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Laura's Muses || The LA Word

[lauralaword]

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Right. She should have expected that. If she’s honest, she knows she did she just hoped for a different outcome. Silly, that. Hoping for something she isn’t owed let alone deserve – karmically, she deserves much worse. What did she think she could just waltz in with some well-intentioned remorseful sentiments and everything would be smoothed over? 

She broke this woman. Whom she loves. Is there any coming back from that?

There are many practiced excuses at the tip of her tongue. Some of them are almost even good. But none are wholly truthful, except…

“I was scared.” She shrugs, it sounds so stupid coming out of her mouth but there it is and once she starts she finds it’s hard to stop. “I – you had my whole heart. I didn’t –” a breath, shuddering as her words rip tears from her eyes. “I knew if I lost you I’d never recover so I… left first. There was a movie, a big deal sort of offer all very last minute.” She shakes her head, still unable to meet Lana’s eyes. Somewhere her mum is looking down on her sadly and Ellie hopes she isn’t too disappointed in who her daughter has become. The kind of person who takes the easy way out when life gets tough. Who finds happiness and destroys it. No, she thinks she’d rather not know what her mum would think. 

“It was cowardly. And I’m not proud. But there it is.” She’s not sure Lana will get much solace from her carelessness, but at least she knows. She can do with it what she wants. 

Where there was overwhelming sadness painting Lana’s features moments ago, is now rapidly overtaken by patent incredulity.  This explanation is something the physicist has waited years for, gone to therapy for, and speculated wildly over, and now that she’s finally hearing it...and it falls so unbelievably short.  The disappointment she feels in this instant is almost physically painful.  

“Are...are you serious?  A role?  You abandoned me on our wedding day because of a role!?”  Even repeating the words didn’t help make it any more plausible.  This is a rare moment, wherein Lana is gobsmacked.  Completely and utterly gobsmacked.  “Ellie, you know damn well that I have always supported your career.  Hell, I even bought you acting classes!  Clearly there is something you’re not telling me here, because I absolutely refuse to believe you’d throw away our entire relationship over something so...stupid.”

[sonderbound]

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[lauralaword]

sonderbound‌:

this question was asked frequently, but she never really knew how to answer. because to her, it was normal. of course she’d appreciated her life, but she was still someone who got to remain in circles like hers, like the kelly sisters. so it makes her tilt her head, thinking to herself, taking another sip. 

“i think the main difference between here, and there, would just be the.. the feeling. you know? je ne sais… the atmosphere? is that what i’m trying to say? le sentiment. feeling. hollywood has a little bit of it, but in france — for some people, it’s like every where you walk you’re pressing your footprint down into a history. i always found myself very effected by it. my friends were usually quite bored of it,” she shrugs, cutting herself off with a laugh. “it’s just different. america is very young, and very sweet, like a young girl. but france is like a matron. a madonna. i think she was my first love.” 

she smiles at that, setting down her glass. “my family definitely opened doors. i’ve met so many people that i wouldn’t be able too — seen so much, without having to worry about a good amount of things. i definitely didn’t appreciate it, until i was older, until i had met more people unlike me.” 

her fingers rest on the tip of her wine, running along the thin glass absentmindedly. “but i’m rambling, horribly.”

In that moment, the professor’s facial expression was clearly that of someone in a punchdrunk daze, Quinn’s playful lilt is like a minuet played on a violin.  Lana would be content to sit back and listen to her speak for hours.

“Ramble on!  Please!”  Lana reached across the scant distance between their chairs, and rested a reassuring palm against the top of Quinn’s free hand.  “Admittedly, since meeting you, I’ve been quite eager to learn more about you.  Feels like I’ve barely scratched the surface.”  By this point, the lethal combination of alcohol and a nearly empty stomach (Lana had a habit of refraining from food whenever nervous) was beginning to take hold.  Although the physicist didn’t mind relying on a little Dutch courage to further her pursuit of knowledge.

“A different question, then: if you could invite any three people, living or dead, to join you for a drink, who would you choose and why?”

[lauralaword]

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Ooph. Ellie’s reminded once again that she really didn’t have a damn clue what she was getting herself into when Lana’s words land a swift punch to her guy. Typical, isn’t it? She’s been so caught up in her wrong doings, in how Lana probably hates her (and she should), that she hadn’t considered how her actions have made Lana feel about herself. It occurs to her now that perhaps the kind thing to do would have been to stay away. Hindsight is crueler than her it seems, and deep down she knows she’s too selfish to have ever stayed away. 

