𝘈 𝘏𝘐𝘋𝘋𝘌𝘕 𝘎𝘌𝘔

my  life  can  get  crazy  i  deal  with  shit  on  the  daily  but  baby  i'm  thinking  maybe  we  could  agree  to  work  it  out  like  this.  i  need  you  to  give  me  your  time,  i  need  you  to  not  want  to  be  mine.  are  you  down  to  be  a  distraction,  but  not  distract  me  ?

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                                𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄  𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐎  /  𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐀

name : melanie  aquino  /  nicknames :  mel  +  melli  /  age  : 34   /  pronouns  : she + they  /  sexuality  : bisexual  biromantic  /  birthday  : march 19th  /   stature :  five  feet  eight  inches  /  zodiac  sign :  pisces   /   occupation  :  manager  at  the  golden  lyre  /  residency  :  labyrinth  apartments  /  pet ( s )  :   teacup pig, bubbles and beta fish hydra  /  deity  :  algaea  /  status :   goddess of beauty, splendor, glory and adornment  /  ability  :  being able to tell if food or a plant is inedible with just a glance, an enhanced sense of smell

please  note  that  the  following  blurb  will  have  the  following  triggers  :  broken  bones, .  please  be  caution  when  reading.

when  you  were  four,  you  were  the  first  to  climb  to  the  top  of  the  jungle  gym  to  spread  your  arms  and  laugh  into  the  wind.  when  you  fell  and  broke  your  arm,  you  were  confused.  you  never  cried,  never  fussed   ——  the  confusion  of  being  on  top  of  the  world  and  then  suddenly  coming  down  hurting  you  more  so  than  anything  else.  your  parents  always  said  that  you  came  and  went  like  the  tides  or  the  wind.  as  soon  as  you  had  an  interest  in  one  thing,  it  came  and  went  just  as  quickly.  you  wanted  to  be  a  butterfly,  a  mermaid,  a  dolphin  and  were  forever  confused  when  you  were  told  that  no,  you  couldn’t  be.  no,  you  couldn’t  fly.  no,  that  was  impossible.  people  told  you  you  would  grow  out  of  it  and  you  make  sure  you  never  would,  and  never  did.  you  pursued  the  most  outrageously  fun  career  that  you  could  think  of,  marine  biology  at  griffiths  university.  you  became  your  version  of  a  mermaid,  learning  about  the  undersea  life  and  how  to  protect  and  take  care  of  them,  helping  to  restore  the  coral  reefs  until,  the  fun  stopped.  it  turned  into  papers,  lectures,  discussions  of  why  something  couldn’t  happen,  impossibilities  that  no  one  dreamt  could  ever  become  true.

so  you  left.

why  to  magnetic  island  ?  who  knows.  you  went  to  some  other  places  beforehand  but  never  thought  to  settle  down  there.  at  magnetic  though,  you  met  someone.  someone  that  seemed  to  dream  just  as  big  as  you  did,  never  dictating  what  could  be  impossible,  never  putting  rigid  structures  and  rules  in  place.  someone  that  made  it  easy  to  be  yourself,  and  understood.  it  was  perfect,  and  then,  it  wasn’t.  you’re  almost  certain  it  was  because  of  you.  your  unwillingness  to  be  held  in  place,  your  confusion  about  how  to  even  try  to  be,  and  be  content  with  it.  your  job  as  a  manager  at  the  golden  lyre  has  been  the  only  constant  since  you  arrived  on  magnetic,  and  you’re  happy  with  that.  

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𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐧 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

“hmm.” he began, his fingers tapping on his chin slightly at her words. “well…. i’m a rather classical music kinda guy but lately i’ve been dipping into the heavy metal and rock genre. sometimes…. those songs just speak to you.” he nodded his head slowly as if listening to a song right now in his head. “and the way they can use a violin to make beautiful chords in such a heavy genre…. beautiful.”

mel  wasn’t  a  big  classical  or  heavy  metal  person  themselves,  preferring  blue  noise  than  anything  else,  but  she  nodded  along  anyways  before  pointing  towards  the  heavy  metal  section  near  the  back  of  the  shop.  “  there’s  a  lot  of  heavy  metal  back  there  !  i  think  we  just  got  some  more  black  sabbath  and  iron  maiden,  and  of  course,  we  keep  a  lot  of  acdc.  depending  on  what  you  want,  i  can  help  you  look  for  some  stuff.  i  just  moved  things  around.  ” 

