits. my roommate, summer, is the sole reason any of my colors are coordinated.” he shook his head, laughing at himself. “let’s just not talk about it. how about that weather, huh?” with a grin, rowan watched as she tried the drink. “strong? you should try a dirty shirley. i think you’d like that. you okay?” he laughed. finishing off his first old fashioned, and waving the bartender down for another. “so how are things with you? besides the burning in your throat from the drink i just made you try.”

“i’ll let you in on a secret,” she paused, leaning forward and playfully lifting her hand to shield her mouth from being read by others, “color coordination? doesn’t even matter! it’s all about being able to pull it off, and you could literally pull off a red and orange hefty bag, ro.” julianna nodded, eyes wide and slight smile stretching her lips. “so strong, but i’ll skip the shirley! it’s time i learn to handle the non-fruity drinks, right?" she took another sip, a longer one; the burn was still strong, but it was smoother this time. “things are good! accepting that i’ve graduated college and that my entire future lies in my hands is a hard pill to swallow, but it’s good. i was actually here checking this place out, you know? like as a possible setting for filming? what about you? anything new?”

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winifred was an intimidating woman. that much was evident from the start, along with the fact that julianna hadn’t had the same experience with her that other people described. she wasn’t quite sure what the reason was, but she was just going to accept that maybe she’d found a friend in winnie. “so, what do you feel like getting for dessert? there’s like, gelato... we could share a slice of pie? do you have a favorite?” she asked, turning to glance at her for a moment before bringing her attention back to the sidewalk ahead. @ofwinifred

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alright, i’m about to get started on replies, starters in the tags, and im’s – if we haven’t plotted and you’d like to plot, like this or just shoot a message! if we have plotted and haven’t had the chance to interact, reply to this for a starter? like jst be like “starter pls” or just like it if you want to chat about our muses! basically like for a message, reply for a starter.

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rowanok:

he should’ve noticed julianna when he walked in, but the tension of the long day gave him tunnel vision where all he could see was a bar stool and a drink. rowan turned to her and smiled, his demeanor was instantly more relaxed, “hey j, how are you?” he took his drink from the bartender, after handing julianna her old fashioned. “just came from work, the fancy get up is unfortunately part of the job. i’m working on passing a motion for casual fridays, but government works so slowly.” he took a drink, laughing at his own silly joke.

julianna shifted her body to face rowan, figuring it was better than facing the bar. “i’m great – i was actually about to leave, but i guess i have a reason to stay now.” she smiled, thanking rowan as she took the glass from him. “well, at least you look great. you’re very sharp.” jules laughed along, catching the humor. “how’s the internship going? good? if not, you can just pretend i never asked.” she took a sip of the drink – truth be told, she didn’t really know what was in an old fashioned, but she was willing to give it a taste – and almost immediately wrinkled her nose, her hand hovering over her mouth as she tried to suppress a cough. “this is something... new!” she explained, a light flush taking over her cheeks because of course, that was embarrassing.

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rcia:

“that means i’ve got zero people to ward off,” she sighed, something more fit for dodging an oncoming car while bicycling than finding that julia was the only one of all her roommates home. “i haven’t even done anything good in the past week. why am i running into this luck?” she continued on, finding her way to the kitchen and placing the cake on the countertop. and because she felt so comfortable, the coziest really, she rummaged through until she found a clean fork, taking it over to julia. “here. no knife. just go for it, then you’ve made your mark and they know: the time i found to make it was time spent for you only.” her words were stamped with a smile and nod, sealed as law and strong enough to somehow find home in the air and seep into the pores of the others when they returned home. or something. they’d know, is all. as soon as they crossed the threshold. “are you missing the outing? am i in the way of roommate bonding?”

julianna laughed, “for once, right? because you’re just so all around attractive, you’re just always having to shoo them away?” seeing reia walk around the countertop, she figured she was grabbing utensils for the both of them and lifted herself onto a tall stool by the cake. “maybe you’ve sent more positive karmatic energy into the universe than you know and it’s just now getting back to you,” she mused, taking the cover off the cake and practically salivating as she registered the scent. “wait, isn’t this a good thing you’ve done? like, you coming over in and of itself would’ve made my day, but with this as well? an absolutely amazing thing.” she laughed again, nodding this time and digging into the cake as instructed. once she finished swallowing, praise spilled through her lips. “this is sooo good. they’re going to seethe when they find out they can’t have any.” she was kidding about not sharing, of course. “not at all. i’d rather hang out with you, anyway! aren’t you eating, too?” she asked, hopping off the stool and going to look for another fork in consideration of reia’s wariness of ‘germs.’

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sebbryant:

“adore me?” sebastian practically snorted at the comment, “they don’t adore me. they tolerate me. they talk to me. stop buttering shit up, shit you don’t even know about.” sebastian closed his eyes and leaned his head back for a moment, taking in a deep breath. he knew he was getting angry, irrational frustration that was building up, and he didn’t know how to stop. “we are fucking different!” sebastian snapped again, trying to keep his voice low at the same time to prevent a scene from happening, his eyes going back to julianna’s. “you cannot pretend i am not different after what happened. you did not go through what i went through you didn’t… you didn’t do what i did. stop fucking pretending we are so alike, and open up your god damn eyes, julianna.” her full name felt unfamiliar on the tip of his tongue, as ‘jules’ was always the name he used to call her. never julianna. “this changed my life, i’m not like you anymore. i don’t get the treatment you do.. the treatment you gold souls have. you’re a smart girl, julianna, so you should be smart to understand this.”

julianna squinted, letting go of her cup and looking down as she brushed the condensation from her palms. it was only an excuse to look away from sebastian; the way he spoke about himself was so pessimistic, hopeless, really. she hated that. a soft sigh in response, she needed to drop that topic. this was about them. she turned her head, smiling at the table closest to theirs, to assure them that everything was under control. “my eyes are open, seabass.” it actually hurt to hear his voice saying her full name, something reserved for strangers who didn’t know to call her something shorter, but she refused to do the same. she resorted to one of her sillier nicknames for him, she hadn’t said it in so long, and it almost felt stupid now, but she brushed the feeling off because it wasn’t. “so, the color of your soul changed. that doesn’t mean that you have to change to match.” she chewed on her cheek, blinking a few times in rapid succession because she physically felt herself getting sadder, not about herself, not just about their fallen friendship, but most of all, about him. “well, i want to treat you the way i’ve always treated you, but you won’t let me. like fine, you’re adamant that you’re completely different now. that doesn’t mean that you’re doomed to be alone.”