Free hand balled at her side, Ellie wills it to stay put, but much like the rest of her its selfishness wins out as desperate finger rush through the space between them to collect Lana’s tears. She deserves the loneliness that fills her heart, she’s never been surer of anything. 

“You shouldn’t, Lov-” She stops herself before she says it, her path of destruction ends here, it needs to. “Lana. Hate me.” A beat, her hand falling to her own lap along with her gaze – she’s a coward, she knows, but she can’t face the consequences of her actions. “You should hate me. It’s not your fault. I didn’t leave you with any other options.”

“Stop.” Hands held up, Lana halts Ellie from continuing, not wanting to hear another word.  “Please, just stop.  I don’t...I don’t hate you, Ellie. I can’t.  You gave me the happiest years of my life and for that alone I can’t hate you.”  The coffee in her system is useless, she feels so damned tired. “But what you’ve also given me is pain, and years of therapy.”  Lana sucks in a shaking breath between her teeth, a feeble attempt to swallow down tears. “You hurt me.”

A pregnant pause, and Lana speaks once more, voice meek and unsure, “...why?”

[sonderbound]

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[lauralaword]

sonderbound‌:

charmed was something quinn was rarely, and she couldn’t help the smile, insistent on her lips, from being aimed in lana’s direction. she leans forward in her seat, yes, to grasp her glass, but also, just because she was interested, and her body language filled in the space. 

“so i suppose my weakness for sweet wines and beautiful women has been completely exposed, then?” quinn asks, teasingly, but still obviously entraced. “i used to go to provence, the summers i wasn’t here.” maybe there was an ounce of smitten in her voice, when she says. “i would love to see you in those lavender fields.” 

she takes a sip of her wine gratefully, letting the soft notes settle on her tongue and pressing out an appreciative hum. ”don’t tell anyone, especially not my father, but rose is my favorite. he thinks he’s inferior. i think it’s wonderful.”

“Mes levres sont scellees!”  Lana chuckled.

For someone so learned and intelligent, Quinn’s biggest talent is flattery, Lana surmised, cheeks flushed crimson for what must’ve been the umpteenth time since she’d met the French beauty.  She had to stop herself, however, from responding to Quinn’s sweet words with self-deprecation.  There was nothing remotely graceful about Lana in a lavender field--and instinct told her to say as much.  Yet, she didn’t.  Instead, she accepted Quinn’s compliment with an appreciative nod and sip from her rose.

There was so little she knew about Quinn, and Lana was growing hungrier for more.

“What was growing up in France like?  Particularly in a family as famous as yours!” Lana asked, genuinely curious, and unconsciously she shifted in her seat, leaning toward the beautiful brunette intent on learning what she could.

[lauralaword]

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That is a conundrum. Shame, that. Suppose you’ll just have to call me up when you’re in more of a successful actress with a praise kink mood. 

Noted.

Listen, don’t take it personally: I’ve had a long day of surgeries and I’d rather be among women that aren’t terribly...deep.  I’m tired and need to give my brain a rest.

[lauralaword]

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The feeling of vulnerability quickly creeps up on Ellie, and it’s not long after Lana sits and busies herself with their coffee (she’s still pretty sure this would have been easier in public, but she’s pretty sure she doesn’t deserve easy) that she turns her body just enough to hide herself brushing away tears with the back of her hands. She’s well versed in performing these emotions for the big screen (or more often the small screen, but this isn’t about semantics) but when it comes to her real life, Ellie tends to play her cards quite close to her chest. The only exceptions to this rule being her mum, and later Lana. Which makes this all the more difficult. 

As it turns out, when one rarely allows themselves to feel their sadness even little things hurt. Like how Lana remembers she only drinks coffee before three, or her use of the word cuppa. As a British person she feels she’s uniquely unqualified for all of this, but she knows she can’t blame her ineptitudes on her nationality. Not anymore. 

“Thanks,” she says, smiling sadly as she takes the mug and brings it close to take a sniff of the strong brew. God, she makes a good coffee, and that makes her sad too. 

There’s a long stretch of silence, and that’s something Ellie’s never been very good at either. Silence. The want to fill it grows the longer the silence stretches on  until she can’t take it anymore. 

