of a fairytale;

Brûle ton amour quand il brûle. Fais feu de tout le bois dont tes bras disposent. Étonne-toi du fond de ta moindre cellule. N'oublie jamais les roses.

[lucyvalcourt]

IZABELLA, darling !!

“Eggs, toast and some bacon,” Iza answered with a shrug. Growing up in Cuba breakfast was normally a lighter affair, but due to the long week she’d had and the Americanized breakfasts she’d gotten used to in Miami the past few years - this breakfast was perfect. Iza paused to spread some jam on her toast and looked up at the woman. “Wine with breakfast?” She questioned in both surprise and pleasure. But she nodded her head and moved to grab two glasses from the cabinets. When her own glass was filled she smiled at the woman. “À la tienne !” She spoke with a bit of a daring look in her eye. Her friend wasn’t the best but due to working in the hospitality industry for years - she could speak a little bit of many languages. If she’d been a more studious person she could have gone to school for it. Languages made sense to her. 

                    Lucinda’s breakfast always consisted bread, a choice of butter, honey and jam with a good cup of coffee that would start off her day -- but this morning was different. ‘’Had bad night, is a new day and a new start, why not?’’ she asked in return with a LIGHT tone, watching the other leave the kitchen island to grab two glasses -- appreciation coming to settle on the redhead’s features as her fingers tap on her laptop. Closing the same fingers around the rim of the glass, she takes it up to her lips, but distracted from taking a sip when the French words leave the other’s lips, taking her off guard for a second. ‘’J'aime ton accent,’’ the voice actor smiles. ‘’You know French? But are non French, non?’’ Her accent was different from her own, which was why she was curious to get to know more about her. ‘’Je suis Lucinda, quel est ton nom chérie?’’

[lucyvalcourt]

AMEERA, darling !!

Getting distracted by ordinary activities was indeed easy when she was in complete silence. As soon as another voice was detected by Ameera, the brunette got rid of her reverie, just in time to find the book she’d been looking for. Her ears were graced with an unmistakable French accent and an involuntary smile made an appearance on her lips. “Good morning, lady.” She greeted holding a copy of Titian, The Complete Paintings. It was suspect to say, but Titian was one of her favorite painters, she was used to contemplate his paintings, her last visit to the London National Gallery brought her a new incentive, she felt tempted to visit the museum at the Trafalgar Square as much as possible. “I fully agree that there are several books on these shelves and that it’s way too hard to choose. I am completely surrendered to this place, I can’t choose which one I should read but I think I just found the first one on the list.” She held up the hand with the book, giving the other woman a vision of the cover of the chosen book. “But what about you, did you choose any of your liking?” She inquired, curious about what the lady in front of her was doing there. She was certainly there to read something, what else would someone do in a library besides reading, obviously?

There was nothing as magical as being surrounded by so many books -- but in this case, it was something else Lucinda’s attention was CAPTURED by. Or rather, someone else. ‘’Surrendered to this place... that’s so poetic,’’ she breathes out between peachy lips, blue eyes fully entranced by the younger presence. Her gaze shifting from the brunette towards the book when she held it up, falling onto the title instead. ‘’I ---- don’t.. know yet,’’ she admits slowly, not having had the time to discover the place as much as the other. ‘’What do you suggérer?’’ Figuring there weren’t many French books, if any at all, she wondered if the stranger knew some good books to read. ‘’I just arrivée not long ago, is my first time here.’’ The back of her hand came to brush over the backs of the books that were right beside them, making the redhead take a step closer as the name Virginia Woolf comes to lure her in. ‘’Who are your favorite writers, chérie?’’ she asks softly, interested in who exactly picked at the younger woman’s brain.

[lucyvalcourt]

JULIA, darling !!

