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[margauxlehrer]

hazeljhnsn‌:

Large gatherings like this had never been Hazel’s scene. She much preferred to keep her company small. Her coworkers had convinced her to make an appearance at the festival, claiming that she couldn’t spend another weekend in bed throwing herself a pity party. So there she stood at the festival feeling more out of place by the minute. Hazel walked aimlessly around the booths, stopping occasionally to buy something for her daughter ( and forcefully pushing away thoughts of items that reminded her of her ex ). She was just leaving a booth when a stranger stepped on her foot. Hazel hissed through her teeth, stepping back. “It’s— it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, this place is crowded. Oh, yeah. You sure did, mate. I’m going to have to find a therapist to work through the pain you just caused me!” A teasing smile played on her lips. “Y’alright?”

Margaux nodded in reply but knew it wasn’t exactly a good excuse for her behavior. Lots of places were crowded, but it didn’t mean she should be less careful as to where she was going. “Well be sure to send me the bill,” the blonde laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder delicately to get it out of her face. “Oh, I’m fine, I should be asking you that,” she insisted with a sincere smile. “Can I buy you a cup of hot cider, to make up for horrible pain I caused?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her, nodding toward the direction she’d been heading and the cider stand.

[margauxlehrer]

vic-hernandez‌:

The hard apple cider wasn’t doing much for Victor, who still felt just as on edge as he had been upon exiting the maze. He hated that the sight of the man who used to be one of his best friends, and a man who he still very much considered to be one, could do this to him. He couldn’t help but feel that it was him himself who was the problem. What kind of best friend was he if he couldn’t be happy that the person his roommate loves wants to be with him again? But the other part of him, the one that wasn’t hurt because of his own feelings for Cooper, knew how this went. How it always went. And when Milo decided that he was bored of Seattle and wanted to go back to the fast paced lifestyle of New York, he would be left behind and devastated, once again. They’d been through this before.

The hard apple cider wasn’t doing much, but it did taste pretty good, and the time spent in line gave Victor time to calm down without having to put on a face. He’d just turned around, eyes wandering over the crowd, when sudden pressure in his foot had him jerking back. Ow. His gaze immediately found the apologizing woman, and then her shoes, and the pain suddenly made sense.

“…I could say the same to you.” Though it’d certainly hurt, the pain was a dull one, and he couldn’t help but laugh lightly, gesturing to the heels. “Those aren’t killing you?”

It was in those moments she found herself in large crowds that the big city girl within her came out. The part of her she tried so hard to say goodbye to when she got to Seattle, believing it would have been easier that way to adjust and even come to love their new home. Something she never would have been 

Margaux laughed, her gaze returning to her feet once more for a moment. Heels had been her go-to since she was only a teenager having found a sort of instant gratification in the extra inches they provided her. Despite already having long legs. And after years of intense pointe work she could literally wear heels on a walk in the park and be as comfortable as if she’d been wearing flats. She waved a manicured hand dismissively, turning her blue eyes back on him. “Ehh, dancer’s feet are resilient,” she explained a smile returning to her lips. “Heels have nothing on pointe shoes.”

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pipersantiago‌:

The rosy shade that was quickly tinting Margaux’s fair cheeks only made Piper more victorious. “Look at you blushing! Oh yeah, you have it bad for me. You probably think about me all the time, don’t you? Do all the love songs on the radio remind you of ‘lil ‘ol me?” Piper grinned widely. A roll of her eyes was earned when the blonde mentioned her ex-husband hearing. “Honey, please. When has that ever stopped me? I’ll flirt with you in front of his face. Let him see that I can make you blush by barely even trying. Just think of the reactions that I could get with you if I gave you all of my attention,” she hummed. Piper slowly raised an eyebrow at her best friend. “But you probably would explode from just the thought of it.”

The teasing manner dropped as soon as the conversation settled on more serious matters. Piper honestly couldn’t imagine what Margaux was going through. She had never come close to being married and certainly not close to having any children of her own. “I’m really sorry, babe. You know I’m always here if you need to talk, right? Or better yet: I’m always here to get you drunk and stoned,” she winked. “You must be looking forward to seeing them, though. It must be so hard to not see them every day.” Piper nodded her head quickly. “Yep, sure do! Got ten minutes left on my shift. Why? Are you coming to steal me away, princess?”

She reached over the booth to gently shove the other’s shoulder, unable to do anything about stopping the color from intensifying. And the fact Piper had pointed it out did make it that much brighter on her pale complexion. “I’d tell you about the dream I had last night, but I think it would only make you blush,” the blonde winked playfully, pulling away from her a little and straightening her back out once more. Piper’s lack of concern for what her husband thought was refreshing and incredibly unsettling all at the same time. “That’s one fight I never wanna see happen,” she replied quickly, knowing it would be inevitable in such a circumstance. “Especially since I think you’d win,” Margaux laughed, a wicked little smile pulling at her painted lips. 