“I missed this,” a beat, “your coffee,” another, “you.” Probably not the right thing to say but it’s true. 

One syllable cuts straight to Lana’s core: ‘you’.  There’s a litany of things she wants to say in response to Ellie’s words, all borne from months of sadness, confusion and crushing acceptance that Ellie did not want her anymore.

Ellie looks just as beautiful as Lana remembers.  Soft features, welcoming smile and eyes like gemstones, Ellie still takes her breath away.  And Lana knows that it’s all too easy to veer down that cliche path that’s so adored by Hollywood: forgiving everything in an instant and kissing Ellie with reckless abandon, as though the years of pain and therapy were inconsequential.  God, how she misses kissing her fiancee. 

Instead she resists, and lips quiver amid the torrent of emotion she was quickly failing to hold back.

“I...I’ve missed you, too.”  Lana finally admits.  “And I hate myself for it.”

[lauralaword]

xmargot‌:

           “  i believe its just miss fine karma biting you in the ass for not taking me along with you. such a pity.  ” 

“Is that so?  That means I have you to blame for the old hag’s birthday party ruining my plans.  Sounds like you owe me, babydoll.  I accept reparations in the form of your pretty little mouth between my thighs.”

[lauralaword]

writingpcges‌:

Terrible news, that. Awful, really. Suppose you’ll just have to take me out instead. 

Hmm.  That all depends...to be honest I’m in more of an...aspiring model/desperate-for-validation Instagram Influencer mood, tonight.  

[nottheripperjack]

Text to JACK from SABRINA: After your shift ends and you decon and all of that, you should come over. I could use an extra set of hands in the shower tonight~. Just saying.

Jack looks at her phone, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she stares down at the screen and immediately feels her stomach lurch. Oh… Fuck. Hazel eyes look to the sleeping form next to her, watching as Riley breathes evenly in her slumber. Her thumbs begin to pad softly against her iPhone in response. 

jack: can’t do that anymore. sorry, brina. you’ll have to find another play-thing.

Biting her lip, she locked her phone, choosing to ignore the guilt in her stomach. Pressing a kiss to Riley’s shoulder, she curled into her chest and closed her eyes. God, she hoped this wasn’t going to bite her in the ass. 

[lauralaword]

From her perch in the rooftop bar, Sabrina’s lips pull into a Cheshire grin. Tapping out a response, jeweled fingers curl around the stem of her wine glass.  

Sabrina: You wound me.  

Sabrina:  Go on, whose bed have you U-Hauled into this time?

[lauralaword]

sonderbound‌:

Definitely can’t empathize with having a pilot, but plans getting messed up is really frustrating.

Your sympathy is noted and not really needed.  Seeing as this is Los Angeles, I was fortunate to find a back up fairly quickly.  While I don’t anticipate enjoying this other pilot’s skill compared to my usual, I’ll just have to make do.

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[sonderbound]

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[lauralaword]

sonderbound‌:

quinn takes in as much as she can, with no spelling specified, and makes a note for herself to try and look these things up. it was much more fun to learn from lana when she came prepared, with her own anecdotes or thoughts. 

she also, takes in the soft touch to her back. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d noticed a touch like that, such a slight, innocent thing. but it felt sweeter coming from lana. not in some world ending way, just a simple feeling. “i can imagine why you have it up. all of it. i like when people have things that matter up, instead of just something from a store. ”

quinn lets the question hang for a moment, taking one last glance over the wall. “yeah,” she finally says. “that sounds perfect.” 

Taking one of the heiress’ hands in her own, Lana gently guides Quinn out toward the balcony, where the bottle of Rose awaits them.  Before them are the verdant hills of UCLA’s campus in the distance, blanketed by the inky black sky dotted with stars.  Lana’s balcony is modest, some potted succulents, a matching table set, and a perfectly perched telescope.  Ever the gentlewoman, awkwardness notwithstanding, Lana moves to pull out Quinn’s chair, and only taking her own seat once the French beautify seemed comfortable.

Wine key in hand, Lana works to remove the cork from the Rose, “I brought this one back from Provence about a year ago--yes, during a side trip after a physics conference--but it came highly recommended.  And who better to corroborate that recommendation than a lovely woman such as yourself who possesses a french palate, hm?”  Pouring a small quantity, perfect for a taste, Lana scoops two fingers beneath the bell of glass, and holds it aloft for Quinn to take.  “Apres vous!”  All the while, her heart is jackhammering in her chest.

