her eyes and words are so icy

oh, but she burns like rum on the fire. (odette armstrong. 25. athlete.)

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ireland-wood:

“Excuse me, Frank is such a daddy,” Ireland argued, keeping her tone dead serious for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles. “I am totally joking, oh my god. I felt sinful just saying that, but, it was worth it to see the fucking look on your face.”

“Stop,” Odette giggled, trying to hide her grin. “He’s totally not. I can’t see how Laurel is in love with him - she’s gorgeous, and he’s an ugly asshole. She should get with, like, Michaela or Wes. I mean, maybe not Wes, since his poor girlfriend just died, but definitely Michaela.”

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ireland-wood:

“Honestly, I don’t know how Leonardo Dicaprio and I haven’t dated yet. We’re clearly made for each other,” she toyed with her sunglasses, before her eyes flickered back to the girl. “Although, lately, I’ve also been super into that guy from How To Get Away With Murder. Alfie Enoch, I think? A fucking babe.”

“Clearly,” Odette agreed with a little smile, pulling at the strap of her bathing suit for a moment before her eyes met Ireland’s again. “Alfie? He’s adorable,” she gushed, grinning widely. “He’s so talented, too. That pretty much describes everyone from that show - gorgeous and talented. I mean, Karla Souza? Aja Naomi King? Katie Findlay? I would cry if I ever got to meet any of them.” She let out a soft laugh. “The guys on that show are pretty cute, too. Except for Frank and his ugly beard.” 

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“I’d want to meet Leonardo Dicaprio, I think. Spend a wild, romantic weekend on his yacht. Something like that,” she laughed softly, taking a sip of her Voss water. “He goes for tall blondes, so, I have that shit on lock basically.”

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“Ooh, he’s cute.” Dipping her feet back into the cool water of the pool, she grinned. “Not my type, but cute nevertheless. And rich as fuck - not that you need a sugar daddy or anything, being as rich as you are.” Her cheeks flushing, she fiddled with a strand of her hair. “I’d say that you’re a bit young for him, but I’m pretty sure that his current girlfriend is around your age, so you’ve got a good chance when he breaks up with her. I’ll be rooting for you,” she said jokingly. “You two would make a very attractive couple, so, even just aesthetic-wise, I’d be all over it.”

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“Truly,” Ireland laughed softly, running a hand through her blonde hair. “And her speaking voice is so calming. I feel like listening to her speak is one of the greatest things someone can experience.” Ireland reached for her Voss water, taking a large gulp of it. “If you could meet any celebrity, who would it be?”

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“I could probably fall asleep to a recording of Beyonce just speaking,” Odette confessed, a wide grin spreading across her fair face. “It’s just that soothing. Who would I meet? Hmm, probably Lupita Nyong’o. She’s so beautiful - and talented, too. And apparently really sweet.” Blushing, Odette fiddled with a strand of her hair. “I would ask you, too, but you’ve probably met almost everyone there is to meet.”

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“Well, not to brag, but, I’ve met Beyonce,” she laughed softly, closing the magazine and setting it down beside her. “It was transcendent, honestly. I almost cried. I didn’t feel worthy of her presence. Listening to her speak is like hearing God speak to you. I felt deeply enlightened.”

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Odette’s fair eyebrows shot up at Ireland’s confession, and she couldn’t help but lean into the willowy blonde, exclaiming, “Holy shit, you met Beyonce? You’re so lucky. She’s amazing. I would probably faint if I was even in the same building as that goddess of a woman. I envy you so much right now. I bet she looked super gorgeous - then again, she always looks amazing. It’s one of her countless assets.”

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“Actually, I’ve unfortunately never had the pleasure of meeting her. I also have to admire her beauty from afar. Not from quite as afar as you, but, afar none the less.” she sighed, twirling some hair around her perfectly manicured nail. “Well, you’ll probably get to meet her once you make the Olympic team.”

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“How tragic,” Odette replied sympathetically, although a little smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips. “I’m sure you’ve met tons of other celebrities, though. Tell me about them.” Her bare feet skimming the surface of the pool, she added, “Oh, God, I hope so. She’s like an Amazonian goddess, I swear.”

