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there was nothing that could've prepared lyonet for this encounter. seriously, how lucky was she to have stumbled across someone as enthralling as addison on accident? suddenly, she felt the presence of something bigger than her looming; shit, maybe her family might've been ahead of the curve in attending synagogue each week. she'd skipped out on the last couple of services since the hanukkah blowout, but this was inspiring something unheard of within her: faith. "you've got total golden retriever energy. it's refreshing in a dull place like this. cute might've not been the word — relentlessly adorable, more like," shooting him a sparkling smile, slowly unraveling with each word spoken between them. her flirtatious demeanor was waning. not because she was suddenly disinterested, although that was normally par for the course with the young guitarist, but because this felt much more real than the thoughtless interactions she had with others whom she found attractive but cared not for their actual personalities. "well, only on the condition that we get hitched in my beloved hometown of las vegas, nevada." unexpectedly, she felt her stomach flutter at the suggestion of a date. uh, fuck yes! she almost thought to exclaim before regaining her composure. "i think i could make that work. just have to check my schedule," teasingly, she held her watch up as if it were a calendar, then scrunched her nose up before shrugging. "lucky you. looks like i'm free for the foreseeable future." whenever the idea of slipping out of the diner had come, lyonet was experiencing difficulty containing herself. "you know, i do need some fresh air, now that you mention it."
the encounter was stimulating, and addison couldn’t have prepared themself for it. ellie seemed like a force to be reckoned with as poetic as it could sound... or not. this would be the exact moment in which an imaginary question mark would appear above addison’s head if this were a cartoon series. they perked up at the mention of ‘possessing’ golden retriever energy to the point their head tilted to the side, and they shyly started to play with the strands of their hair. “thank you for confirming my thoughts on that. this place is painfully dulling, it needs a dash of cuteness — but relentlessly adorable? you’re just being smitten with me now... but thanks, i’d say the same to you but you beat me to it.” a chuckle escaped from him and their smile was earnest. his previous reflection of never should’ve left new york became a thing of the past. maybe anchorage wasn’t so bad after all? not to mention ellie’s sparkling smile, and honestly, addy tried their best to reciprocate their feelings. their eyes went wide, “ya know, getting hitched in las vegas sounds like news that my siblings would never live down, and i’m okay with that.” addy impulsively remarked, smiling sheepishly just thinking about it. a date with ellie seemed like a huge step in their book, so there was no way they were about to deny that. “if that’s the case—,” he stopped himself before continuing and laughed. she was teasing him, of course. why didn’t he see that coming? “i should take a look at mine and let you know about the foreseen future,” they took note of it, hoping that his forgetfulness wouldn’t overlook it. certainly, they should keep their word; not that he wouldn’t. what could they possibly do after escaping the diner? “sounds like an idea, then. get a little energized and get some fresh air?” it expressed more like a query than a statement, but he was all for it. @starstckrs
Our lucky stars brought us together. The very thought had inspired a fluttering in the ventricles of her fast beating heart; how strange, feeling all sparked up for the first time in... How long had it been? It felt like she'd spent eternity within the confines of Reina's apartment, separated from her itemized list of hook-ups and semi-crushes she held against every cute customer that wandered in through the record store doors. "I'll make you one better, so we can match," she offered, that grin never once faltering. "Ah, don't sweat it. Luckily for you, my love language is not gift giving. I just have a wack ass overstock of jewelry and a keen eye for cute people to give them all to." She beamed at the prospect of a milkshake, feeling like she should've rescinded her statement about love languages. "A milkshake? What's next, a proposal?" A string of giggles escaped her lips as she let a few beats pass, indulging in theatrics whenever she had the chance. "... That sounds like a fair deal. I think I'll take you up on that. I'd love a strawberry milkshake. Maybe next time we can split one." If she knew before that being Reina's captive would propel into action of a butterfly effect that put Lyonet in that diner at the exact time to engage in this interaction, she'd have a lot less harsh feelings toward her sister.