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She’s not sure what she expected. Anger, maybe. Accusations. Maybe she’d expected Lana not to show up at all, but she does and Ellie finds what she sees is somehow worse than what he could have imagined because Lana stands before her, and open wound and Ellie worries she’s not equipped to stop the bleeding. 

Oh, this is a mistake. She’s sure of it now. She should have left the text on read, found someone pretty to distract her until the fault line in her heart became a dull ache she could ignore again and keep walking through life half the person she’d been two years ago. That would have been the smart thing to do. 

But there’s something about Lana she’s never been able to quit. Perhaps that’s why Lana’s here too. She can’t quit either. Ellie is her nicotine – a deadly seductress or vice. 

(Could she be so lucky?)

That’s why she’s here – standing now, hands flexing at her side unsure of what to do instead of knuckle deep in a stranger – because even if Lana is ready to let of her vice (and really, could she blame her?) Ellie has to know. 

“I – “ willing herself to say something she shakes her head, realizing she must be crying too when she feels a tear trickle down her neck. Her head pounds so loudly in her chest she can’t hear herself think. “You came.”

Willing herself to stem the flow of tears, Lana lowers herself onto the bench; putting a healthy distance between herself and Ellie.  

“Y-yeah.  I did.”  She meekly responds between sniffles, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.  Busying herself with the lunchbag, Lana tries very hard not to make eye contact with Ellie again.  Not until her tears have dried up so she doesn’t have to face her former fiancee while looking like a sixteen year old stood up for a date.

Setting the thermos and mugs out on the slats of bench between them, she prepares each of them some fresh brewed coffee.  Lana lets out an awkward laugh,  “I...I’d originally planned to brew some tea.  PG Tips, as a matter of fact.  But then I remember I was seeing you way before 3PM, and it’s not the right time for a cuppa.”

She holds out the mug for Ellie to take.

[sonderbound]

I have a headache, a slight hangover, and my Netflix is glitching. Correction: my friend from Ohio’s Netflix is glitching.

[lauralaword]

Honestly, is there anyone in Ohio even worth being friends with?  What a boring state.

[lauralaword]

Don’t you love it when someone throws a wrench into your travel plans?  My pilot’s mother apparently has her 90th birthday party or something; and now there goes my weekend on Catalina.  And before you keyboard warriors start bitching: chill the fuck out, I can still bitch about my plans being disrupted for some old ass lady.

Ugh, Jesus.  Gross.

[lauralaword]

[lauralaword]

(FACIAL PLASTIC SURGEON/SKIN CARE HEIRESS) SABRINA BOLTON (36 / she/her / cis female): we hear Sabrina is charming, eloquent, & wealthy but can also be judgmental, arrogant, & fiscally republican (Olivia Wilde) (laura / 30+ / she/her / EST)

born and raised in la jolla california

only daughter to joseph bolton jr., skin care magnate, and the late faustine smythe, a french heiress.  faustine passed when sabrina was only two years old.  sabrina grew up without a female figure in her life.

her father is her biggest role model.  a billionaire skin care magnate who turned his grandfathers skin care company, Bolton Bioceuticals, into a global juggernaut worth billions worldwide.

sabrina was raised with a platinum spoon in her mouth, and due to this she’s still a bit...disconnected from reality.

attended an elite prep school in CT for highschool, where she established herself as a gifted lacrosse player and equally gifted student.

it was at this prepschool that sabrina’s sexuality was cemented.  she was a lady killer; and that goes for her hot student teacher from english class in senior year.

not wanting to be the kardashian brand of heiress, sabrina decided to go to medical school at her father’s alma mater: Columbia.

now lives in hollywood, and owns a very successful facial plastic surgery clinic, where she regularly sees celebrity clientele.  but she’s also set to take over Bolton Bioceuticals once her father retires.

luxury cars are her biggest hobby, and she has an impressive collection

money is no object to sabrina--which means her goto solution for most problems is to throw money at it until it goes away; unsurprisingly this often isn’t successful.

sabrina parties hard: regularly soliciting expensive escorts and frequenting strip clubs in LA

pays a marketing firm to run her instagram

RETRO: sabrina’s exposure to retrograde came after one of her exes suggested they go for a nightcap.  finding the clientele to be (mostly) comprised of eye candy, sabrina continues to go--often buying out aidan’s top shelf offerings.

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