❝ — hm, right,” nic commented, with a raised eyebrow. he’d watched the girl struggle to reach the cereal, inevitably knocking over the surrounding boxes. (not that he was staring at her…honest.) “i’m sure they did, i got jumped by a bag of chips in aisle 11.” despite his sarcastic remark, he knelt down to help her pick up boxes. as he did so, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d met this girl before — something about her was familiar. “hey, um…” he began, gathering another box of cereal in his hands. “have we met before?” nicolas asked, not realizing that it sounded like a pick-up line.
the softest shade of rose tinges her cheeks at the sound of his voice, chills trickling down her spine. bright green eyes slide from the fallen cereal boxes to the familiar figure kneeling beside her, and a soft laugh slips from full lips at his lighthearted teasing. “i’ve heard the doritos really know how to kick ass.” her comment is just as lightheartedly sarcastic as his own, the smile spreading across her lips proof of that. she then kneels to pick up a few of the boxes as well, glancing at him again when she stands.
her head tilts to the side ever so slightly, and she takes a moment to really look at him. to take in the features of his face, the angle of his posture, the color of his hair. and then her eyes meet his own, and she remembers.
it had been a quiet, rainy day in london when they’d met. she’d been leaving tesco when they’d first bumped into one another, a small exchange of apologies before going on with their lives. she’d noticed it then -- that hidden sadness in his gaze. and then a few days later, when they’d found each other in the same coffee shop again, she’d seen it there too. running into him hadn’t felt like anything then, but here they were, running into one another yet again on a completely different ground, and something in julietta’s chest told her that she was supposed to know who this man was.
a small smile, soft as a summer sunset, plays at her lips and she places the boxes back on the shelf before fully turning to face him. “once upon a dream, maybe.”
bash felt a little guilty when he realized that he might’ve scared the other with his sudden voice and movement. but he was thankful and let out a sigh of relief once he saw her smile. he mulled over the question for a bit, because he wasn’t sure which genre he would say is his favorite. if he were being honest, he loved reading scripts because it was in a language that made sense to him and he could easily break down the character’s. but he felt like it was time for something new. “hm…well i guess that’s hard to say, considering there are so many genres and i’d probably like all of them. but right now, i think i’m in the mood for a fiction book that will make me feel better about the world. like an uplifting and inspirational story.”
“uplifting and inspirational ...” she ponders this for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in thought. she’s read quite a few books in her time, but most of the fictional stories she’d read didn’t always have the most ‘feel better about the world’ vibe that this kid seemed to be going for. “i think the best title i can come up with for that is the sun is also a star ? it’s pretty uplifting by the end, if i’m remembering correctly.” it was also just a damn good love story. “most fiction writers these days seem to enjoy the whole ‘doom is upon us, end of days’ type storyline.”
Sofia shook her head, a smirk coming across her face, “Or the curse of being small got the better of you,” she suggested as she laughed, running over to help her friend stack the boxes back on the shelf, “Trust me, it gets the better of me all the time. So… which one are you getting that I will eventually mooch off of?”
julietta noticeably brightens at the sound of sofia’s voice, that same warmth as always spreading like honey in her chest. she could never possibly even begin to explain that feeling to anyone -- hell, it hardly even made sense to her, but there was something about the other woman that left julietta feeling whole. “me ? small ? please,” she huffs, waving a hand. sure, she may have been somewhere in the range of five foot two, but that didn’t mean she was small. “i was reaching for the cinnamon toast crunch ... and i guess half the kellogs brand decided it wanted to come with me instead.”
Nodding slightly she followed the other, Esme was great at listening however like now her gaze wandered taking everything in, like a kid at an amusement park. Simple mundane things seemed enhanced on that island, beauty speaking on a new level. “Yes - I arrived a few days ago.”