“The epitome of adorable, huh? Well that just can’t be true, because you’re literally the most adorable person I’ve ever met.” Julia grinned, her hands pressing deep into the soft sheets as she leaned back slightly. “I want to know anything you can tell me. Tell me about your home town, tell me about your interests and hobbies. Tell me what you love, tell me what you hate. What makes you happy and what makes you upset. I want to know everything.” She stated, her eyes locking with the redhead’s. She’d been worried at first, the idea of not getting along with her roommate had sat heavily in her head, making her nervous and full of worry. But speaking to the other, and listening to her soothing voice knocked all of the worry out of her. She was already caught up in everything about her, drawn in by the air she gave off. “Are you kidding?? A french accent being the worst? You must be mad. French accents are so beautiful, and so incredibly sexy.” She winked at the other before smiling at the question. “Honestly, there’s so many memories and experiences I can think of. Memories of friends, and of love. The entire thing was just interesting and enjoyable. I’m so glad I came back to it really. “She hummed softly, old memories filling her head like a pleasant fog. “I think it’d look cute. All red everything.” She chuckled before nodding quickly. “Yes please, let’s go find somewhere. I just want to explore, and my stomach just wants food.” She sat forward quickly, eyes flickering to her belongings. “I hope I brought my good scarf with me.”

                    ‘‘Me? The most adorable? You are kidding! And being way too extra,’‘ she tries to brush it off, feeling way more flattered than she’s able to put into words. Fanning herself for a second, she cups her glowing cheek the next. ‘‘I don’t know where to possibly begin, you crazy. That’s so much -- you put me on the spot like that and ... and I get nerves,’’ she’s able to breathe out, but that’s all she’s able to form into words. Red strands smoothly swift side to side on her back as she shakes her head, unable to keep her flattered smirk to herself from the compliments she’s receiving. ‘’I,’’ she points at herself, ‘’mad,’’ she follows with confidence before moving her finger to point at Julia’s chest, ‘’but you --- crazy.’’ Lucinda then gets up as she giggles, opening up one of her suitcases where she keeps her collection of scarfs. Everything in her suitcases is all sorted out with expertise, keeping everything tidy and neat. She’s no control freak -- but leaving everything everywhere isn’t her thing either. Down on her knees, she goes through her belongings to find the fluffy scarf she had on her mind bringing along when her roommate says something the redhead feels a tad bit sorry for. ‘’It’s fine,’’ she takes out another one, closing the lid back onto the suitcase but didn’t close it as she makes her way back towards the brunette. ‘’You take mine --’’ she doesn’t wait for an answer, instead wraps it around the woman, moving into her space without thinking twice, ‘’-- there. It looks good on you, much better than on me. It frames your face.’’ Lucinda’s smile is wide as she tidies the scarf’s ends together, ‘’not tight, I hope?’’ she’s quick to say, as blue eyes fall into Julia’s.

[lucyvalcourt]

FELICITY, darling !!

Well into her thirties, Felicity was supposed to have a handle on her life that was at least secure, but instead she still ate like a college student, had a terrible sense of direction, and was in a hotel with a dozen or more beautiful women whom she clammed up when talking to. If she wanted to come out of her shell and embrace her sexuality, she was doing a bang up job so far.

The only thing she really had going for her was that she was punctual; always on time for a session or in this case, Big Brother. She readied her bowl of popcorn and glass of wine – The Olivia Pope Diet , as she called it – and settled in for the show. some hours later, after the prime time had come and gone, Felicity found that she had fallen asleep during some old movie that came on and was now waking to find a figure looming over her. In the post-sleep fog it only seemed like a tall shower, which was why she jumped up and screamed before waking fully to look around and remember where she was. “ Well, that was one way to greet someone.”

                    And that’s a wrap for today. Words she never thought she’d hear -- and that was only one of the two jobs that told her her working day was over. The show would never stop rolling, as far as the redhead knew. But she didn’t let that thought control her MENTALLY, feeling like she needed some self-time rather than worrying about her next working day in the studio. Which wouldn’t be for a few days -- so she eyed the wine bottle with more lust than she intended to when she found herself in an empty kitchen. It was late, so she couldn’t blame any of the girls having gone to bed already, if that was what they busied themselves with... there were socks hanging on doorknobs some nights after all, making clear there was more going on than just the innocent cuddling.