sure, he knew snacks but didn’t understand what he was feeling right now. what was this feeling? they clicked. what more does he have to understand? addison genuinely enjoyed ellie’s company, and that’s all they knew. they were known for living in the moment, so they didn’t believe in destiny... or did they? a hopeless romantic, maybe, but he didn’t think much of it either. their smile still evident on their features. “sounds like a lovely idea,” he nodded a few times as his stomach did a cartwheel and a flip or two—just the thought of having matching bracelets with ellie felt like his inner child was being healed. “oh, so i’m cute?” addy’s gaze was lingering on her a lot longer than he realized, dismissing her statement about love languages. not to be self-centered, but they liked being told they were cute... or pretty. “whoa, a proposal? —maybe,” he teased. “wow, a milkshake and a proposal? that’s a two-for-one deal. you sure you’d be up for that?” he shamelessly quirked a brow and continued, a giggle escaping its way to be heard. “a strawberry shake it is, then... and maybe i’ll take you up on that too, and a date... or two.” addy was quick with presenting the idea but quietly. his smile never faltered; not even once. he wants to know ellie—the good, the bad, and the ugly. addy raised his hand to hopefully catch a waiter’s attention to order, staring doe-eyed at ellie. “anything else?” he curiously inquired, “maybe we can escape to the park after this...”
Lyonet was a liability. This was an irrefutable truth about a girl gone psychotic while in the presence of her fair weather friends; those that chose to stick around were few and far between, and besides her continued struggle with addiction and losing herself in the throes of mania, her personality was widely regarded as vexatious and extremely grating to those not as susceptible to her whole class clown routine. That much she couldn't change, a penchant for humor having been woven in the intricate sprawls of veins under her skin that were bursting at the seams with torrid, invigorated blood. However, this chance encounter had begun shifting the assumptions she made about strangers when it concerned being accepted by them. "They do! It was fate," she offered a kittenish grin. A natural born flirt, it took very little banter for her to pull out all the tricks she kept in her back pocket for moments when she could unwind. "Oh, that's not even the half of it. I'd tell you all about it, but I feel like you just gotta see it to believe it." Whenever he continued to display interest in her bracelets, she let out a giggle and outstretched her arm. "Okay, so, there's this one, this one, and... This one," she pointed to the lettered beads, three of them reading 'GET NEKKID', 'DON'T BE A CUNT', and simply, 'TITTIES'. "I've got SFW ones too, though. I think this one would suit you perfect, actually." she pulled off a red and purple beaded bracelet that read 'GROOVY BABY'.
addison took a sip of their water before sheepishly smiling at ellie. “our lucky stars brought us together,” they sheepishly smiled. they couldn’t grasp how ellie was the first person in anchorage to have captured their attention... of all places on earth. who would’ve known? not them. they went wide-eyed and a light-hearted chuckle left their mouth at the thought of not even half of what she possessed. addy honestly couldn’t picture the thought of all the supplies ellie owned. all he could imagine was that it was an artsy galore. their eyes sparkled when she outstretched her arm from his interest in them. his eyes were sparkly and he was evidently invested. 'DON’T BE A CUNT', 'GET NEKKID', and 'TITTIES.' their head tilted to the side every time she read one of her bracelets; it felt like they knew each other already. a little surprised with given the red and purple beaded bracelet, he was giddy. “you know, i like the don’t be a cunt one, too—but thanks for this. i shall wear it with pride! i’d give you something in return but i’ve got nothing.” addy playfully pouted. if only a lightbulb popped up above his head like they do in cartoons... or was it video games? either way, he thought of a lovely idea. “would a milkshake, a meal, or all of the above, be fair?” shyly, addy anticipated an answer.
@kvleidoscopes at dusty's home, january 30th
Huddled in the sofa with his brother nestled against his side, and his infant taking up real estate in his lap, Duck-young's eyes were glued to the late-night programming of Star Trek Deep Space Nine ( a new and inevitably worse Star Trek project had finally relieved him of the conviction that he would be shot in the town square for enjoying the least favored entry into the beloved series ) and scraping the bottom of a bag of Funyuns for the crumbs. Now and then, he would glance in the direction of his younger brother and couldn't help but take notice that the other's eyes were flitting in the direction of a gap in the curtains on one of the windows. "There's nothin' out there, bub," he said after the fifth time he'd picked up on the trepidation that had taken root in Addison's mind, tenably pressing, "I really don't think that the story about a random killin' is all that true, least in this case." Though, he knew as Addison was the only one that really harbored memories of Graves-Seong parents aside from himself, it was hard to shake off the paranoia. It was parasitic, an unrelenting Bogeyman in the back of their closets, waiting for a chance to crawl out and frighten their inner child. Much as he checked the locks on the windows and door three, five, and seven times before heading to bed in the evenings, it was still there. Waiting, lurking, for something justifiable to back it up. "You want the last Funyuns? Steakhouse onion's a pretty good flavor."