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

—

    If someone had asked Harrison five years ago where he saw himself in five years. The answer definitely wouldn’t have been ‘standing at a drive-in concession in Australia talking about nostalgic sweets’. Nevertheless, he was enjoying the sweet wistfulness of childhood memories. “Swedish Fish are the fuckin’ bomb, dude,” Harrison exclaimed, he had never met anyone who actually liked Swedish Fish. At most, they thought they were a mediocre candy choice, “and Dippin’ Dots were a staple for a zoo trip growing up. Not getting them would be like… I don’t know… not wearing a bathing suit to swim.” He never had been good at coming up with similes or metaphors, but in this case, the simile was right on, depending on how you took it. 

“Okay, yeah, deal,” Harrison agreed excitedly, “I have a couple of boxes at home I could spare for sure, there’s no way I can eat 5 boxes of ‘em.” In reality, he probably could eat 5 boxes of Cookie Dough Bites, but when you make a new friend, it’s always polite to share any spoils. Plus, he didn’t want her to know that he was low-key a sweet-tooth guy.

a  grin  spread  mel’s  cheeks  as  they  nodded  in  agreement.  “  they  are,  but  there’s  no  way  that  they  aren’t  plastic.  they  taste  like  chemically  flavored  plastic  with  a  bit  of  chewiness,  but  definitely  still  plastic.  ”  as  rare  as  it  was  for  mel  to  indulge  in  things  that  weren’t  organic,  but  sweets,  especially  chewy  sweets,  had  always  been  their  absolute  weakness.  “  dippin  dots  are  so  good,  i  don’t  know  why  people  act  like  they  hate  them  so  much.  plus,  they’re  so  small  and  you  can  get  them  in  that  cute  little  baggie  !  maybe  we  should  try  to  get  them  here  at  koala  kingdom . . . .  ”  mel  trailed  off,  already  thinking  about  who  it  was  that  she  would  have  to  talk  to  to  get  that  to  happen.  “  cause  you’re  right  .  .  .  kinda  !  lots  of  people  go  swimming  without  bathing  suits.  ”  normally  in  private,  but  it  still  happened.

“  you  have  five  boxes  ?  you  got  yourself  a  stash  for  sure.  did  you  get  them  off  of  amazon  or  something,  or  did  you  have  to  order  them  directly  from  the  company  ?  ”  mel  was  hoping  that  it  was  the  former  rather  than  the  later,  given  that  meant  that  she  could  probably  have  them  in  less  than  72  hours.

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𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

“Honestly, beats me. It’s probably some romanticism about the way a truck can get you the hell out of some shitty town, but then the next verse is always about lovin’ your hometown. I stopped trying to make sense of it a while back,” Bellamy said, voice laced with a small chuckle as he shook his head. He often thought that maybe, just maybe, he missed home but what that word was suppose to mean had never been Alabama. He wasn’t sure he even knew what the concept was, only what it wasn’t.

He looked over at the sections she referred to, trying to see what belonged in that category and compare it to the music overhead. It was a bit of a far cry, but he agreed with their claim that it didn’t belong in just one area or another. 

“The last thing I wanna think about is home,” Bellamy scoffed. “And this doesn’t make me think about it. Send it my way.”

while  it  was  still  a  bit  of  a  confusing  concept  for  melanie  to  understand,  they  still  simply  nodded  at  bellamy’s  words.  she’d  never  been  one  for  cars  in  the  first  place,  especially  not  any  of  the  big  gas  guzzlers  like  they  believed  trucks  to  be.  “  you  know,  i  guess  i  can  understand  being  sentimental  about  something  that  gets  you  out  of  a  place  that  you  don’t  want  be  in.  ”  melanie  had  enough  wanderlust  that  it  was  something  she  understood  without  a  shadow  of  a  doubt.  “  why  don’t  you  want  to  think  about  home  ?  ”  not  that  mel’s  home  was  necessarily  far  from  magnetic,  but  she  still  thought  about  it  with  echoes  of  nostalgia  and  desires  to  go  back  and  visit  whenever  she  worked  up  enough  courage  to  deal  with  her  parents  asking  why  she  wouldn’t  move  back.  “  i’ll  send  it  to  you  !  i  think  there’s  probably  a  couple  of  other  things  that  you’d  like  a  lot  over  on  that  side,  and  in  the  new  bins.  ”  mel  pointed  towards  the  right  side  of  the  store,  closers  to  what  could  be  considered  indie  and  the  classics.

