the girl with glass feet ;

mary prays the rosary for my broken mind ---------------- livia fox. twenty. ballerina for the nycb. on leave in northpoint, maine.

[livia-fox]

teddyamherst:

His eyebrows popped up, and a grin slowly split his angular face. He tried to hide it, not wanting to come off as smug or teasing. “That’s my specialty,” he informed her, but he did not turn to leave. “I was supposed to be meeting a friend here, but I ended up getting lost. All turned around - I actually ended up on another wharf.” He waved a hand vaguely. “I’ve been following clues for weeks, and thought I’d catch her this time.”

"Catch... her...?" Livia repeated slowly. She turned over her phone with nervous fingers, tapping at the screen until the buttons pulled up. Just in case she had to call 911. She was picturing this statue of a man throwing a net over some unsuspecting girl. "If that's your explanation, maybe I should have stuck with the cyptic one-liners."

[livia-fox]

teddyamherst:

Teddy smiled, amiable as ever. As outgoing as he was, he knew when to make his exit. “Have a good night, okay?”

Going against all better judgement, Liv set one small hand on the equally (proportionally?) small table. Trying to catch his attention or call him back - maybe both. Just as quickly, though, she was leaning back, her preternaturally straight spine flush with the back of the chair. "You can't just be cryptic and then disappear," she said, a hint whiny.

[livia-fox]

teddyamherst:

“Oh - no, it wasn’t -” Teddy chuckled, slipping his phone into his pocket. “It wasn’t a joke. Well, maybe it was. A self-depricating joke.”

[teddyamherst-blog]

“What’s the difference between badluck and being cursed?” Teddy asked, frowning at his phone.

[livia-fox]

Livia impatiently set her own phone down. She felt like a hologram - burning bright, flickering. "I don't know," she snapped. "What is the difference between bad luck and being cursed?"

[livia-fox]

genevieve-skyes:

“I’m sorry that was rude,” she quickly apologized after realizing she’d been staring a little longer than she should have. She nervously placed loose strands of brown hair behind her ear, flashing a small smile. “I was debating going home, but then that bottle of champagne started calling my name. Pellegrino pairs perfectly with orange juice, but I guess I prefer just champagne.”

Livia frowned, instantly wary of the girl's friendliness. If she had wanted a conversation, then she would have gone out to coffee with the gaggle of girls who booked and then wasted studio time around the same time that Livia booked and didn't waste her studio time. She took a slow sip of her drink, maybe keeping her eye-contact a bit too direct over the rim of the glass. "Breakfast of champions," she said coolly.

[teddyamherst-blog]

“I would die for a good drunk brunch right now. What time is it?”

[livia-fox]

"... It's eight pm."

[livia-fox]

@primalivia: okay, but toxic shark is actually sort of... Good? face off is no longer the only good thing on #syfynetwork ???

[livia-fox]

As Livia tossed her sheet of dark hair away from her face, she inadverntedly caught the eye of a stranger who had been looking - nay, judging her, and raised her champagne flute to them in a sarcastic toast. "It's pellegrino and orange juice," she snapped. "It's ten in the morning, c'mon."

[ardenchosource]

Sun is blinding. Forgot my sunnies…

[livia-fox]

fenrinhovvmand:

“Livi,” Fenrin said, folding the spent match into her palm. “If I hated you, you’d know.” He smirked, dropping the Ritz matchbox back into her handbag.

The match was still hot against her skin, and she worried about the possibility of splinters. She also had the sudden urge to put the match to her tongue, press it to the roof of her mouth. She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat she dug the matchbox out of her purse and put the spent match back into it. Surely someone would pull it out thinking it was unused in the future --- but that was a problem for future-Livia. "I shouldn't be around you when you smoke."

[livia-fox]

aelish-visser:

Aelish rose a brow, not understanding this woman’s argumentative tone. She had thought their conversation was going well. Looks like she had been wrong. Why in the hell was this woman talking to her this way? “True but there’s no need to get so argumentative about something as simple as dresses. The tone you’re using is very rude and I don’t appreciate being spoken to in that way in my own store. I was just making small talk. If you didn’t want small talk next time please just tell me.” And here she thought that small town folks were supposed to be friendly. “Now if you need anything please just ask.” Turning, she headed to the front of the store.