With a glass in hand, it was a woman resting on the couch that took her mind off from her endless thoughts and a TV that played something she didn’t recognize. Trying to brush alongside her, it’s then when her eyes fall onto the bowl of popcorn and the lifeless-seeming form of the woman when they gaze onto the other’s closed eyes. For a second she checks her breathing, nearly reaching out for her wrist to check her pulse when a second later she’s screamed at -- which startles Lucinda ENOUGH to take a few steps back and clutch for her heart. ‘’Mon Dieu---!’’ she exclaims in return, needing over ten seconds to recover from that scare. ‘’I feel like my soul left my body,’’ she tells her softly, lips remaining parted as she heaves a breath, the wine shaking in the glass she manages to keep steadily in her hand. ‘’--I wanted to check if you... alive... but you’re fine, -- you’re fine.’’ she rather tells herself the latter, before dropping down to sit next to the stranger. ‘’---- Well, you did distract me from work thoughts, is something at least.’’

[lucyvalcourt]

@deltaxdavenport, darling !!

                    Moping around over the extra hours she worked til late in the evening due to technical difficulties, was an activity she kept herself busy with during the drive back to the hotel. Or rather, what she called HOME now. Once the cab came to a halt in front of the massive building, it didn’t take long for the redhead to get to her room and change into the outfit she had longed for all day. Ever since her headache kicked in, which was around the same time the studio’s electricity failed to work and the producer’s nerves couldn’t stress her out more. Dressed in simply a tanktop and leggings, both covering her outfit for the pools, she made a way for the kitchen with her purse -- in case she received any important calls from her home country or felt bored, which wasn’t really the case on the show. In fact, she had barely any time to think about her mental state, but today made a big change in that and she needed ALL the relaxation she could get. As she walked into the kitchen, she faced a stranger’s back with gorgeous hair that immediately attracted her attention. ‘’Bonjour -- you do non mind if I take bottle of wine with me, non?’’ She asks as her eyes shift towards the stash that’s bottled in the fridge, changing her mind quickly as she holds the door open with her thigh. ‘’Make that two, screw it. --- I’m going to the pools, want to join, chérie? Today sucks balls, hard and I need distraction.’’

[lucyvalcourt]

AFRODITA, darling !!

“Ah, it’s all right–– tout cela grâce à l'école internationale.” She said with a chuckle, she was fluent but didn’t have much need for it anymore, it was like a party trick now a-days. “You don’t think she’s remember you? And you loved her? Romantically?” That caught the brunette’s interest. Afrodita rerouted herself towards the couch and sat next to the redhead. “No, no, no, you’ve gotta tell me about this girl before I tell you anything about myself.” The Albanian teased before tilting her head to the side, “Well, I’ll give you my name. I’m Afrodita but that’s all you’ll get out of me.”

                    A beaten smirk showed on her features when the other came to crash onto the sofa next to her - saying she had to spill the juice now and Lucinda couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully with a chuckle escaping her red lips. ‘’Now now, someone’s curious.’’ the redhead licks her lips, re-positioning herself on the couch, curling her legs as she rests one arm over the back of the sofa, supporting her head. Having a drink in the other hand, she takes a sip - taking her time on PURPOSE. ‘’Two can play this game. Your name for my story, and my name for your story, Afrodita.’’ Obviously entertained by the enthusiasm of her company, she plays with a strand that escaped from her bun, twirling it around her finger. ‘’So -- you really wanna know, hm? ---- It was my early twenties when I worked as une make-up artist, it wasn’t what made me happiest but I got money and people said I was good. I worked on movie sets, got hired to work with IMPORTANT people, célébrités. And..... one day there was this magnifique woman who walked on set I was assigned to assist, et...’’ a dreamful smile came to show on her face, drifting off into the blissful memory by accident.

[lucyvalcourt]

AFRODITA, darling !!

“Fair enough. I mean… l'amour de toutes sortes est épuisant.” Afrodita said with an eye roll but her smile that played at the corner of her lips gave away her lightheartedness. “You’ve always found it? No matter what?” 

                    ‘‘Oooh, j'aime ton français,’‘ distracted from reading her script any further, she moves over on the shared sofa to make room for her fellow contestant. ‘’Romantique love, non, not... really. It’s been years ago --- and I don’t think she’d remember me anyway if we came eye to eye now. But familial love I know, friend love too. You? If you care to join me and talk? Tell me what’s BOTHERING you.’’

[lucyvalcourt]

AFRODITA, darling !!

“People are so obsessed with love, I don’t think it’ll ever make sense to me.” 