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𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗  ››  𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

his last appointment was a no show, and with the studio handled ralph decided to take a rare early finish.   he’d been out of sorts, but FINALLY felt like he was coming around —- his skin was cooler now, less hot-blooded …   literally.  ralph felt almost fatigued, and without the energy to socialise or return home and tinker on his bike… he headed out to the smooth-rocky shoreline where the broken stone lay; where the cooling breeze off the ocean rolled over his skin and ruffled his hair felt wonderful.  noticing a figure as he approached the natural structure, he hoped that he wasn’t about to come across some people shagging out in public.  again.   it seemed to happen a lot to ralph, much to his displeasure —-  but it was evidently one person, and he was pretty sure he knew them; at least somewhat, “if you don’t have pants on, this is a perfect time to do it!” he called out on a teasing chuckle, with caution born of experience.

          it  was  a  constant  on  magnetic  island  for  someone  to  see  melanie  roaming,  either  with  their  pet  pig  or  on  their  bike,  voice  loud  as  they  sang  along  to  whatever  was  playing  through  their  ear  buds,  and  today  was  no  different  --  other  unusual  silence.  she  was  typically  only  quite  when  she  was  up  to  something,  whether  good  or  bad,  and  this  particular  day  found  melanie  with  a  canvas  in  her  lap  with  pastels  of  all  colors  scattered  around  her.  one  of  her  hands  was  sketching  lightly  over  the  slowly  filling  canvas,  the  other  holding  it  steady  as  they  occasionally  looked  down,  then  back  out  over  the  path.  “  do  you  normally  not  wear  pants  when  you  walk  around  ?  ”  melanie  called  back,  brows  pulling  together  for  a  moment  as  she  leaned  back  enough  to  see  who  was  talking  to  her,  before  straightening  back  upright.  “  i  didn’t  know  that  you  were  a  nudist,  ralph.  ”  not  that  melanie  could  really  talk,  considering  that  half  of  the  time  she  didn’t  have  on  shoes,  and  practically  never  wore  socks.  “  you  might  not  want  to  try  that  out  here,  some  of  these  plants  aren’t  skin  friendly.  ”

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

lilac  was  on  break,  her  shop  not  too  far  from  the  golden  lyre  and  the  enchanting  manager  her  eyes  had  spied  a  few  times  and  spoken  with  a  handful,  perhaps  lilac  wasn’t  a  collector  of  records  but  a  pretty  flower…  well,  that  came  in  all  forms  to  the  florist.  there  was  a  vibrant  orange  gerbera  in  her  fingertips,  plucked  from  the  bunch  last  minute  as  she  decided  to  make  her  way  to  the  musical  mecca  of  the  island.  when  she  entered,  the  bell  above  her  tinkled  and  she  was  pleased  to  see  them  behind  the  counter,  “no  trouble,”  she  replied  back,  approaching  a  selection  of  newly  released  albums  and  hovered  her  fingertips  over  some  of  the  copies  as  she  considered  them.    after  a  moment  she  plucked  an  adele  album  from  the  racks,  having  planned  to  by  the  album  online  anyway,  and  headed  over  to  the  counter.

“afternoon  mel,”  lilac  said,  “just  this  please,”  she  slid  the  album  onto  the  counter,  with  the  $20  note  atop  it  that  she  had  already  plucked  from  her  wallet.   then  raised  the  flower  into  sight  and  offered  it  to  them —    “and  this…  is  for  you  —  it  seemed  a  shame  that  there  was  only  one  bright  flower  in  this  place,”  lilac  winked,  laughing  a  little  as  she  tossed  her  long  hair  over  her  shoulder,  adding  with  a  softened  smile  but  no  less  playful  flirtation  on  HER  part;  “but  regardless,  it  seemed  fitting  for  you…  orange  gerberas  symbolise,  among  other  things,  enthusiasm,  warmth  and  energy.”