it had become a common occurrence in addison’s life to meander his way to duck-young’s abode, he practically lived there. it wasn’t unexpected for his older sibling... or so he hoped; he had started to feel like an inconvenience, but that was the pesky little thought in the back of his mind. how dare it think that way? they wouldn’t dare be out and about for the majority of the day; he wasn’t willing to take that risk either. he’d long forgotten he was watching Deep Space Nine after taking countless—five, to be exact—looks at the gap between the window and the curtain. when dustin reassured him that nothing was out there, addy was tight-lipped and didn‘t react, but most likely didn’t hear his brother. from a young age, he had taught himself to tune out the rest of the world. forget that his hearing wasn’t the best, but PARANOIA had started to consume him slowly but surely. “that’s not all too convincing if we’re being honest. saying think doesn’t really help.” he mumbled, starting to pick at his ear—a habit he picked up after that dreadful night when he was six. it wasn’t the only habit he had picked up though. if it wasn’t for dustin to keep him somewhat balanced… he’d be lost; if addison didn’t feel that on a daily basis already. he perked up at the mention of funyuns. “steakhouse funyuns are a thing? if so, yes. thank you very much.” addy kindly snatched up the bag of chips, and comfortably nestled against his brother’s side again, trying to get the last of what was left (which he didn’t mind). the pesky petrifying thoughts never leaving him alone for a second, addison blurted out an unexpected question to keep his mind off of the recent killing. “do you have pictures of mom and dad?”
"Addy, I like that!" Lyonet was quick to say, illuminating whenever the stranger began playing along. Thank G-d. She would've despised choosing a seat wherein her energy wouldn't be paralleled. She already dealt with it day in and day out; as smiley and blissful as Reina was, she was also much more regimented than Lyonet had ever been or could ever be. "Matches with mine. Addy and Ellie. Maybe we were meant to be more than strangers." Bubbling laughter erupted from her strawberry-scented lips, that people pleasing veneer withering whenever her bracelets were mentioned. In seconds, the most astonishing thing happened—Lyonet started paying real attention. "I did! I have, like, thousands and thousands and beads and strings for them. I figure, if I can make it, why buy it from someone else? Almost started an Etsy shop for them, but then the internet went kaput." She puffed out her rosy cheeks and blew raspberries, eyes rolling animatedly before shrugging. "I could make you some, if you want. Or you could have one of these. Some of them are, uh, unsavory, though. Fair warning."
“yup, that’s my name.” they never thought they’d come face-to-face with someone that matched their personality. it was a comforting feeling to meet such a stranger, but somewhat tiresome on his end. was it really? nope. addison was known to be a bit theatrical, however. thoughts included. his poor little heart meant well. “addy and ellie,” they repeated; a little too smiley for their own good. “our names do have a nice ring to them, don’t they?” a whole-hearted laugh emitted from their lips, staring at the bracelets ellie was wearing. “really? i bet your room is full of artsy stuff if you have thousands and thousands of beads and strings to make them—not to mention the internet, and i swear the way it went kaput, as you said, was the last thing this town needed.” it was an opinion they felt in their core. having moved from new york to alaska was a massive change (but not much either), despite all their siblings living here. he was the last one who made the final push to move, too. if it wasn’t for him crying to his older brother, dustin, but they were not about to confess that out in the open. “i’d like that, actually. i mean, if you’re up for making me one, that is.” addy blinked a few times when the word unsavory left her mouth. “why, why do you say that? unsavory how? they’re not unsavory... but i don’t mind being given one...” they cleared their throat playfully while holding a fist to their mouth.
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Lyonet was kept on a tight fucking leash. Everywhere she went, minus her workplace, she was shadowed by her sister or one of her sister's hippie minions that gleefully agreed to be some kind of guardian angel for the young guitarist. It was humiliating, but what would be worse was winding up in yet another psych ward not even a year after she escaped the last. Was there any shame in it? Not really, but Lyonet had always wanted to prove herself as someone that was capable of independence by all accounts, and getting herself stuck in another hospital would contradict that philosophy. That morning, when she was feeling especially peckish, Reina suggested the two of them indulge in a hearty breakfast at Buttermilk. Fitfully agreeing, she insisted on leading the way and sitting at separate tables. "Howdy there," she greeted the virtual stranger when she came to sit. "Mind if I take a seat here? I've been in need of some new company. Ellie, by the way. Just so we aren't total strangers." With a bright, bordering on artificial smile, she stuck her arm out that was stacked with bracelets for a handshake.
