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@lefthope
lefthope — a dependent blog for manhattantv . as penned by emmy . a nameless stroke of sun, until they're memory .
aspenlevitt ( josh o'connor , 36 ) callumbianchi ( joe keery , 34 ) maisellemaddox ( havana rose liu , 26 ) pipertomlin-wright ( courtney eaton , 30 )
body in a loose sway along to the music, napkin covered fingers plucking desserts and dropping them onto a plate to the beat. haze of the high keeping them lost in their own little world, the spin to face front stalling when maika's gaze met another's — small mountain of treats almost slipping in surprise. “ want one ? " has the decency to offer, at least, as the table had almost gone bare in her attempt to curb the munchies. “ i think this one is chocolate ... or something. ”
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“ do i want to know ? ” comment is pointed , but meant in jest . despite any hesitation on his features , with one shrug , he accepts the treat . “ i want the other thing you're having , is that up for grabs ? — not to assume but , you're clearly having a better time than most of the people here . ”
#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. kieran zaveri location: the marble room, the grand ball, evening. status: accepting replies
steady grin was only enhanced by wine flowing through his veins, enough to introduce a social buzz without compromising balance or speech, evident as he wove smoothly through the crowd. target in sight. ❝ you can't sit on the sidelines all evening. dance with me. ❞ kie extended his hand, pink gemstone sparkling in the candlelight but earlier loss couldn't reach his smile.
“ you're funny , ” tone lilt , an echo of laughter bubbling to the surface . gaze focuses in on extended offering , loose curls shifting to the side with a tilt of her head . “ i am a professional dancer … are you sure you want to … ? ” she makes no effort to divulge any information and despite faux protest , manicured hand makes its way into his .
" i'm glad you could join me for dinner, " even though it's impromptu, planned just hours before. these days it is a challenge to get her splendid posterior out of bed. especially during evenings, when all she wants to do is sleep, and if not sleep, then simply repose. her glass is oddly empty, smudged with traces of her fingertips where her thumb brushed it numerous times. the lack of alcohol doesn't speak for itself, but it certainly whispers, if you know how to listen. " i was quite close to just calling you to lie in bed with me and watch films, but since we're already here — " she swallows, eyes glittering with something that can only be described as delight. " there's something that i need to tell you. "
sequestered restaurant in potsdam, a few days prior to the masquerade, ft. @dynast1es @lefthope
something she needs to tell them . brow raises as the male leans back in his seat . surely this is about the audrey biopic , a conversation that lingered just a few weeks back . indesicion coming to the forefront . head tilts , expression softening as he steals a glance at the youngest bianchi . words rest on the tip of his tongue , wondering if it was time for reassurance or a simple shoulder to lean on . line delivery was never his thing . time for his scene partner to take the lead . @dynast1es
she's nursing a glass of champagne when she stops in the room , taking a look around before meeting their gaze with a hazed one . "we probably walked by at least five of them ." confirms with a smile , "but i'm a little tipsy so chances of me finding them on my own again are slim to none unless you want to help me ."
“ five seems generous , ” and he's already ran the calculations and probabilities three rooms ago . brief pause between the two , one corner of his lip quirking upwards . hand motions towards the drink , “ on the contrary , i think being tipsy increases the chances of finding one . sooo … how do you feel about the phrase ‘ sharing is caring ’ ? ”
status : closed starter for maiselle maddox @lefthope location : the petting zoo , sanssouci palace , potsdam , germnay
she figured the petting zoo would be the best place to catch up with her cousin. she felt like a lot has been going on but she simply didn't have time to sit with her cousin for a little catch up. “ so tell me, ” mila said as she held a teacup pig in her lap. “ what have you been up to ? i feel like i haven't been updated on anything recently and i don't like it. ” the femme simply stated as she looked at her cousin.
soft sigh escapes blushed lips , as if the athlete has no time to expel another syllable . “ nothing headline worthy — “ which could be a blessing or a curse in the maddox clan . french tips stroke at curled tufts , nose wrinkling in delight at the lamb in front of her . “ i'd much rather hear you talk about your life . ” if only for her to compare the two of their recent accomplishments .
squeezed into the cushioned sides, forgetting that oxygen was needed for a lingering second while she watched him open to a random page — a gasp runs free, she's wounded by his choice to start in the middle. ivories chew on bottom lip, cheeks tinted a soft rose colour as she nods in response. " — there were no mutual concessions; one stood erect and the others yielded; " words fall out before she can stop them, spine straightening before returning to own book but not remembering where she'd left off, alphabet soup sprawled across the page. " you haven't read it before? "
“ does that surprise you ? ” he doesn't think much of it . surely it's not a dig at his taste or education . thumbs flip carelessly through pages , more or less disinterested in what each paragraph holds , maintained focus remaining on the person opposite of him . “ i mostly read novels of which i'd like to adapt . this never slid across my desk . however , i've heard a lot about the most recent of its successors . did you watch ? " questions keep pouring out , moving the conversation onward .
engrossed into next chapter — or what she could read of it, shoulders tensing as he gestures to the seat beside her. mouth hangs open slightly, somewhat dumbfound and surprised, but attempting to act cool. " 'course. " she smiles softly, scooting closer to the arm - rest as if she hadn't left him enough room. gaze falls on book encased in hand, a favourite of hers, maybe he knew that? " whatcha reading? " evie asks, intrigued to know his thoughts.