melanie  had  seen  lilac  around  enough  that  it  didn’t  have  them  scrolling  faster,  in  fact,  having  her  want  to  find  the  perfect  song  for  the  aura  she  felt  that  lilac  gave  off.  melanie  tried  to  do  that  for  everyone  that  came in,  unless  of  course,  there  were  too  many  people  inside  at  once  or  she  didn’t  know  them  well  enough.  with  something  chosen  and  beginning  to  play  softly  in  the  background,  melanie  sat  up  and  dropped  to  the  ground  just  in  time  for  lilac  to  walk  over  with  her  album.  “  hi  lilac  !  you  look  nice  today,  how’re  you  ?  ”  melanie  chirped  back  in  greeting  instantly,  then  looking  down  to  the  album  of  choice,  and  missing  the  flower  until  she  heard  lilac  address  them  again.  instantly,  their  gaze  was  drawn  to  the  brightly  colored  gift,  a  huge  smile  creasing  her  cheeks.  “  this  is  so  beautiful  !  it’s  for  me  ?  ”  melanie  confirmed  before  reaching  out  to  take  it  gently,  moving  her hair  back  to  place  the  flower  right  behind  her  left  ear.  

there  was  a  moment’s  pause  as  melanie  took  in  the  meaning,  another  slow  grin  spreading  across  their  features.  “  thanks,  lilac  !  this  is . . . this  has  made  me  so  happy  !  ”  never  one  for  normal  societal  norms  or  boundaries,  mel  came  around  the  counter  to  wrap  their  arms  around  lilac  in  a  grateful  hug.  “  did  you  grow  this  ?  do  you  grow  all  of  your  flowers  ?  ”  she  asked  as  she  pulled  away.

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is melanie happy with their career? do they ever wonder about anything else?

mel  has  already  done  the  formal  academia  route,  and  works  at  the  golden  lyre  because  it’s  the  exact  opposite  of  her  previous  job.  they  could  likely  school  anyone  on  a  variety  of  topics  ranging  from  medicine  to  the  environment,  and  they’re  happy  to  do  so  with  anyone  who  has  an  open  mind,  but  no.  they  don’t  ever  wonder  about  another  career  because  they’ve  been  there  and  done  that.

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

—

Harrison knew the face Mel was making, it was the same face he many made when reminiscing back to “the good old days”, it was important to do every once and a while. “Yeah, fruity candy hits different at drive-ins for sure,” Harrison agreed with a giggle of his own, “oh gosh, like ring-pops! Those things always taste like plastic.” For some reason, Harrison was just now noticing that children always gravitate towards the novelty candies that either taste like plastic or have plastic in them. “Between you and me, I ordered them online from the US, because I couldn’t find any here,” he lowered his voice, leaning in slightly as if it were some conspiracy against the Commonwealth of Australia, “if you don’t tell anyone where I got them, I might let ya come over and share some with me during the movie.” 

“  no,  not  ring  pops  !  ”  when  was  the  last  time  she’d  had  a  ring  pop  ?  it  had  to  have  been  while  mel  had  still  be  in  school  on  a  visit  to  the  states.  “  like  the  swedish  fish  !  ring  pops  were  so  good  !  ”  then  again,  perhaps  they  had  only  been  good  because  they  were  new  and  exciting  to  them.  “  or  like  those  dippin  dots,  you  know  that  ice  cream  that  they  said  was  freeze  dried  and  what  the  astronauts  ate,  ”  they  chuckled  realizing  now  how  ridiculous  that  sounded.   their  eyes  widened,  leaning  in  also  to  hear  him  better  as  if  it  was  some  deep  dark  secret  that  could  get  them  into  trouble.  “  you  know,  i  should’ve  thought  of  that.  i’ll  have  to  see  if  i  can  get  some  other  candy  ordered  in  so  i  can  have  a  stash.  i  absolutely  promise  not  to  tell  anyone  else,  and  i’ll  share  with  you  when  my  candy  comes  in.  deal  ?  ”

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Hypothetically, if mel was on a date, what kinds of things would make her want a second date?

she’s  someone  that  doesn’t  really  like  the  status  quo  and  absolutely  hates  feeling  like  she’s  tied  down.  a  second  date  for  her  would  have  to  mean  that  the  first  felt  like  it  was  informal,  and  wasn’t  stuffy.  fancy  restaurants  and  things  like  that  don’t  impress  them  so  if  someone  took  her  to  the  drive  in,  went  looking  for  truffles  with  her,  helped  her  navigate  the  sea  turtles  to  the  sea   ——  it’s  obscure  things  that  impress  her.