they were mildly taken aback by the sudden company but weren’t against it either. addison couldn’t help but stare, for a few seconds, but a smile slowly crept on their face. “howdy,” they weren’t mocking the girl, but it’s been a while since they heard the greeting from another person’s mouth. “i don’t mind whatsoever—i’m addison, or addy. either way works, ellie.” they noticed her stacked bracelets on her arm out for a handshake, and they did the same, offering their hand and shaking them. the tips of their fingers were cold, “sorry my hands are rather chilly but lovely to meet you, stranger.” they teased the other, their new company. “i love the bracelets, did you make them?” there was an attempt with making small talk, mostly wanting to have ellie feel comfortable in their presence; they weren’t good at it, or that’s what they led themselves to believe. her bright personality warmed their heart, but they would altogether blame the cold temperature for their lame attempt at starting a conversation, despite them being indoors.
while awaiting the arrival of a certain firefighter, the duo meandered through the diner, still deliberating over which booth would claim their company. callie, the two-year-old mirror image of addisorn tayen, clung to mark’s pinky with her impossibly tiny fingers, her big brown eyes surveying each option as she tugged him along. her animated chatter filled the air like the bright notes of a springtime melody. “yes, callie, the booth is red,” mark responded indulgently, though his steps were guided more by her whims than his own intent. red had quickly risen through the ranks to become one of her favorite colors, thanks to the firetrucks that naji spoke about with such enthusiasm. Then she stopped mid-step, pointing unabashedly at another patron and declaring them "pretty" with all the innocent conviction of her age. mark’s sigh was soft as he swept her into his arms, her delighted giggle brushing away any trace of embarrassment.
“i’m sorry,” he offered with an apologetic smile, smoothing down her pigtails as she squirmed in his hold. “she’s a bit restless for dessert, even though she knows dinner comes first.” the explanation carried a warm affection, the kind that softened his tone even as he addressed the social faux pas. “and she doesn’t quite understand that it’s not polite to point.”
they couldn’t help but slightly smile from overhearing the little girl speak with such enthusiasm. it reminded them of the time when they were a small child. ah, those were the times of no worries. the good old days... however, the little girl made them want to do the same but they were an adult now, and addison would be the same; without a trace of embarrassment in sight whenever they spoke freely. they do that regardless. though they never thought they would be told they were pretty, and it warmed their heart to the point of not knowing what to say—oh dear—nonetheless wanting to acknowledge the girl’s remark or make her feel heard, despite being so young. just the small act of innocent conviction made him react, chuckling. “me? i don’t think so.” addison followed her words a little bit more dramatically but looked over to the one carrying her... who addison could only presume was the dad of the child. they wished they could remember their dad, though their memory was fuzzy. “don’t worry about it. as long as someone’s being nice after pointing someone out like that. it’s fine.” addy waved his hand dismissively, nodding afterward. “how old is she? if you don’t mind me asking. ‘cause i remember the days of wanting dessert before dinner. but eating sweets after is so much better.” they tried giving the hint to the little one present, turning their gaze to her.
it went without saying that the past few months had been nothing short of catastrophic, the only word substantial enough to bear the sheer magnitude of what he had endured. 2024 was better viewed as a write-off; if years could be abandoned like old houses, nikolai would've walked away from this one, leaving its walls to crumble and its ghosts to haunt themselves. welcoming another year wasn't something he'd envisioned for himself; the concept had felt, for a time, laughable, but these weren't the sorts of truths you spoke aloud. people preferred their small talk sparkling, not soaked in blood and despair. but what else could fill his thoughts when the memory of it clung so tightly? a knife's edge tearing through flesh. an organ, stolen with brutal efficiency. a body, abandoned and bloody, as though it was but a butchered carcass ( ironic that he'd been found in a dumpster ). and then there was that gaping void of time when he'd vanished from the world, a whole month swallowed in agony and silence. forgive him if he lacked the exuberance that he was known for. the truth was, for a myriad of reasons, he probably wasn't ready to rejoin the world—not yet. but when had he been one to heed caution or listen to well-meant advice? surely, they'd forgive him if he brought them back a fresh pie. what he hadn't anticipated was seeing a familiar face on this brief venture out. “ ah, addison? ” there was a ghost of a gentle smile as he adjusted the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose—a recent habit. “ annyeong. ”
oh, they heard a familiar voice, looking in the direction from where they listened to the other. “nikolai?! annyeong.” there was a gentle smile on their face upon seeing him. as one would expect, their face lit up. the last few months of 2024 weren’t all too kind. they reached out to give him a delicate squeeze on his arm. “how are you holdin’ up?” they didn’t want to go into details about hearing the ordeal nikolai jwa had to go through; they could only assume it was troubling and traumatizing. was it on the news? most likely, idiot. addy started to think anchorage was generally a BAD OMEN even if disappearances, and everything else in between, were almost expected. it was like anchorage was numb to it all. they were just in their head and hoped someone proved them wrong. though if this was the case, dwelling in new york would’ve been so much better—they were making a fool of themselves at this point for even thinking about going back to the big apple. alaska had been their home for over a year yet it was starting to feel like an entrapment; it didn’t help to live at the trailer park... and that’s beside their pointless thoughts.
they noticed they were being a little too awkward, and decided to cut the silence. “would you like to stay and join me?” addison didn’t want to appear hopeless for the company. “allow me to invite you for a proper meal and a slice of pie... or two. what d’ya say?”