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“How clueless do you think I am? Of course I know who Laverne Cox is! I love her! She’s so beautiful,” Ireland tossed some blonde hair over her shoulder, leaning forward to address Odette. “She is honestly my style goals. Love her. Love everything about her.”

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“Isn’t she?” Odette gushed, grinning widely at Ireland. “She’s talented and gorgeous. I love her so much, honestly.” Running a hand through her hair, she continued, “Of course, being you, you’ve probably met her already while I am forced to admire her beauty from afar.”

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“Suit yourself,” Ireland yawned dramatically, continuing to flip through the pages.”I’m glad they’re shitting all over Kylie Jenner. She looked like a hot mess. Her sister is so much prettier, I think. What do you think?” She looked back over at the other girl, an eyebrow raised inquisitively.

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“That entire family just stresses me out, honestly,” Odette confessed, stretching out her tanned legs and smiling blithely. “I could care less about the whole family - or, like, half of Hollywood, honestly. I just like Laverne Cox. That’s pretty much it.” Dipping her feet into the pool, she added, “I don’t know if you’ve heard of her, but she was at Fashion Week. She’s from Orange is the New Black.”

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“Yeah, I do, don’t I?” Ireland smiled, grabbing the other magazine and flipping immediately to page 32. She hugged the magazine close to her, a wide smile on her face. “Thank the fashion magazine gods for using a good picture of me in this one!” She giggled, leaning forward and kissing the magazine, leaving a lipstick stain on it. “Here. You can keep this as a little souvenir.”

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Odette was hoping to see a joking expression on Ireland’s face, yet what she saw was a completely sincere expression. Bursting into a fit of laughter, she covered her hand with her mouth. “Holy shit,” she whispered, fighting back the urge to roll around giggling. “You’re really sweet, blondie, but you can keep the magazine. I’m good,” she managed through laughs.

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“My boobs did look pretty spectacular, didn’t they?” Ireland grinned, admiring herself — or, rather, the tiny magazine version of her — and tracing her fingers over the praise she received. “Ugh, they caught me from my worst angle there..” She complained, not quite sure if she was complaining to herself or Odette. “The dress saves it though. The dress is amazing.”

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“Yeah, not to be brash or anything, but they totally did.” Her face flushing, she lowered her head, hoping Ireland wouldn’t notice. Of course she won’t. She’s far too busy obsessing over herself. Letting a small smile surface, she took off her swimming cap and goggles, gathering her hair up in a loose ponytail. “Shut up, you look like an angel,” Ireland insisted, grinning widely and returning to her bag, pulling out one of the classier magazines she had leafed through on the flight and tossing it to Odette. “Yeah, the dress was really nice - and probably cost just as much as my monthly rent.” Winking at the other woman, she added, “You’re on page 32 in that one.”

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Applying another layer of gloss to her perfect pout, Ireland continued to skim through her magazine, barely taking her eyes off of it to talk back to the swimmer girl. “Honesty is truly the best policy. That’s what I always say.” She pulled her hair out of it’s ponytail, shaking her straight blonde locks free. 

Her eyes widened when the other girl mentioned her dress at Fashion Week, and she went from casually flipping through her gossip rag to tearing through it once again, searching for any mention of her and her gorgeous dress. “Thanks, thanks..” 

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“You looking for the Fashion Week article?” Odette questioned, darting an eyebrow up. “It’s on page 55. You’re there with Kristen Stewart and Emma Watson in the front row. They had a lot of comments on how spectacular your boobs looked in that dress, by the way.” She couldn't help but roll her eyes, doing another lap before popping up for air and adding, “Not that your boobs didn’t look great, because they totally did.” On the tedious plane flight here, she had paged through several magazines, including the one in Ireland’s hands, and nearly all of them had gushed over Ireland’s dress.

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With another overdrawn sigh, she pushed he sunglasses up to the crown of her head. “Oh, yeah, you’re, like, training for the Olympics or something. No wonder you’ve got those fugly goggles on.” She rolled her eyes, standing up before strutting towards a nearby lounge chair. Sitting down on the chair, and stretching out her long legs, Ireland let out yet another sigh.