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𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.

“Bold of you to assume that,” Bellamy said. “I grew up in Alabama in the states. That’s all there was growing up but I did make a point of turning away from country roads and people serenading their trucks once I got out. A few songs, though… They do help when I’m a little too far gone and homesick.”

He’d taught himself out of his accent early on, some part of him feeling that his voice had influences imposed on it rather than being built by his surroundings. By the time he was in the military, it was gone and replaced by something much more plain. Since living on Magnetic Island, there were some moments where the local accent claimed his tone but it did that for all of them, he believed. 

“I didn’t think you’d be leaning towards country, though.”

while  they’d  heard  of  various  states  in  the  united  states,  of  course,  melanie  had  only  been  a  couple  of  times  and  she’d  been  in  california  for  the  duration  of  her  few  stays.  “  is  that  what  people  say  is  the  south  ?  why  were  they  serenading  their  trucks  ?  did  they  know  that  they  couldn’t  date   them . . . or  that  transformers  isn’t  real  ?  ”  the  nuance  was  completely  lost  on  her,  blinking  at  bellamy  in  confusion.  they  couldn’t  really  picture  what  he’d  said,  nor  understand  why  they’d  even  want  to  do  that  in  the  first  place,  but  whatever  made  their  boat  float.  “  you  know  how  people  try  to  label  things  ?  ”  she  asked,  placing  her  phone  next  to  her  on  the  counter,  “  it’s  the  same  thing  with  this  artist.  her  work  is  put  into  the  country  genre,  but  i  wouldn’t  really  consider  it  that.  she’s  no  carrie  underwood,  but  she’s  not  really  indie  either  so  ——  they  had  to  come  up  with  something.  ”  all  the  more  reason  why  melanie  hated  labels  and  pigeon  hole -  ing  things  and  people  into  a  category.  “  i  can  send  you  more  of  her  stuff  if  you  want,  so  you  can  listen  when  you’re  homesick.  ” 

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how much of their past lives does mel know about? or have a feeing about?

mel  doesn’t  know  anything  about  their  past  lives.  she  just  accepts  that  there  are  things  that  can’t  be  explained,  and  that’s  okay.  they  don’t  have  any  desire  to  go  looking  for  answers  to  explain  the  unknown,  they  like  for  it  to  stay  that  way.

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SHAY MITCHELL Photoshoot for “Cacharel Parfums” - 2021

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                𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐀  :  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

aglaea, is the goddess of beauty, splendor, glory, magnificence, and adornment. she is the youngest of the charites according to hesiod. aglaea is one of three daughters of zeus and  the oceanid eurynome. her two sisters are euphrosyne, the goddess of joy or mirth, and thalia, the goddess of festivity and rich banquets. together they are known as the charities in greek mythology or the gratiae in roman mythology, and they were responsible for overseeing all feasts and dances. they were part of the retinue of aphrodite with aglaea sometimes acting as her messenger, and she is known as the wife of hephaestus following his divorce from aphrodite.

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How do you feel about Sage and Zahid hooking up?

“  why  would  i  feel  any  way  about  it  ?  other  people’s  relationships  and  things  that  they  do  with  each  other,  don’t  have  anything  to  do  with  me.  ”  // @sirenfather, @scgey

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𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

she   enters   with   rooted   hesitancy   steps   slow   and   cautious,   bell   singing   at   her   entry.   music   thrums   almost   concealing   her   entrance.   a   notion   she’s   near   thankful   for   but   at   the   others   announcement   cover   is   blown.   glancing   to   her   she   begins   to   nod   but   stops   herself   realizing   the   other   is   too   occupied   with   her   phone.   

