— and these are the snapshots of kit sloane: a sucker cut to a heart knocking against teeth, petals lingering on depart, the hem of a past lover’s tee grazing the swell of thighs, befriending that which goes bump in the night, wildflowers overcoming a lawn, nocturn a leftover kiss of violet beneath bottom lashes
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.
name: kit sloane age: 25 birthdate: october 10th, 1995 occupation: florist + manager at daisy chain’s neighbourhood: mako manor
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.
tattoos: stars on her fingers scars: one on the bend of a knee as a result of falling from a tree climbed alongside korain, another on an ankle from a neighbour’s demon dog spotify most played: 8 hour white noise style: worn high-waisted denim, some thrifted band tee she knows nothing about, lacy bralettes visible beneath tops either sheer or buttons undone, a dainty gold chain that hangs against a collar bone, a sundress hitched an inch too short vehicle: none, kit had an old beater that she sold to make mortgage payments on her family home. she has a bike, but tends to walk instead
𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.
she is raised in costa cove in an eyesore of a home; overgrown lawn, a shutter hanging on by a sole screw, enveloped in chainlink. her mother leaves in the night when she’s young, leaving kit to be raised by her father. he tries his best, nodding along as he listens intently to her otherworldly rambles. between the two of them, love and light blooms in equal parts, and kit ages blind to how little she has.
her mother’s desire to flee is inherited, though in kit it is shrugged off as a nomadic nature, as a remedy to the insatiable boredom of an only child raised by a single parent often working to make ends meet. so she wanders costa from adolescence onward, until she explains that she must see more, and a few years after high school graduation kit leaves with the promise of a prompt return.
she wanders for a year, each destination punctuated with a postcard home to her father that always ends with an i’ll be home soon. but kit doesn’t return until she receives a voicemail from costa’s sheriff, who informs her of her father’s sudden passing.
recently returned, kit is left choking on the twine of grief and guilt, with how she should’ve been there. regret is heavy and prompts her unable to yet return to her childhood home, so she rents a rundown apartment in mako manor that is further left bare by her naive insistence that her stay there is so temporary she doesn’t need much decor, that she’ll be back to her home in costa cove soon.
she resumes a past position as a florist at daisy chains, and works feverishly to keeping her mind occupied, to keep it from straying to the fresh wound of her recent loss. when she isn’t there, she chases thrills in hopes of feeling alive, of feeling something other than the numbing grief that has settled to her skeletal.
𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
