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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 – 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺.
[ parhel1c ] is a dependent multi-muse blog for willowglenhq. lovingly penned by min. 29, gmt, any pronouns. currently home to two muses:
lewyn whitney. thirty one, he/him, wrangler at canyon valley ranch. tosin cole.
george kinnear. thirty six, she/they, owner of the ivey. elizabeth debicki.
WHO: Anyone! WHERE: Outside Frank's or any other establishment that makes sense!
Needing a moment of fresh air and a break from all the poor attempts at subtle glances his way, he cursed himself for coming back here. He had enough funds to go and do his own thing, but what that exactly was...Grayson had no fucking clue. The Morgan name was a hefty one to carry, and with it came pros and cons. For some unfortunate reason, he only ever had the negatives attached to his name as if he was cursed from the womb for his own father's folly. His name was great with all the accolades that came with his career, and now he was the poor Morgan boy who threw it all away. "Hey...long time no see. How's it going?"
☆ coffee cup in hand, he's in such a rush that he almost misses the familiar face, enticed to stop only by the tone he recognised from bygone days. “ gray! what're you doin' here? ” lewyn had an aversion to the news that some could describe as ‘ ignorant ’, but he just didn't have a lot of time these days to sit down and keep up – besides, one of his siblings usually kept him up to date. “ you visitin' your old man? ––damn it, mama said i shouldn't call him that. ”
gaze squints at the familiar face , left hand raised in a lazy wave . “ that's bullshit and you know it , ” huff escapes lips , tugging into a grin . clark wastes no time bringing lewyn into a warm embrace . head tilts as he pulls away , “ are any named after me ? ” half joking , but mostly serious .
☆ a loud ‘ hah! ’ precedes his low, hearty laugh as clark pulls him in for the embrace, lewyn clapping his hand onto the other's back in a show of whitney hospitality he'd learned from his father. “ mm, all of ‘em? you got sweet lips over there, and then pretty boy… can’t forget about ol' brown eyes. ” flutters his lashes. “ the ladies love ol' brown eyes. ”
ethan laughed lightly. he was so horrible at these games, it was common knowledge by everyone in town. even though he participated in sports for most of his life, it still remained true. ethan walsh wasn't good at games. in high school, he could never win whoever he was dating at the time one of these. he shook his head and let out a sigh. "alright... prize..." he muttered. "what about that purple monkey?" he asked with a smirk. "it's cute enough but it really does look like it's about to fall apart." ethan said with another laugh.
☆ george follows his gaze towards the stuffed animal, laugh erupting from her mouth a moment later as if it were trying to escape. “ oh, that's atrociously ugly. ” a beat. “ i love it. excuse me sir, could we have that bedraggled looking creature? ” a moment later it was in her hands, and she's holding it towards him with equal parts smug glee and humble admittance. “ if i'm being honest, you were an easy mark, ethan. i distinctly remember you being uniquely terrible at all of these games in high school. ”
the familiar voice reaches him before he can get to the man , but he doesn’t break his stride . he will get there at his own time . hands slide into his pockets , and his eyes move over the pen . “ if that’s what we’re going with today , ” he shrugs . the corner of his mouth barely moves; it’s just enough to count as a smile . they’ve known each other long enough for callum to know objectivity is nowhere to be seen . “ but sure , i’ll bite , whitney . what d’you got ? ”
☆ smile grows wide at the familiar voice, eyes sparkling as cal asks him what he's got. “ i thought you'd never ask. ” he drawls, rocketing a unique whistle from his lips to call a few of his herd to him for a closer look. “ you lookin' for anythin' in particular or are you wantin' to know who i think suits you best? mama says i can match a man with a horse like nobody else. ”
" you say that like i didn't just beat you in three other games, g. " the attorney tosses the spare rings back in an unceremonious display, slipping her free hand into her pocket as she takes in the display of clear knock offs. " um, i think it was that poor attempt at pikachu ? " gianna points, head tilting with a soft laugh. " i'm pretty sure we agreed on split custody— i want alternating weeks and christmas. "
☆ presses her index finger to her lips in a ‘ hush ’ motion, grin cracking behind it as she relishes in the current win. “ i just needed to get warmed up for the main event. ” she excuses. “ after all, knock-off pikachu needs to find a safe and loving home. ” the worker strolls over and asks for her prize of choice and she points to the strange creature, nodding her head to gianna so he knows who to give it to. “ alright, but no introducing her to new partners without the other's say so, and we split all medical bills 50/50. ”
closed starter ( 4 / 4 ) @ the whitney paddock
☆ the rodeo is only just ramping up but lewyn's been awake for hours, half from sheer excitement and half from duty – not that there was much of a difference for the whitney son. pearly whites beam at the individual walking past, hands going to pat his jeans, hearty thuds coughing dust up into the air as he strolls over. “ you wanna' take a look? we've got some real beauties to show y'all this year – and i certainly ain't biased. ” wink follows, of course.
open starter ( 5 / 4 ) @ the ring toss
☆ air exhales sharply through teeth and body turns to her companion, grimace indicating faux sympathy for the loser of their personalised bet. “ ooooo, tough luck. looks like the champion remains undefeated. ” casual flick of the final ring in her hands sees that cockiness realised, landing firmly on one of the bottles with a satisfying clink! –– “ what prize did we agree on again? ”
"oh, exactly," she agrees, tacking on her own response as if she's playing hype-man for the other guy. sometimes (and eilis hated that she knew this), it just took another man telling the guy he was wrong — and suddenly it was all cleared up. this time, though, it was not the case. the guy just stared at them like they were insane for even asking, and she let out a noise of frustration, "i do! i haven't even won one of these games before, which is probably a signifier of their integrity, but. . ."