                    ‘‘That depends what kind of love you talking about --- there’s the family kind of love, the friend kind and the very romantique kind. --- you’re not talking about all kinds of love, that’s ridicule, love is always there, EVEN when in doubt.’‘

[lucyvalcourt]

NORA, darling !!

     Nora was curled on the sofa a pile of files scattered about her, she was lost in thought and her work when the new woman walked through the door. It was sorta hard to look away from such a fascinating case, someone had breaking into houses and….leaving things there. It was odd. But, her eyes slowly drifted upwards to the girl and she smiled, pushing the case off. It was always interesting to meet the new people, especially when they were nervous. “Bonjour.” she said closing the file she had in her hand and smiled sweetly at “Oh–yeah.” she collected her files, making a neat pile with them before standing up. “I’d be happy to show you Lucinda.” She said as she moved took a couple steps closer to the new girl. “I’m Nora.” she added extending her hand. 

                    Wondering what the other redhead was trying to wrap her head around -- she tried to recall what it was that the IKAG old star did for a living, but Lucinda’s mind FAILED her. A smile built on her features when she got greeted back in her mother tongue, making her eyes roll back onto the other’s features. ‘’That’d be very kind of you, Nora!’’ Taking her hand gladly for a firm handshake, she can’t help but glance back at the big pile she was carrying. ‘’I can carry, if need help? It’s no problem, a faveur for a faveur.’’ Clasping her hands together, it’s the interior that catches her eyes next, she’s been in this building a brief time after all. ‘’It’s so beautiful here, I can’t believe I’m here. --- with such gorgeous women like you too,’’ Lucinda’s gaze returns to the fellow redhead as it then rasps off her lips and her hand returns to rest on her purse as the other lingers in the air, pointing towards the pile. ‘’Is that a script? I watched this show, but can non recall what you do. I’m a voice actor.’’

[cathxrinecawood]

[lucyvalcourt]

IZABELLA, darling !!

Well, this was a turn of events. She licked her lips at Lucinda’s words, her own escaping her. All Iza could do for the moment is nod. The confident tone and demeanour Lucinda was speaking with at the moment was intriguing. She watched as Lucy’s beautiful red hair was taken out of its bun and let loose. “I can do that.” Izabella grabbed the bottle and the towels and walked into the bathroom. Matching the design of the house, it was large and beautiful, better than any other bathroom she’d been in before and Iza was immediately a fan. She eyed the large tub by the window. For days she’d been promising herself she’d go for a soak, but now was the time. What better way to break it in? “I’ll run the bath. Why don’t you get comfortable.” Iza took this time to calm herself a bit as the tub filled with warm water - she threw a bath bomb into the water for good measure, watching the water turn blue with shades of purple - a slight fizz and bubbling at the top. As the water neared the edge, Iza stripped off her sweatshirt, leaving her in a camisole as she turned the water off. “Ladies first?”

                    Sharing some time together with one of the women she had only seen once hadn’t exactly been on her planning today - especially not in her bathroom, but she could use the relaxation. Her neck and shoulders are tense from the FIGURATIVE backlash she received today. And when the other’s hips sway towards the smaller - yet just as luxurious - room, Lucinda’s attention got pulled and her curiosity sparked. It was an invitation she simply couldn’t say non to, this show was full of surprises and only moments ago, she had walked right into one. Her hands smooth to her hips as she follows her, naturally making this door fall into its lock too, taking precaution in case her roommate decided to return for whatever reason on this midday -- making sure whoever Iza shared the room with wouldn’t be able to walk in just like that. ‘’Get comfortable, in a place like this? With a very beautiful woman? That’s not hard to do,’’ the redhead purrs as her fingers slip to her collar, unbuttoning her blouse one by one as her eyes cannot seem to leave from the younger’s back figure. She takes a step closer after opening her blouse but didn’t slide it off her shoulders yet, instead she focused on pulling down the waistband of her jeans as she came to stand next to the brunette -- watching the more than warm water turn into an attractive color she hadn’t witnessed before. But her curiosity wasn’t focused on the magic trick, no, instead blue eyes shifted towards Iza and watched her undress as she stepped out of her own. The matching set of black undergarments still clutching to her figure, she reaches out to gently take Iza’s chin between her fingers. ‘’Are you sure to proceed with this, chérie? It might get a whole lot more steamier than you think -- once we step into that bath there’s no way back.’’

