chimney falls and lovers blaze, thought that i was y o u n g. now i’ve freezing hands and bloodless veins as n u m b as i’ve become. i’m so tired. i wish i was the m o o n tonight. last night i dreamt i’d forgotten my name cause i sold my soul but i woke just the same. i’m so l o n e l y. i wish i was the moon tonight.
kingsley turns her head as the other and locks eyes with the beautiful woman, she’s struck by how exotic she looks. she’s gorgeous. a small nod comes from her, “lost her” was all she said. there was no context behind her answer, but she also hoped the other would understand what she meant.
there are two ways to lose a wife: death and divorce. something told nadia it wasn’t the latter. “ i’m sorry. ” she said simply and sincerely. “ is that why you’re here? ” she probably understood more than most. granted, losing your mom and losing your wife are very different things, but in either case, the loss of the main woman in your life can make you do things a little out of the ordinary.
kingsley keeps her eyes on the water, the way it sparkled was a sight to see. “and what’s that reason, exactly?” her eyebrow quirks as she turns her head to look at the other woman. “i’ve never been on a vacation before except when i got married back in new york city. i’m not much of a traveler, so this is all pretty new to me.”
“ it’s only a matter of time before reality finds you. it always does. ” nadia smiled, bittersweetly, and finally turned to face the woman. she was struck by her eyes - the sincerity in them. it wasn’t a quality she’d seen much of since arriving in the bahamas. “ you were married? ” another anomaly.
“ CONGRATS. ” a dry expression due to her own lack of surprise. “ you have witnessed the daily morning spill of my coffee. ” lydia may have been embarrassed by such clumsy actions but … this was ….HABITUAL. unfortunately. - patting her hand against the fabric of her shirt, she’d be reluctant to change… there was no hurry … she’d most likely spill again. “ you’d be shocked at the ratio of coffee that actually is consumed compared to what gets tossed on me….or on the floor …” now the corners of her mouth were breaking into an almost pathetic grin. this purely was the woman in natural form, fully accepted of her flaws. here she was 2020, unapologetic for herself.
“ would you like some of mine? ” a sympathetic grin, nadia held out her trusty thermos, “ made it myself. ” because, of course, nadia brought her french press with her. “ can’t promise you won’t spill, but we can try and see what happens. you understand though, if you break my thermos, i’ll have to kill you. ” anytime nadia attempted to make a joke, it always came out less jovial than intended - the side effects of a naturally intense vibe - and this instance was no exception.
“it’s beautiful, isn’t it.” kingsley says, not even making eye contact with the other as she sat in the sand, cigarette resting between her pointer and middle finger, as she looks out at the water. the sun was setting so it looked beautiful on the still water. “if i didn’t have to run my bar back home, i’d stay here forever.” she takes a drag of her cigarette.
she was used to the water, boston was one of the usa’s oldest port cities after all. but this kind of view...well, “ it’s like a painting. something the impressionists would be inspired by. ” the sun’s rays dotted the waves like a monet. “ you might think that now, but there’s a reason vacations only last so long. ” escapism was fine in small doses, dangerous when lived in - nadia learned the hard way.
Mara walked around the hotel she felt a bit lost. She always had difficulties getting into holidays and that is what she tried to see this as. A long holiday, alone, without anyone she knew. Luckily she was quite good at pretending to feel more assured than how she felt. When she saw someone else standing there alone she walked up to them, “Excuse me. Could you tell me where everyone is? It’s so quiet in here.” A little too quiet, she was afraid that she had missed something important, something where she was supposed to be.
“ honestly, i have no idea. maybe if we’re lucky, they all left. ” she’d like that. well, some of the cast could stay, but nadia could do without the cameras everywhere. “ kidding... i, uh, think i heard something about limbo? personally, not my thing. i’d rather not start this whole “journey” by throwing out my back. ” she was 1% joking, 99% serious.