☆ it was times like these when lewyn wondered if he could pull off the whole, ‘ do you know who i am? ’ shtick, but he daren't try – not only was it entirely tactless, it would likely earn him a scolding from his mother. “ alright! ” he says, thunderous clap spilling from his hands as they meet. “ how ‘bout all or nothin’? ” looks to his new friend, glint in his eye, “ you've done it once, i bet you can do it again – ” back to the employee, a little pointed, “ and this time there'll be a witness. ”
🏜️ ⋆ ⭒˚｡ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓! ──── 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅 ( capping at five )
Despite wearing pristine suits and sitting behind a desk most of the day, Jasper loved to be in the outdoors, especially at the stock show and rodeo hosted by his good friends the Whitneys. He adored being a part of the excitement, a part of the traditions of Willow Glen.
One of his favourites was the fudge stall that was set up by one of the local elderly women, who made thirteen different types of fudge by hand, but only sold them on this day of the year. Jasper, having a sweet-tooth, had made a beeline for the stall in the hopes of getting the best selection.
He was always one to help local businesses, so, as he tucked into a piece of salted caramel fudge, decided to persuade the person closest to him to jump on the bandwagon too.
“Oh, you should definitely try those,” Jasper said with a smile. “They’re incredible. It’s a shame you only ever see them once a year at the rodeo. That lady should really make a shop dedicated to it and have it open seven days a week.”
☆ lewyn is studying the fudge when jasper's voice floats beside him, gaze immediately snapping up, accompanied by a familiar and friendly grin. “ you're a bad influence, jasper. none of your recommendations have ever been wrong. ” which was true, and why lewyn was already handing over some cash to gain his jasper-approved bounty. “ how long you been buying fudge from here? ” despite his love for his hometown, he'd always spent most of his rodeos in the medical tent or signing autographs. he'd never had as much of a chance to explore the stalls – it'd certainly been an unexpected perk of taking things slower. “ i've never agreed with that sayin' about having too much of a good thing. ”
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open to 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 responses !! › 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the carnival @ the county fair.
"ah, i won!" eilis says, just before the carnie shakes his head at her. she tilts her own — all of the milk bottles are on the ground, so how could she possibly not have won one of those giant teddy bears? this has to be some kind of scam. perhaps it'll be the piece she pitches at work this week, to find out how much they're stealing right out of their paying customers' pockets, "what do you mean i lost? they're all on the ground!" she makes a horrified and shocked face when he responds, telling her: what he says, goes. she turns to the next person in line immediately, "you saw that, right? i can't believe he's trying to say i didn't win!"
☆ lewyn knows a carnival-game injustice when he sees it, head shaking in disbelief before eilis even turns. “ i think you're doing a disservice to this lovely lady, here, don't you? she knocked down them bottles fair and square. ” looks to eilis again, “ you did what i never could. been tryin' get that damn bear for years, think you deserve it. ”
" hey now ⸻ single file line ! i ain't gettin' in trouble cause y'all don't remember how to be line leaders. " hands finish tying apron around his back, hazel eyes scanning around the fairgrounds as sweet and savory scents trickle out of parked food truck; remembers the last time he'd been in one of these, he was reprimanded and received a month's ban off college campus for illegal parking. hand gives a hearty smack to the side of the truck, a loud whistle following in tow to alert his staff that it's time to kick into high gear, a gappy-toothed half-smile given to the first person who wanders up. " came hungry, or you just comin' to say hello ? "
&. closed starter, willow glen county fair. ( 0 / 5 )
☆ taps chin, eyes more focused on the food truck menu than the man in front of her, thoughts swirling of her personal trainer quizzing her a little too harshly about the items she was about to consume. god –– that just made her want it more. “ bit of both. ” said with a smile, gaze finally settling on merrick with a neighbourly familiarity. “ nice ride. she get… what, 5… 6 miles per hour? ” a jest said without malice, nods her head towards the truck. “ what's cooking? ”
❛ ⅋ 𝐢. 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 ━ setting description : event one , the rodeo.
🦢 ﹕ ʚɞ the wide brim of her hat casts a careful shadow across her face , its edge softened only by the single bloom pinned there. cut that morning from her own garden. the rodeo stretches out before her in all its noise and dust. a tradition willow glen insists on calling unchanged. though vivienne has lived long enough to know better. time refuses to preserve things , it loosens them. it softens standards , invites a kind of carelessness she has never quite learned to tolerate. “it used to be different ,” she says. “people understood what it meant to be seen. even here.”
her gaze drifts before settling on the person beside her. she takes them in the way one might assess a room , noting every detail without appearing to linger too long in any one place. there is a faint pause , the suggestion of something almost like a smile , though it never reaches her eyes. “sunday best , always ,” vivienne continues , tilting her head just slightly. “it was less about the occasion and more about the respect one had for it.” another glance , sharper this time , though still impeccably polite. “now …” she lets the word rest between them , “it seems anything will suffice.”
☆ amused smile finds itself on her lips, plastic cup dangling from her fingertips lazily – it was light, she'd need a refill soon. “ oh c'mon, vivienne, don't tell me you aren't a fan of the low button? ” gestures towards herself, to the simple silk blouse and blue jeans combination, before settling an elbow back onto the surface behind her, sipping the very last of her drink with a playful shake of her head. “ i have no excuse. i'm as disrespectful as the rest. ”
dust was kicking in front of them, allowing itself to be carried away on the stifled breeze. “ you look beautiful though, of course. perhaps next year you could give me some tips? we could be the change we want to see. ” not that george neccessarily cared about the clothing of the rodeo attendees – hell, she didn't care about the rodeo much at all, but that wouldn't be the correct thing to say.