lifting   her   hand   she   pulls   thick   curls   over   onto   one   shoulder.   a   output   of   anxiety.   trying….   attempting….   to   funnel   her   nerves.   pink   lips   lightly   sheened   with   a   clear   gloss   quirk.   “   its   okay.   no   rush.   i’ve   actually   got   it.   ”   clearing   her   throat   after   spoken   words   the   moves   further   forward   to   the   equipment   section.   hopefully   she’d   heard   her   over   the   thrumming   music.   voicelessly   hoping   other   customers   might   enter   to   steal   the   others   attention.   reaching   up   fingertips   skim   over   plastic   packaging,   searching   through   her   options.   *

they  wouldn’t  have  heard  megan  if  the  current  song  playing  hadn’t  tapered  out  in  that  moment,  another  filling  the  moments  of  silence  shortly  after.  even  with  her  words,  mel  dropped  down  from  her  perch  to  make  her  way  over to  megan  slowly,  enough  so  that  she  would  have  time  to  browse  before  melanie  asked  any  questions.  there  were  a  lot  of  things  that  melanie  felt  shouldn’t  be  interrupted,  and  music  was  one  of  them.  if  it  wasn’t  in  the  job  description  to  still  have  to  ask  and  lend  their  help,  melanie  would’ve  just  left  megan  to  her  own  devices,  but  as  it  was,  she  did  have  to.  “  are  you  looking  for  anything  specific  ?  i  just  moved  some  stuff  around,  so  it  might  not  be  in  its  usual  spot.  ”

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𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

Tahlia had always adored the dusty, chaotic interiors of record shops. No matter where she lived, record shops seemed to stay the same, to welcome her with open arms like the home she’d always wanted, plastic lining instead of picket fences. This week has been long ; exhaustion stops her from waltzing through town with her typical boisterous laughter, has kept her from Club Bacchae, even. It’s all she can do to make it to work on time and avoid falling asleep at the computer overnight. The Golden Lyre, she’s sure, will help. Melanie’s voice floats across the air as Tahlia wanders in, already brushing her fingers across a stack of records as her eyes adjust to the light. “I’ll be here.” She calls back, half-heartedly. “Probably.” 

it  seemed  like  everyone  that  came  in  was  more  subdued  than  usual,  and  while  melanie  would’ve  loved  to  say  it  was  because  of  the  atmosphere  of  the  music  store,  they  doubted  it.  so  many  people  had  been  restless  and  antsy  that  it  had  even  affected  melanie,  and  they  were almost  happy  that  it  was  the  opposite  end  of  the  spectrum  this  time.  mel  scrolled  then  clicked,  something  upbeat  but  still  soothing  starting  to  play  as  they  swung  themselves  off  of  the  counter  to  move  towards  where  tahlia  was  standing.  “  looking  for  anything  specific  ?  we  have  some  new  stuff  too  if  you  want  to  look  through  the  boxes.  ”

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞.​

—

The woman he had bumped into was very apologetic, though it was clearly his fault. Harrison immediately beamed a smile toward her to let her know that it was no sweat. “It’s not a big deal, no need to pay,” He shrugged off the lost candy with a laugh, “funnily enough I bought ‘em to try to revive a little childhood magic, and I can’t say I’m disappointed. I mean half of them ended up on the floor when I was a kid too.” He remembered that most movie trips with his father ended in him staying behind in the theater cleaning as much of his mess as he could. “Between you and me, I have a box of cookie dough bites in the car, so I’m set.” He reassured her that there were no hard feelings. “So, is this your first time seeing Wolf Creek, or are you an avid fan, coming back for more?”

melanie  giggled  softly,  the  nostalgia  kicking  in.  it  was  the  reason  why  they  frequented  the  drive  in,  trying  to  capture  memories  from  their  childhood  and  how  it  had  felt  to  be  in  that  moment.  “  me  too,  but  with  skittles  and  that  candy  that  tasted  like  plastic  but  for  whatever  reason,  was  still  good.  ”  if  they’d  served  those  too,  mel  would’ve  gotten  them  for  that  exact  reason  too.  “  you  have  cookie  dough  bites  ?!  where  did  you  get  those  ?  i  love  cookie  dough  !  ”  she  was  going  to  have  to  go  and  buy  a  ton  of  packs  for  the  next  time  she  came.  “  i’ve  seen  it  before,  a  bunch  of  time,  honestly.  i  wouldn’t  really  say  that  i’m  an  avid  fan  of  the  movie,  but  more  of  the  movies  in  general.  i  just  like  the  atmosphere  and  the  popcorn,  and  memories,  i  guess.  what  about  you  ?  ”