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@leftbreadcrumbs-blog
❛ the smiling young princess showed no sign of the strain of the week’s continuous public appearances. and at her country’s embassy that evening, a formal reception and ball in her honor was given by her country’s ambassador to italy.
private & selective indie - ̗̀ princess ann ̖́- of roman holiday from the 1953 film with influences from the 2017 musical as penned by cossette
❝ HE WAS A GENTLEMAN, AND I WAS A LADY, AND I DON’T EXPECT TO EVER SEE HIM AGAIN. ❞
independent. private. selective. - ̗̀ princess ann &joe bradley ̖́- of roman holiday from the 1953 film with influences from the 2017 musical as penned by cossette & lar
cfendings:
as romantic as the thought of SOULMATES were to nino, he always thought he would never have one. frankly, he spent a little too much time to himself and the only GIRLS he knew worked at the shop and the only boys he knew took pleasure in tossing him into the nearest WASTE bin without a second thought. so if there was a soulmate for him to be had, he would be fine without them as he had so far. resting on the steps outside a familiar CAFE, his book was set before him with his BLUE backpack leaning against the railing while he counted out his change. a leaving customer bumped into him, only sending the COINS scattered around the floor for him to scramble and pick up.
––– ❛ here.
she had been right next to the boy ( NINO, the same name that was coincidentally tattooed on her body ) when his coins had been knocked over. she had been suspicious of him ever since she had learned his name while taking his order. it wasn’t an overly common name, and she couldn’t help but wonder if her name was the name that was tattooed onto him. the concept of a soulmate was something that clearly contradicted what she had grown up knowing. one of the few lessons she still recalled from her mother’s teachings was that there was always a halfway point, and that ‘ we all remain completely alone forever ’. she was constantly torn between thinking that soulmates weren’t real , and wanting to know him.
❛ the smiling young princess showed no sign of the strain of the week’s continuous public appearances. and at her country’s embassy that evening, a formal reception and ball in her honor was given by her country’s ambassador to italy.
private & selective indie - ̗̀ princess ann ̖́- of roman holiday from the 1953 film with influences from the 2017 musical as penned by cossette
tag drop, part 3/???
tag drop, part 2/???
tag drop, part 1/??
she loves children ;; she loves the little girl that lives next door to them, the young boy that comes to café des deux moulins with his grandmother every wednesday, the little ones that run around on the weekends with their family -- and yet, she can’t seem to make up her mind about whether or not she wants one of her own. somewhere down the line, maybe, someday, she can picture a miniature version of her and nino running around, wide-eyed && curious && excited to explore the world ( paris ) and all that it offers.
it had been easier to imagine the first time, the dream a little more tangible, perhaps. as it had been, before she had failed them ---- before she had lost their child. maybe it’s that thought alone, the GUILT of it all, that prevents her from telling nino about the results of the test she finally had the courage to take. the one that she’s kept hidden from nino for a week too long now. she doesn’t want to get his hopes up too, and then to have them shatter. she had spent her childhood in isolation ;; her days were spent with a fish for not just her classmate but best friend, and then in her later days, a garden gnome. what if she’s terrible at it? she loves her papa, but the childhood days spent waiting for the monthly check up is something she doesn’t want to subject her child to. no child should have to live in the same fear that her parents instilled in her, over a heart condition that was ultimately a misdiagnosis.
running away from her problems has always been the easiest solution ( and poor nino has had to put up with that, time and time again ) - but running away this time won’t solve anything ( if anything, it’ll only create more problems ). she’ll tell him tonight. she will.
––– ❛ how was work today?
@restequincampoix
do you ever think about how ... lonely/neglected/upsetting amélie’s childhood was because:
“be quiet. now pray: a little help down here, you know, i’m really not that strong. and it’s very clear, that my daughter’s been a lifelong problem, every night, there’s always something wrong.”
her mother literally prays for a son in front of her because amélie has “problems”
SHE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE HEART PROBLEMS SHE WAS LITERALLY EXCITED TO SEE HER FATHER ??
BECAUSE HER FATHER DOESN’T SEE OR TOUCH HER ???????????????/
“we all remain completely alone, forever, never touching” WHAT KIND OF MOTHER TEACHES HER KID THAT
anyways i’m upset and i’m gonna go lie down w/ my dog now bye
restequincampoix:
HE DIDN’T know whether to laugh or be confused. or both. nino knocks once more, an attempt to get her to let him in. ❛ amelie. ❜ he says softly, placing his open hands on her door. his soulmate was on the other side —— he could hardly believe it. his heart was beating so fast, he was surprised the whole DOOR wasn’t vibrating. if only she’d let him in, they could talk about this.