“well, welcome to kaos !” she exclaims, stopping directly in front of the fruit stand. “you said you were looking for strawberries and bananas, right ?” julietta asks, glancing over her shoulder at esme, an eyebrow raised in question.
bash was still slightly new to the island, but he was already falling in love with it. when he had free time, he would go on walks and try to explore the city. find new places, new people, new foods. he was on one of those walks when he happened upon a book store he had never gone into. he had been meaning to get back into reading, as he fell off due to his work schedule, so he figured now was the perfect opportunity to go in and see what was available. he entered the bookstore, a slight skip in his step as was normal for the jovial boy and made his way to the bookshelves. he noticed someone else there and turned to them. “have any good book recommendations?”
hazel hues attentively gaze upon books far older than she, fingertips grazing the delicate spines with a gentleness that she wasn’t even aware she could possess. oh, how she loves books. some of her favorite moments are when she’s able to pick up a book and step outside, basking under the sun in her gardens. she pulls an old school shakespeare off of the shelf, only just opening it before another voice startles her out of her mini trance. she glances up, eyes alert as they fall upon sebastian, a smile gracing her features. “well, that depends ! what genres do you prefer ?”
“god dammit,” julietta huffs, straining on her tip toes to reach the box of cinnamon toast crunch that she’s been craving all week. “fucking– oh !” she gasps loudly as her balance shifts, flailing hand knocking over not one, not two, but nearly a dozen different boxes of cereals. her eyes hurriedly search the aisle to see if anyone had witnessed the mess she’d made, groaning when she saw someone at the other end. “i..uh…it’s not what it looks like ? i swear, they just…fell.”
Taking a moment before she took the hand. “Hello - again.” Nodding with a smile, despite the admission she kept her smile. How could you not in such a peaceful place, for a second she was going to protest but the other seemed to already know what she was thinking. “That would be great thank you - my names Esme by the way.” Figuring it was better to not be strangers to someone helping her.
“just follow me, it’s right down this way.” her smile softens, comparable to that of a summer sunset, and she steps out from behind her stall so that she can start down the cobblestone pathway to the fruit stand. “are you new here ?”
chamomile — what’s something that always comforts you?
a curious gleam twinkles within hazel hues at the presented question, and juietta is left to ponder for a moment or two. “hmm …” her lips press tightly together and she hums in concentration, before an easy smile soon relaxes those muscles. “oh ! i have this sweater – i know, i know, it’s a total cliche. a ‘comfy’ article of clothing bringing comfort. go figure, right ? but this sweater – okay, listen, grace had a lot of phases in the 20 years i lived with her. for like … three months she picked up knitting, and she made me this huge sweater that wasn’t right in a few proportions but … it’s my favorite piece of clothing ever, and it makes me feel better whenever i wear it.”
thyme — have you ever done something brave?
“do you count punching someone in the face for picking on somebody else brave ? asking for a friend.”
Food suddenly seemed essential on her list, not wanting to eat out every day while she stayed. Esme wandered the lesser known parts of the island till she spotted the market, it seemed welcoming and color palette large. The idea she was thinking of such… particular things causing a laugh as she approached one of the stands. “Hello - do you have strawberries? Probably a silly question no bananas are sold here right?”
the faint tip-tap-tip-tap of approaching footsteps are heard, and immediately, julietta is whirling in place, a bright smile lighting up her fairy-like features. “hi there !” she offers a hand in greeting, a soft laugh following her words. “i don’t have strawberries at this particular stand, but if you walk just a bit down that way, a lovely young lady sets up a fruit stall here ! i can show you, if you’d like ?” her eyebrows raise in question, and she gestures in the general area of where the fruit stand in mention was. “it wouldn’t be any trouble, i promise.”
✧･ﾟ( demeter + ana de armas + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( julietta “juliet / jj” montesino ) around ? ( she ) has been in kaos for ( six years ). the ( twenty six year old ) is a/an ( gardener / owner of the local farmers marker ) from ( new york, USA ). people say they can be ( overbearing ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( nurturing ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( the smell of ozone after rainfall, the way the sunlight trickles between the trees, the feeling of dewy grass beneath bare feet ). ･ﾟ✧ ( penned by lou, 20, est, she/her ).
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holy hades ... me, finally doing my intro ??? how sexy is that man ....
