send us to perfect places

all of our heroes fading now i can't stand to be alone let's go to p e r f e c t p l a c e s

[michellecviola-blog]

eastwoodriley‌:

   “ Me too. ” Riley rolled her eyes with an endearing, yet guilty grin on her lips. It was almost a sigh, but one that lightened the air around you. It was true though, the kitchen was the first room she had felt comfort in, and had found herself in more than any of the other rooms. “Other than the kitchen though, I don’t know if I’d really be good for anything else you may need– if I tried, we would just be lost in circles.” The girl laughed. Riley was a little too trusting with new people. It was the innocence in her that hadn’t quite been broken yet. Before Michelle could object, or make movements on her own, the blond was already sliding two mugs off of a rack, and making movements to brew some coffee. “Sounds perfect right about now.” This time, her sigh was more tired sounding. The girl had been up all night with a plethora of neon highlighters sketching out her next week plan at work. Being a Production Assistant was tedious and most of the time, Riley just felt like her body was on auto pilot- too much going on around her. “Don’t feel like you need to sit and have your coffee with me,” oh god, now she was awkward in her nerves. Did that come out wrong…? “I just mean,” needing correction, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, plus sometimes I can get nervous and not know what to say….. but if you don’t mind that… then you’re more than welcome to join me… I can share my peanut butter too — your own spoon too of course,” okay. Stop. Too far. 

michelle let out a playful laugh when riley agreed with her. “the kitchen is an essential place to know for regular meals but also a midnight snack or two.” she smiled widely, food was always the one thing michelle could talk about. if she didn’t become a detective, she would’ve been a chef. “that’s no problem hun, i hope i can figure it out sooner or later.” she said in her thick new york accent. she watched the girl already bring down two mugs, glad that she was already getting the chance to get to know someone. she noticed the slight change in her, knowing all too well what sleep deprivation sounded like. “long night?” she asked curiously before finding the pantry and getting the coffee out. as she poured the ground coffee into the maker, she listened to riley and turned to look at her with a confused look. “it’s okay, i asked you if you wanted to have a cup with me. plus, i intruded on your peanut butter time so it’d be rude of me to kick you out.” she grinned, giving the blonde a wink and a chuckle. “i understand where you’re getting out, doll. don’t worry i will get my own spoon if you’re up for sharing.”

[michellecviola-blog]

eastwoodriley‌:

   Even though it wasn’t consciously discovered, the two already had something in common- this was the first time for both of them being out of the country. Riley’s mother was always coddling her through the years of her life, and her mother abides by whatever wants and discipline he wanted for Riley. It didn’t leave much adventure for the blond, not until college, and even then, she felt timid and somewhat scared when she moved to New York. Her life had seemingly taken big leaps, ones Riley wasn’t sure she was prepared for. 

  “Oh heyyy. “ Why. Why was she always caught with a spoonful of peanut butter in her mouth. Was this the impression everyone was going to have on her–peanut butter girl. She supposed there were worse things to be known for. Sliding from the stool, Riley took the spoon out of her mouth and set it cooly on the napkin. “Ah, a newbie.” She was sounding much more intact than how she actually felt. Truth be told, she was nervous. Michelle would know if she touched her hand and felt a somewhat clammy gather in the palm of her hands. Why did girls make her feel this way… oh wait… duh. “I’m Riley, —this place can get a little labyrinth- like, and it’s easy to get lost… I guess that’s why I stick to the kitchen most of the time…. can I get you anything? If you just traveled you must be exhausted…or hungry…”

michelle let out a soft giggle once the woman turned around to reveal that she had some peanut butter on a spoon in her mouth. it was cute and michelle would be lying if she said that she had never been in that situation before. she watched as the girl hopped down from her barstool, feeling safe enough to take a few more steps into the kitchen. michelle was always cautious, came with the territory of being a detective, but this girl seemed harmless enough. “yes i just arrived not too long ago actually. this is probably the first room that i actually know for certain where it is.” she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “nice to meet you riley. yeah, i’ve noticed but i’ll get through it eventually. uh, i’m a little tired so i came in here for some coffee if you’d like to have a cup too?”

[michellecviola-blog]

yangminji‌:

Min-ji was cooking a very simple Korean meal, one that always reminded her of home…brought her back and calmed whatever nerves she was having from being so far away from home for so long. Most of the time she was fine with it–but occasionally….she just missed her home. Today was one of those days. She smiled, glancing up from her kimchi to look at the other. “Hey.” She said. “No no–not at all. Just making some kimchi.” she said with a smile. “It’s fine, I’m pretty new here too honestly. So uh–hi. Want some kimchi?”

michelle could smell the delicious aroma filling the air once she was in the room longer than a second. it was a great smell, kind of reminded her of some restaurants in new york. she took a few steps closer, glad that the woman wasn’t too preoccupied. “oh. well, welcome to london darling. even though i haven’t even been here for a week.” she chuckled, making her way to the coffee machine. “really? i’d actually love to if you don’t mind. i love trying new foods.” she smiled brightly.

[11-15-11]

[michellecviola-blog]

esperanzafuentes‌:

sitting on the counter was a terrible habit that esperanza carried from childhood, she thought that living with other women would crush any temptation she might have but nope, old habits die hard. with her glasses low on the bridge of her nose, she sipped her coffee reading the local newspaper. it wasn’t the times but it would do, she’d been making do with it for months. her train of thought was broken when the other came into the room and es could only offer a warm smile. “hey, there! no, no, you’re good. i’m just catching up with a lil’ bit of news. michelle, it’s a pleasure–– i’m esperanza. welcome to the madhouse.” she greeted brightly, setting her paper to the side and outstretched her hand to the newbie.

“oh good, anything exciting in there?” michelle asked as she walked towards the coffeemaker. “lovely to meet you too, esperanza. that’s a very beautiful name.” she complimented the woman as she shook her hand gently. “thank you, i still have to get used to being here but it doesn’t seem too bad so far.”

[michellecviola-blog]

this was a whole new step for michelle, seeing as though she had never been out of the country. being in a brand new place with strangers was not something she did often, but that’s what she was trying to change. she needed to be more spontaneous and give people a chance. that’s what she thought when she walked into the kitchen and saw one of the women that was already on the show standing there. “oh hi,” she said softly, hoping to not startle them. “i was just coming in for a cup of coffee i hope i’m not intruding or anything.” she spoke, furrowing her brow at her own words because there was really no one else in the room. “sorry i’m new here and i haven’t really met anybody yet so, hi i’m michelle.”

[onscreenkisses]

Lorde - “Perfect Places”

Let’s kiss and then take off our clothes.

[daphnekiuger]