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[lucyvalcourt]

JULIA, darling !!

“No no no, mostly words like stupid or clumsy really. And you adore me?? Wow I must be doing something right then…” Her cheeks warmed at the redhead’s words, already so wrapped up in everything the other put out. Her smirk grew impossibly wide when the older came to sit with her, bright blue eyes shining with happiness as she moved to rest her face in her hands. “To me, you are a beautiful mystery. Delicate and warm, someone I’m most excited to spend more time with and know for the longest while. I want to know everything there is to know about you! Anything and everything you can tell me!” Her cheeks only deepened in colour at the touch, her head falling forward slightly as she leaned into the feel of the fist fingers upon her skin. She giggled at the other woman, her fingers coming up to press against her warm cheeks. Her face felt far too warm, she hoped it wasn’t too warm. “I’m adorable?? What about you?? Your accent and your laugh are just the cutest! And I’m glad you’d love that! I love to wander and find new places. Back on the show before I liked to just go on little adventures, find new places to hang out and relax.” The brunette clapped her hands together in an excited motion, leaning closer to the redhead as her bright smile lit up her face. “You are just far too sweet to me! My goodness, how will I ever recover from such lovely words?? You’re making my face redder than a tomato. Surely I can’t be the cutest with my face looking like this.”

                    ‘‘How could I non adore you? You are the --- what’s the word...’‘ she snaps her fingers as she tries to think of the word, it’s right there on the tip of her tongue after all. ‘‘...exemple, non --- epitome of adorable.’’ What a relief finding that word was -- but it’s got Lucinda’s eyes sparking with an emotion that equals to feeling proud, it’s the smile she witnesses on Julia’s features that makes her just as happy. And feel a warmth creep inside her chest that tells her she shouldn’t have to be nervous for this meeting in the first place - it was going just fine. ‘’What is it you want to know, chérie? What questions are popping up in that beautiful head of yours? I’m curious, I want to know!’’ She encourages her as her voice’s not louder than a TENDER WHISPER, feeling like they’ve gone up in this personal bubble nobody can break. Even though they’re completely alone in the room, with more privacy than they have outside these four walls. ‘’Oh come on, you’re teasing, my accent is absolute worst,’’ Lucinda exclaims - but her smile doesn’t falter, not even for a little bit. ‘’That sounds so lovely, what’s your most memorable experience of this show? What’s the first that comes to mind? Tell me everything,’’ she can’t help herself, it’s the other’s blue eyes she’s completely lured in by. Like a temptation that simply cannot be denied. ‘’Hey, at least it suits you, mine’s matching my red hair -- isn’t a good sight for eyes.’’ She’s teasing just as hard, finding comfort doing so, though she breaks their moment by tapping softly on Julia’s thigh. ‘’Let’s find a nice place, talk some more outside. Be sure to bring a scarf, is cold outside, chérie.’’

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WINTER, darling !!

Winter could barely understand the girl, her accent was so thick. “I think there was a compliment in there so…thanks?” she said with a slight shrug. The woman had something of a rich-air to her, sophisticated and proper and Winter wasn’t entirely sure how to take that, considering it couldn’t be more opposite of herself. “A furnace? What does heating a structure have to do with coffee? But yeah, coffee sounds good,” she said with a soft nod. 

                    ‘‘Oh, silly girl. So young and petite,’‘ she muses - MOSTLY to herself. ‘’Hot cocoa takes a pan to heat milk -- or the radiating oven, the micro---something, but I prefer heating milk on the furnace. It doesn’t spoil that way, have you never had it?’’ A soft giggle leaves red painted lips without second thought, walking past the girl with a ‘come with me’ gesture, her index finger curling as she moves for the kitchen. She hadn’t been here long, but the coffee wasn’t that hard to make. ‘’How do you take coffee? Milk, sugar? Black? Like your gorgeous hair.’’

[lucyvalcourt]

IZABELLA, darling !!