Stepping into the establishment with her default grin firmly in place, always happy to take in the vintage decor of the place, the blonde glanced around for the familiar face of her similarly good-natured older brother. Brown eyes locking on Addison, finding them with relative ease (as she often did was her family, well accustomed to searching for them in crowds), Sun-young strode in his direction, her multicolored sneakers squeaking along the linoleum, announcing her arrival before she'd even taken a seat. "Well, don't look so excited to see me," she jested, sliding into the booth across from him with ease and plopping her red, bow-shaped handbag onto the table. "Hey, we made it through the holiday season without a trip to the hospital this year. I like to think that's something to celebrate," she decided, reaching for a menu. "So, you in the mood for anything in particular today?"
yes, the sneakers squeaking with every step their sister took was what made her presence known. they were all too familiar for his ears. was it even sun-young... or a stranger? they knew better than to think otherwise, or it’d be atrociously awkward to welcome a stranger in a bear hug. there’s no doubt they’d die from discomfiture. nonetheless, she slid into the booth making her safe from their embrace. “don’t be ridiculous, sunny; the shoes gave you away.” addison lovingly teased their sunshine twin. “if you wanted to surprise me, you should have done better than wear those; don’t ya think?” his eyebrow quirked up with a smirk very apparent on his features. a chuckle escaped his lips because they couldn’t take anything seriously. “oh gosh, please don’t. i feel like it never goes well for me, so let’s not jinx me for 2025.” they noted, pointing their finger at their company. “—but you’re right! we have survived another holiday and it calls for celebration.” they hummed, making a slight melody. “the only mood i’m in for is for some pie... but it seems, to me, like you might have somethin’ in mind. or am i wrong?” they raised a brow inquisitively at their sister.
"How much do I gotta pay for your thoughts today? Five cents? A dollar?" Nate always went with a higher price than simple pennies. He leaned back in the booth, unfortunately at-home with the sense of hustle and bustle. He liked it, when it came to noise, which made him polar-opposite to Addison, and yet that also suited them both just fine. He wasn't even sure Addison noticed his arrival, but to be honest, Nate was used to that too. He didn't make himself shadow nor small, at least not so much as he once did, and yet he still had that element of making smaller sounds. Old habits of being hidden away die really hard. "I think your drink got lost in the kitchen. I can go back and check?" He knew how to navigate them, after all, and hopefully in a way that wasn't a nuisance. "Also. They're making a new pie from scratch. I can smell the pastry." How he did that was like one of those secret party tricks. He liked to think it was due to being used to how bread smelled when it was in the middle of rising, after fixing the Emporium's recipe.
“a dollar,” he blatantly responded with a sly smirk. “but i’ll only take quarters— i have to plan when to go to the laundromat, you know,” they said, noticing nate’s arrival by looking up from the menu. addy wasn’t a talker, per se, but if someone started chatting with them, and knew how to make the conversation flow... then you’d be in trouble...maybe. they’re a chatterbox when in the mood. either way, they’re patient enough to listen to just about anyone who desires to be heard. far too kind, and a little quirky, though that’s beside the point. “oh no! did it lose its direction to my table? poor thing.” they pondered momentarily. “a new pie, you say? what kind is it?” addy sounded too allured by the thought of a freshly baked pie and waited for a response.
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DATE › january 5th, 2025
LOCATION › buttermilk sky pie diner
addison wasn’t waiting on anyone in particular, considering he only knew a handful of individuals. he sent a few texts — hoping they would transmit — to anyone who would take his invitation to the diner and still expects no one to show up; those are his thoughts repeating themselves. however, he felt he was going asinine from looking over the menu multiple times, though the restaurant was a little too noisy for his liking. his level of concentration was slowly declining and thought he should better wait for his company to arrive. what’s better than a milkshake and a slice of pie for brunch? someone would have to forcefully drag his ass out of the diner to do something else with an apple pie in hand because he’s not going anywhere without a slice, but he’s prepared for anything. well, sort of.
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