She supposed this girl had technically not done anything wrong. There was, indeed, no sign on the door that said the pool was reserved for Ireland, nor was there any rules that explicitly stated that you had to let Ireland do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. It just seemed like common knowledge. She didn’t like the way this girl condescended to her, almost as if they were equals. “Don’t let me bother you,” she proclaimed as she went back to flipping through her magazine.

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Odette couldn’t help but laugh at the blunt comment, slipping her goggles on and diving beneath the water, swimming to the other side in record time and hoping desperately that she could pull this off again at the competition tomorrow. Coming up for air, she adjusted her swim cap before calling, “You’re honest, aren’t you? Never one to mince words.” Flashing her a bright white grin, she headed back to the other side, torn between doing another lap and ogling the truly gorgeous blonde.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, you’re not bothering me at all,” she responded, slipping into a more pleasant mood and resisting the urge to wink at Ireland. “Oh, and by the way, cute dress at Fashion Week. The media’s all over it.” Diving beneath the water, she wasn’t certain that she wanted to hear Ireland’s response.

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Despite having a myriad of vacation homes  — as well as one of the most decadent mansions in the contiguous united states — Ireland found the most solace in booking the executive suite at her family’s nicest hotels. She wasn’t sure why she found so much more comfort in a place crowded with people — people much less wealthy than herself — that offered a continental breakfast. Perhaps it was the extravagance of it all, or perhaps all the people intrigued her. These people knew who she was, and they respected — or perhaps, feared — her because of that. This was her kingdom, and she was the queen. 

She was taking a Sharpay Evans style dip in the pool — which was to say, she was barely in the pool at all — while catching up on the latest gossip magazines. She normally avoided that trash at all costs. She was above those people, why should she care whether they thought Jennifer Lawrence had love handles? She didn’t, but, she did care about what they thought about her. Or rather, how their thoughts about her were affecting the public’s view of her. She had just made a public appearance at Fashion Week, and she had to see if she had made the Best Dressed or Worst Dressed. 

She was startled when another woman spoke to her. Nobody had come in all day, with fear that they would disturb her. Clearly, this girl was new. “Uh, yeah, I guess it’s no problem,” she sighed overdramatically, pulling her feet out of the pool. “I guess my family owns other pools.”

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The moment Odette laid eyes upon the slender blonde, she was feeling an air of haughtiness coming from her. From her designer bikini to her flawlessly manicured fingernails, she was all plastic beauty and old money, and Odette didn’t like it one bit. Pressing her fingernails to her temple and taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to hear what the blonde had to say as she stretched out her arms and legs, ready to lower herself into the pristine and cool swimming pool.

God, her fucking family owned this extravagant place? She had to be joking. Lowering herself into the pool and sighing softly as the crystal-clear water seemed to envelop her, she rested her chin against the palm of her hand. “Oh, so you’re that girl. Ireland Wood. Gorgeous, pretentious, hoity-toity heiress. Nice to meet you, Ireland. I doubt you’ve heard of me, but I’m Odette Armstrong.”

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Odette had never been the type to linger or delay, never truly having the time to and being forced to rush from one thing to the next, but the beauty of her little room at this hotel almost made her forget that she was staying here for a competition, not simply for a quick getaway. Stretching out her long legs and yawning, she rested her head against the fluffy pillow for a moment. Her flight had been impossibly long, and she had spent the whole time watching so many dumb chick flicks that her mind was filled with inspirational quotes and sweet little scenes and not what she needed to remember for the competition. Resting for a few moments more before placing two bare feet on the rug below her, she fetched a dark blue bathing suit from her suitcase and shed her clothes, pulling the swimsuit on before grabbing a pair of goggles and a swimming cap and rushing towards the elevator, nearly forgetting her flip-flops in her hurry.

When she strolled towards the pool, she was dismayed to lay eyes upon a lithe blonde dipping her feet in the pool as she read a magazine. Quickly scanning the area to make sure that nobody else was there, she walked towards the other woman, goggles swinging with each step.

“Hey there,” she said once, getting no response yet still continuing. “Not to be rude or anything, but I kind of need to train for a competition in here, so could you just move to a chair or something?”

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