Iza’s eyes followed the movement of Lucy’s hands, not moving them until the other woman moved.  Lucy was a stunning woman, a little older than some of the other people in the house, but it simply made her different. She stood out from the crown. “Got it.” Iza grinned and moved toward her bed - bending over her bag and rummaging around until she produced a bottle of Cuban rum, only a third of it gone. She’d found a store back in Madrid that imported her favorite brand and she’d been so incredibly happy to have a little bit of home with her on her travels.  “I don’t actually have glasses in here. And you’re still dirty.” She pointed out as she moved to place the bottle on the dresser across from her bed. The last part could certainly be considered a bit of a double entendre. “I have a robe you could borrow? If you don’t want to make the far trek to your room. And I’ve never been above drinking from the bottle.”

                    Thumbs running over the soft material of the towels, her attention is focused on anything but what her hands are doing -- the woman’s back is what captures her first and foremost, blue eyes rolling down onto her ass WITHOUT shame as Iza pulls out a bottle of unknown alcohol to the French woman. Not that she’s complaining, anything but. ‘’You think I’m dirty?’’ She dismisses the towels easily on the cupboard near the door, feeling bold enough to approach the other as she’s met her before. This wasn’t their first time interacting, and recognizing that smirk on her face from anywhere, sparks Lucinda’s ability to let go of her more naive side -- especially with the day she’s had. ‘’I think you’re the one with the dirty mouth, maybe it’s you who needs a wash,’’ she reaches out to undo her hair of the elastic that’s keeping it together in a neat bun, letting red waves fall down like a waterfall. ‘’What do you suggest? Maybe bring that bottle in there?’’ she says as she points to the bathroom, a smirk building on her features, ‘’have some fun?’’

[lucyvalcourt]

ADA, darling !!

Ada was currently locked onto a game she was playing on her phone. She didn’t look up as she replied. “Au bout du couloir et à gauche.” Speaking multipe languages was not a sign of Ada being smart, she was not smart. She’d just been taught several from an early age to be good at her job. Beating the level she was on she finally looked up and arched an eyebrow. “You’re going to want to treat that before you put it in to wash, lass.” 

                    As the fellow redhead didn’t even bother to look at her, guilt crept through her veins for even bothering her -- this wasn’t the conversation she thought she’d have after asking for help. But when the reply came in French, her eyebrows shot up in slight SURPRISE. That was a first, that someone actually replied to her in French and she noticed how obvious her accent and lack of vocabulary was when it came to English. Plus the nerves that still swam around in her chest. Affecting her worse than she thought. ‘’Oui -- I know that. It’s why I asked for help in first place,’’ she voices - feeling like she’d get in trouble with the producers if she continued the conversation in English. ‘’Well, I’ll be on my way then..’’

[lucyvalcourt]

IZABELLA, darling !!

Izabella was coming to her room from an evening walk - she’d explored a bit more of their surroundings and had stopped into the sweetest little cafe for some coffee and a scone. As she rounded the corner of the hallway - she stopped when she noticed the other woman. The string of curses was amusing for a moment, but then Iza took pity on the poor soul. “A towel?” She questioned when their eyes finally met. “Here, take one from my room. Housekeeping just came this morning.” She moved past Lucy and opened the door. “Here come on in,” Her side of the room was a bit messy and she stepped over a small pile of clothes on her way toward the bathroom but she emerged moments later with two fluffy white towels.” You look like you need a drink. Or twelve.”

                    For a second the redhead thought she was hearing her own voice echoing, until blue -- darkened by the hallway -- eyes fell onto the figure that approached her. A woman she’s met before, kitchen girl she called her mentally, obviously not saying that out loud. ‘’Housekeeping came in your room and not in mine? Ridicule,’’ she shook her head, rolling her eyes with it, trying to keep herself from cursing any further. It wasn’t good for her REPUTATION, as the cameras were always rolling, she reminded herself. ‘’Your roommate okay with that-- oh she not here,’’ she supposed, not entirely sure until Iza returned from the bathroom - there was no other girl than the one she was facing. A smile tugging at her lips, she cannot refuse the kindness that she’s receiving. ‘’Towels and a drink? You’re a dreamgirl,’’ manicured hands come to rest upon the other’s, lingering them there. Considering the proposal for a drink for a moment, until she turns to close the other’s door and click it back in its lock, ‘’after the day I had, I need at least three -- and who am I to turn down such perfect offer?’’