❛ PLEASE LET me in. ❜ it’s simple, yet effective enough ( he hopes. he really, truly hopes ) to hopefully let her see he means no harm. nino doesn’t even know if she believes in what he does —— in soulmates, that her name tattooed on his arm and his name on hers actually MEANT something. he’d been waiting for so long to meet this girl, and now he could —— he could only wish that she’d be willing and ready to make a step into the unknown.
she should’ve known that telling him that she wasn’t here wouldn’t work ( at the very least, she should’ve said she’s not here, instead of I’M not here ). she’s equal parts terrified && excited, her mother’s lesson about ending up ‘ completely alone, forever ’ was something to keep in mind. but she had a yearning to know him, to know her soulmate - just as her father had gotten to know her mother all those years ago. and surely, knowing her soulmate for a little bit of time was better than always wondering what if - she spent enough time lost in her reverie, picturing what was going on in not just other people’s minds at a moment but also their lives ;; she didn’t need to wonder what if about what was standing right in front of her either, did she? but she was a first hand witness to seeing how losing her mother had DEVASTATED her father - who didn’t even get to say goodbye to his soulmate ;; all those years, trapped behind the fence with a garden gnome for company. did she really want that for herself?
as it often does, her curiosity gets the better of her, and while her every instinct is telling her to flee ( she’s only on the second story, surely, she can climb out the window, escape by climbing down or something ), she finds herself opening the door. maybe, it’s the ‘please’, or maybe, it’s just him -- either way, she finds herself moving, one step in front of the other, until she’s directly in front of him.
––– ❛ hello.
Deep Ass Starters.
Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
"What's holding you back?"
"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
"Let me in sometime!"
"It's not that easy, you know."
"Help me understand."
"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Are you really happy now?"
"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
"It's a problem, I get it."
"This is all kinds of messed up."
"That's not exactly a good coping method."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
"What was your childhood like?"
"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
"You were bullied? What for?"
"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
"You can't just run away all the time."
"You can't just hide all the time."
"Are you still thinking about them?"
"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
"You never talk about it, why?"
"How come you're so different around them?"
"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
"What was your ex like?"
"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
"Are you scared of being hurt?"
"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
"You use people to make yourself feel better."
"I'm scared of being used again..."
"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"How long has it been since you lost them?"
"You're too attached."
"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
––– ❛ everyone knows it’s easy to smile. // stay (amélie)
@knewheaven | starter call
❝ there is one way of solving your paradox, but i have to do more than stay. ❞
independent amélie poulain & nino quincampoix from the new musical amélie as penned by cossette & anne, respectively.
i’ll be relistening to amélie tomorrow + figuring out tags tomorrow (probably while i’m doing lsat prep tbh) so consider this a starter/plotting call !
restequincampoix:
HE COULDN’T believe it. after all this chasing, after all the HUNTING and the running and EVERYTHING —— it was her. it was amélie. the girl from the metro was the name on his arm —— the tattoo that gave the name of your soulmate. a cocktail of excitement and nervousness was brewing in his stomach, and the intensity seemed to only INCREASE as he approached the address he’d been given. her name is amélie poulain. her name is amélie poulain. the words of her friend ran through nino’s head as a fist reaches out and taps lightly against wood.
@leftbreadcrumbs
as was the case of all of her mother’s lessons, the one about the boat and distance - a metaphor, a warning not to get too close to anyone, was a constant force in her life ;; her neurotic mother && her father was a sure example of that ( not that she needed one ). she didn’t want to be just like her father - left alone with a garden gnome to spend his days ;; a lonely childhood was already enough, and that, she couldn’t control - but her future, was something that she could.
still, her mind is captivated with thoughts of him. the boy from the train station, the boy with the photographs, the boy ( NINO ) who has followed her every clue, come so close to solving the paradox that is her - the boy who is supposedly her soulmate. against her better judgement, she moves towards the door, hesitant for what’s waiting on the other side.
––– ❛ i’m not here.
❝ you took the breadcrumbs that i left as a guide. ❞
independent amélie poulain from the new musical amélie as penned by cossette established march 2017.