Margaux nodded sharply, her lips pulling into a tight line as things seemed to take a rather grim turn, her thoughts following suit. “Of course, and I’m sure in the next few months there will plenty of girls nights where you’re gonna hear me do nothing but talk. Or scream. Same difference.” She laughed waving a hand dismissively. Margaux shrugged a little, ”I don’t think it’s gonna really hit me until we’re living in different places, ya know? I still get tuck them in every night and wake them up in the morning, but it’s not gonna last.” She blinked rapidly, clearing away and tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids. “I just need to not think about that—not right now!” The blonde said after another moment, this time some real energy in her tone. She’d learned in time the only way to keep herself from getting dragged down by her dark and unwanted thoughts was to keep busy. And to spend time with other people, preferable ones who made her feel good. And recently there had been nobody better at it than Piper. “Unless you’ve got other plans I’m unaware of?” She questioned with a singular raised brow, almost as if to inquire into her love life without actually inquiring at all. 

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kensingtonarcher‌:

As the day wore on, the feeling of being utterly alone started to overcome Kenzie, seemingly out of nowhere. All of the happy couples wandering around together, the families smiling and enjoying the day together, everything culminating with Kenzie being struck forcefully with the realization that she was there alone. It had been six months now since her split with her ex-wife and though she was starting to think less and less about it, there were days where it was all consuming in her mind. Days, unfortunately, like the one she was having today. It should have been enjoyable, wandering around the festival with the joyous atmosphere, but the thought that it would have been completely different if she had her ex there wouldn’t let up.

Lost completely in her thoughts, Kenzie didn’t even notice the other woman crowding in next to her until she felt the sharp pain in her foot of someone else stepping onto the sole of her shoe. Wincing deeply, Kenzie took a quick step away, shaking her foot out a bit to help bring blood flow to the area. “Oof, y’know, not sure if I’ll ever be able to walk again, actually,” she chuckled back, smiling through the momentary pain. Luckily, it hadn’t been the heel of the shoe stomping through her foot, or it could have been a very different story. Kenzie wasn’t terribly bothered by it all, assuming that it was all just an accident. Stooping down to rub her foot again, Kenzie let her head tilt upwards towards the other woman, a more sincere smile curling at her lips then. “Those are some monstrous shoes to be walking around in, though, shit. Really could take someone out if you needed to.” 

Margaux smiled weakly in return, another apology already forming on her lips, “I’m sorry, I just seemed to have such a one-tracked mind today,” she explained still unable to shake the feeling of embarrassment set in as the crows continued to move around them, some even huffing at how they stopped in the middle of the walkway. The dancer found herself for a moment, more concerned with them then she ought to be. She gazed down to her feel absentmindedly, the flush returning to her face. “Oh, being in these is like second nature to me now.” One of the more important lessons she learned while being a rowdy teenager in New York City, it was how to run in a pair of designer heels. Whether it was through Grand Central to catch the last train of the night or down a sidewalk in Midtown to make it their favorite pizza place before it closed. She also, unfortunately, broke most of those heels she’d learned to run in. “I suppose you can never be too careful though,” she mused with a small smirk, no doubt in her mind they could make quite the weapon.

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ethankams‌:

“Alright, here’s some cash — you text me at noon to let me know where you are. We clear?” Ethan handed the fourteen-year-old a crisp twenty dollar bill, eyebrows arched as he watched Matti run off toward the corn maze with a couple of his friends. He was starting to think he’d never get used to letting his son go off on his own, but at least it gave him the opportunity to do his own thing; whatever that was supposed to be when he wasn’t running around the emergency room. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned the person beside him. “You know where I can find myself a decent drink around here? Not one of them crap hard apple ciders that’ve been watered down with a bucket of ice.”

Margaux felt a little lost, not that she didn’t know where she was, only that she didn’t quite know what to do with herself next. The festival didn’t quite hold as much interest when she didn’t have any children to wrangle. She didn’t like the feeling of being without her daughters, but it was something she’d have to get used to one day, now seemed as good a time as any to start. 

She paused for a moment, her crystal gaze scanning the crowd for a moment as she tried to decide on exactly what she wanted to do. An unfamiliar voice pulled her attention away from the task at hand and a wry smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not the hard cider that’s the issue,” she defended a blonde eyebrow arching. “It’s the ice." The blonde folded her slender arms in front of her chest, fighting off the urge to smile. “Ask a little nicer and I’d be happy to show you the tent that was serving shots,” Margaux winked, her smile finally breaking through. 

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[margauxlehrer]

While Margaux had never been much for animals beyond the usual domesticated dog or cat, she couldn’t deny the critters at the petting zoo were incredibly cute. Albeit, incredibly smelly, there was something about the faces of the sheep that made her heart melt. She watched her daughters run from one make-shift pen to the next, petting the farm animals eagerly and offering them small handfuls of the feed she’d purchased beforehand. 

Imogen shrieked as the goat's tongue made contact with her small outstretched palm and the two ran away from the pen, giggling incessantly. The sight of her children enjoying themselves so, seeing them as carefree as she hoped they be throughout the divorce proceeding warmed her and brought the slightest of smiles to her lips. 

Without much thought, Margaux approached the sheep’s pen and stuck one of her manicured hands hesitantly in. One of the white balls of fluff came trodding over only a moment later and brushed up against her hand. She resisted the urge to pull away and instead let her fingers sink into the creatures wool. It was soft, warm, and the action brought a genuine smile to her face. She looked to the person beside her, her face still lit up as her fingers worked through the wool, “I really don’t see why we can have petting zoo here every weekend.” // @milocallum

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charles-clark‌:

stefslena‌:

I just want things between us to be clean.

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