he takes the spot without hesitation , novel positioned so that evie could catch a glimpse , “ you've read it before ? ” silence fills the space between them , the male opening to a random page . “ it was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn , ” head tilts , lips tugged into a half smile , “ interesting … ”
❝ i've never heard of sanssouci palace having any. ❞ the castle had once been proposed as a filming location by a director before another option was selected. some time had passed since he'd read the proposal — most vivid memory being that the palace hadn't fit the atmosphere the director had described for the film. ❝ unless you'd count any passageways the staff probably used. ❞
“ why build a palace without secrets ? feels like a waste of money if you ask me , “ and cal knows plenty about wasting money . ” do you know anything about staff passageways ? i'm trying to make my grand escape , “ words leave lips like it's supposed to be a joke , but there's about thirty other places callum could name off the top of his head where he'd rather be — and none of them involved wearing costumes to be in attendance . brief pause , hues scanning the room before landing back on the eldest valmont . ” your outfit looks pretty good though . you proud of it ? "
sitting rigid opposite the bookcase he inspected, eyes roam a fraction above the page she's reading and fall on his back — teeth capture bottom lip, gaze dancing over him in secret as she observes the furniture too. a moment of tension lingers before she realising callum's talking to her , " i-i'm sure there's a trapped door around here somewhere. " evie tries to play nonchalant, one leg over the other as attention returns back to floating letters on a page.
“ it would be pretty lame if there wasn't , ” slight shrug of his shoulders , leaving the shelves to turn his full attention to his co-star . “ do you mind ? ” gaze flickers to the open spot next to the youngest valmont . in his hand is a copy of wuthering heights , leather bound and well loved .
EMMA (2020) costume appreciation: 46/46 (costume design by Alexandra Byrne)
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soft humming filled the little alcove where she'd found the bench, fingers nimbly weaving the flower stems together into a circle. the video she'd pulled up on youtube long since gone quiet once she'd gotten the hang of it, smaller versions sitting in a pile next to her, slightly bigger one in her hands meant for her own larger head. " hey ! want a crown ? " stella asks when she spots the other person, holding up the bright crown for them to see.
“ you made these ? ” perhaps a bit on the nose with her question . flowers don't just appear in the wild already woven and knotted . fingertips grasp at layers of fabric , lifting her skirt in order to properly sit down . “ i would love one , thank you . ” slight pause , gaze landing on the pile of crowns . “ is it hard to make one ? ”
open starter from bambi dugray, accepting. mid day, horseback riding.
“it’s a good thing you don’t have to brush or feed me after riding me ,” she comments over her shoulder, running a comb through her horse’s mane . “otherwise , we’d both be dead .” the corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk , enough to show she’s joking . “c’mon . don’t be scared , it won’t eat you .”
“ pardon ? ” features scrunch in confusion . “ are you talking to me or your horse … ? ”
#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. narisa narong location: archery range, sanssouci palace, midday. status: accepting replies
a twig snapped, shattering the relative quiet of the near empty archery range, and instinct spun risa around. her focus broken, grasp loosened on the bowstring. in a blink, the arrow was loosed and sent flying in the wrong direction. risa gasped as it struck the tree next to the person. ❝ shit ! sorry ! ❞ bow fell to the ground. she didn't want to think how much worse that could've ended. then again — ❝ you really shouldn't sneak up on someone. ❞
perhaps he need to work on his reflexes , arrow shooting past him in the same amount of time it took him to simply blink back . expression falls , jaw slack . “ holy shit , ” is all he can manage at first , gaze moving between tree and archer . palm moves to neck , smile creeping on features , “ i'll be completely honest with you . i took an edible and you look crazy right now . ”
“ so … do you think we'll find any secret passageways during our stay here ? there's gotta be at least a few . ” brow raises as the middle bianchi turns around , fingertips grazing weathered spines , tilting each novel outwards in case one happened to trigger something .
openstarter — sanssouci palace , midday
open starter, at a bar in brooklyn
( Ꮺ ) the bar was in full bustle around him but his eyes stayed glued to his phone screen as he read stats, notifications, and caught up on texts that had been sitting there for months at that point. “ you won't get fast service over here, ” tyler began when he felt someone sit next to him, “ bartender is covering their area and the other's without help. if you want something quick, might want to go to the other side. ”
“ should've gone to the maddox suite , ” with the shrug of her shoulder , maisie slides into a free seat by the male , ignoring the fact that she herself isn't in her own family's suite at the moment . “ are you trying to feel normal ? play hannah montana for a bit ? ooh ! i've got some sunglasses in my purse that would look so cute on you ! ” it takes mere seconds to produce the pair , holding them up with a twinkle in her gaze . “ it will really help sell the whole incognito look , ” all assumption up until this point , creating a narrative of her own design .
she contemplates the question, attempting to decide if there was someone that she wanted to see in her designs. most things in her sketchbook a whim, idea come to mind ⸻ doodles, more than anything else which was the issue. a doodle not good enough to put on the runway as one of her signature pieces, but could be for something else. " i never really gave it much thought, but they could be adapted for a singer ... thanks, aspen. "
“ of course , anytime , ” said politely , but perhaps not meaningfully . without much fanfare , aspen stands up , hand moving to the back of his neck . “ if not these designs , then surely the next ones . every piece you get out there is a stepping stone to the next one . ” slight wave of his free hand , “ hopefully next time we see each other it's in celebration . ”