She bristled. “I wasn’t -” Livia clamped her mouth shut hard enough to rattle her teeth and barely resisted the urge to stomp one of her tiny feet. Had she been disagreeable? She blinked, wondering if she’d lost time again, and dug her nails into her palms. “Fine, fine. I really – I should get to trying, so, thanks.” Liv shut the door behind herself, and the first thing she did was go to the small bench along one side of the fitting room and sat down, folding her legs in front of her. What was going on? She dug her phone from her coat pocket and googled am I being – the woman’s words ran through her head, and she typed: - argumentative?

[livia-fox]

fenrinhovvmand:

“I’m not mean to you, I just like giving you a hard time.” He took one of the matches and lit the cigarette held between his lips, the heat from the lit match close to his face. “Here. How was it - the Ritz?”

"That's the definition of being mean," Liv reminded him. She leaned forward as he lit the cigarette, inhaling the scent of the lit match. She loved the smell of lit matches, the smell of smoke even more. Her face was too close to his when he shook the match out, but it didn't occur to her. "Oh. Good. Historic."

[livia-fox]

aelish-visser:

Had Aelish known what the woman was thinking about her and the fact that the woman was accusing her of not having tact she would have just asked the woman to leave. It didn’t matter that this was a customer. Kicking out one person wasn’t going to cause her business to fail nor did she care to serve people who questioned her tact. That was rude. But that was just the other woman’s thoughts so Aelish had no way of knowing. “It’s always nice to have a formal dress ready to go. You never know when you’ll be invited to an event where you’ll need to wear it. Maybe I’m just bias since I own a dress store buy I always advice women to have formal wear read to go.” She nodded to a door a few feet away. “The dressing room is right there. You should go try on your favorites. I really hope they work.”

Livia had always struggled with talking to people. Even those that she knew well - she either struggled to focus or became too intense, and could never understand if people were being serious or not. She had spent too much time in quiet rooms with nothing but her reflection and her high hopes for company, and not enough time socializing - at least, that's what her parents said. And Liv didn't have any reason to think it wasn't true. "You don't really even need an event," Livia said, even her light-hearted response coming a bit argumentative. "There's nothing stopping anyone from wearing ballgowns to coffee shops." She hefted the dresses along into the fitting room, hanging them on the back of the door. They more or less fit. "Thank you," she said. "Me too."

[livia-fox]

fenrinhovvmand:

"Why are you always mean to me?" Livia asked, sighing as she pulled a match from the box and lit it, letting it burn to nothing before handing him the whole box.

[livia-fox]

fenrinhovvmand:

“Makes a flame, doesn’t it?” he asked, forgetting that maybe being so insufferable wasn’t the best way to ask for favors.

Liv's lips parted slightly, a small huff of frustration leaving her before she ducked her attention to her purse, digging for the matchbox. She found it and held it out over a puddle of melted snow. "Not when they're wet."

[fenrinhovmand-blog]

“Hi. Do you have a lighter?”

[livia-fox]

Livia blinked, slow, and looked up at the boy who'd come to stand next to her. "I have matches," she said after a minute. Livia chronically stole matches - from restaurants, from hotels, anywhere she could.

[livia-fox]

aelish-visser:

Aelish smiled at the woman, “Sorry about that. I hope I didn’t scare you. I probably should have been a bit louder and made myself known,” She explained with a laugh. Listening to what the woman described, she led her to corner of the shop near the back. That was where she kept the formal dresses. She started to go through the section, pulling out tea length dresses that she hoped would work. She set them down on a nearby chair. “I’m Aelish Visser by the way. It’s lovely to meet you. Here. I hope these work and aren’t too stuffy. So do you have a formal event you’re attending or do you just like to go shopping?”

"It's fine," Livia said, frowning slightly as she followed the woman, wondering why she hadn't pretended it hadn't happened, like anyone with a bit of tact might have. But then, Livia had a funny definition of tact. Liv stood back as she watched Aelish pull out dresses, quickly giving them once overs and categorizing them - i hope they work, may work, and, i hope they don't work. She kept her opinions to herself, though, and brushed her fingers over a nearby dress. "Nice to meet you, too." She picked up all of the hangers and draped the length of them over her arm. "Oh, maybe. I mean - I - I hope so." She swung her hair over her shoulder, out of her face. "I'm sure I'll find some reason to wear it," she said, with a brittle little laugh.