ANYWAYS hello!! my name is louise, or lou, whichever u prefer. i’m twenty years old and i live in florida ( and yes, florida men are real. i saw one walking a raccoon on a leash a few months ago ) and i live and breathe all things greek mythology. it’s actually what i specialize in at school !!! it’s my favorite subject EVERRRRR.
the character i am playing is named julietta montesino, but she mainly goes by juliet or jay or jj. she’s twenty six years old, grew up in the upper east side of new york, and is the demeter skeleton !!! now i know what you’re thinking -- demeter, coming from a city ?? how does that make sense ??? honestly, it really doesnt !! but my whole idea was that she was a source of life in the midst of urbanization. cheesy, i know, but in my head it kinda worked, y’feel me ???
below are some bullet points about her childhood !! i’ll explain a bit more below them but for now ~
originally born in madrid, spain to two teen parents that simply weren’t ready to have a child. she was only in the system for a little less than a year before grace and dean montesino, older upper east side socialites ( think gossip girl ) brought the girl home.
they brought her back to their main home in east hampton, new york, and that is where she grew up.
she was given just about everything she could have ever asked for, and still she had yet to grow a spoiled bone in her body.
went to a private school in the upper east side and was universally liked by both students and teachers
by the age of 20, both grace and dean montesino had passed away of old age ( as they were both well into their 70s when they had initially taken her in ) and from that she inherited their fortune, alongside their vacation home that was on kaos.
she’s lived there for six years now, and since moving to the island, she has started up a cute little farmers market that runs during the week and for a few hours on the weekends. she sells fresh produce there and allows people to set up stands and vendor stalls and such.
so !!! she was adopted by an elderly couple that hadn’t been able to have children of their own. they truly wanted someone to be able to carry on their family name and their legacy, and so, they decided to adopt a child into their home, despite having been well into their late 60s and early 70s. juliet blossomed in their household, and despite everything that she inherited, she never once let it get to her head. she’s very humble, and very generous and nurturing and truly just the most Mom friend you could ever have.
but be warned. she has a temper. big demeter temper. very much “hey i’ll fucking stop shit from growing until my daughter is returned” level temper. i think i mention that again in her headcanon section, but it’s a very big part of her personality. she’s usually a pretty patient and kind person, but if you push and push and push and end up crossing that line, it’ll be hard to once again earn your spot in her life. she has a petty streak, and is often times very overbearing and overprotective and, well, smothering. but know that she always has the best intentions, even if sometimes the best intentions lead to the worst scenarios.
and now, my favorite part. headcanons.
she has 5 reptiles. a ball python named Ellie ( bc demeters sacred animal is a serpent hehe ), two leopard geckos - castor & pollux, a bearded dragon named eragon, and a panther chameleon named pascal !
she has vacation homes all over the world that she inherited from grace and dean. one in Monaco, one in Italy, one in Bali, and one in London.
went to collage and studied botany!!!
has such a green thumb
SHE ALSO HAS CHICKENS !!!!! their names are Dennis and Jerry and Brad and Kenny, and they provide eggs that she sells at her little farmers market that she runs on the island
her favorite color is midnight blue
she has a few tattoos but they’re small and easily hidden
she also has a septum piercing but keeps it flipped up most of the time
is an absolute mom friend
literally like always has snacks in her bag for the friends she knows that get hangry, always has tissues and a shoulder available to cry on, is more than willing to always step away from what she’s doing in order to be there for someone
but she’s also very overbearing with a lot of her friends and she doesn’t mean to be but ,,,, she can be a little smothering sometimes
and by sometimes I mean all the time
as in she’s the type to grab a tissue and start wiping someone’s nose for them like “ugh you look so sick here let me–” cue the invasion of personal space
but she does it out of love I swear
people just need to remind her of boundaries sometimes
she also has a wicked temper. very “I’ll stop the growth of everything until you return my daughter hades” level temper. it’s a mama’s temper. u kno…scary shit my dudes
loves to wear sundresses. she’s got so many different kinds
also a big Stan of leggings and big t-shirts. she definitely does not dress as if she has millions in the bank
she spends most of her time in her backyard bc its …. really pretty
if you would like to plot, please please please like this and i’ll be happy to come to you for any plots at all !!! thank you for reading this mess ERIKBJFND.