mattie was on her way to her room. with a bottle of rum and a pack of smokes for later, she was set for the evening. she had no intention of being around anyone as the numbers ticked away and each floor became one closer to her own. though, the elevator seemed to have other plans for her. the immediate jar was nothing that alarmed her but the second one well– she admittedly felt some panic in the pit of her stomach. and then it stopped entirely. despite feeling somewhat anxious, she sat down on the carpet. she knew people would get to them when they did. haphazardly, she twisted the lid and took a big swig of some really strong alcohol. “oh, wow,” she quipped, shaking her head. “that’s good shit. you want some? might take the nerves away…”
no windows, clearly the door wouldn’t open...maybe the ceiling pops out like in those movies? the scenarios ran through nadia’s brain - too fast to catch one that’d work. for now, it appeared, they were stuck, fate in the hands of some hotel employee. “ huh? ” preoccupied, she’d forgotten about the other person trapped in there. “ sorry...yes. yes. i would love some. ” in order to prevent a panic attack, nadia figured some alcohol wouldn’t hurt. she sat down and shot back a decent amount before handing it back. “ got any more? ” if she weren’t doubting her decision to come to the bahamas before, she most certainly was now.
“hey there. can i borrow your hand for a minute?” god, they seriously hoped that didn’t sound as creepy to her as it did to them. it wasn’t meant to be an unsettling question, truly. they were painting, of course. specifically, they were attempting to recreate an almost completely destroyed painting that was part of a set. since the original piece was too far gone to restore, and the set wasn’t worth enough to try, saint opted to create an acknowledged forgery on behalf of her client. since it was near impossible to continue her regular work here, especially since her business partner came along, they had opted to bring this as a project to satisfy their creative itch. unfortunately though, they were stuck. the original painting, a feminine hand holding a large bouquet tied in a silk ribbon, had been too damaged along the hand for any sort of reference, and saint needed a new model.
her hands were as precious to her as a dancer’s legs. in front of an orchestra, they were the extension of her soul. that being said, nadia’s brow furrowed at the request, hesitant to give her hand to some random person whose motives were unclear. “ why do you need to borrow my hand? is there something wrong with yours? ”
☆✧ sarah shahi, 37, cis female, she/her ⋙ keep the cameras focused, nadia turani has just arrived !! she is originally from boston, massachusetts, and in everyday life she works as a conductor. she likes to describe herself as dedicated & intelligent, but we’ve heard she can be rather stubborn & closed-off. when asked, her aesthetics are neatly ironed suits, forgotten pinky promises, and the sun rising over mountainpeaks. we can already tell nadia is going to be a great addition to the cast !! [ rose, 24, she/they, est ]
about rose
hey hey!!! i’m so excited to be here!! haven’t been in a group in a hella long time bc life is busy, but this one seems chill and gay so i’m #in
est, 24, she/they (i really dgaf about my pronouns tbh?? like i’m comfy with she or they so feel free to use whichever or switch em around whatever u want!)
i’m a teacher
hella gay???
very Tired but happy to be here <3333
if u wanna plot, hmu on discord cause i’ll be more responsive there! but if u dont have discord, that’s okay!!! u can hmu here! i’ll just be a little slower
about nadia
37, she/her, from boston
she was the chief conductor and music director of the boston symphony orchestra before her mom died and she basically had an existential crisis and is now here after a friend submitted her info and she decided to go for it
slightly regretting her decision rn
grew up in boston with a shit dad but an angel mother. as a kid, she promised herself that she’d never have to rely on anyone
was always that Responsible and Serious kid, but there also used to be a light in nadia that’s dimmed since her mom died
is a big fan of things being the way she wants them to be. she’s used to being in charge, and it’s hard for her to Let Go
lately it’s only when she’s had a few drinks that she’s able to loosen up
has a cat at home, clara (schumann), that’s staying with her cousin while she’s gone
Huge fan of the great british bake off, amateur home baker - you know she likes you when she gives you something she’s made
also a fan of all things cozy - even tho they’re in the bahamas, nadia brought at least three fluffy blankets to wrap herself in
always known she’s gay (lesbian bb), but it took her awhile to actually start dating women. she was in her mid-20s when she had her first girlfriend who she was with for six years
i have more i can write, but we can always write the precise details later??? who has the time to read thru it all rn am i right
thanks for reading!!!!!! if ur interested in plotting hmu! i’m also so down for chemistry and seeing what happens!! time to go reply to starters good dayasldjkh <3333
Alondra de la Parra
Alondra de la Parra (born October 31, 1980) is a Mexican American conductor and the current Music Director of the Queensland Symphony Orchestra, the first female principal conductor of an Australian symphony orchestra. De la Parra is also an official Cultural Ambassador of Mexico.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
