southern sweetheart.

persimmon kennedy. 30 y/o. second oldest of four. blind. of the cherry orchard kennedy's. frostford born and raised.

[perskennedy]

dotxtaylor​:

“Oh, really, that’s how that works?” Dot played along as Destiny explained to her, in some very mumbly words, that her and her sister came from storks to their door. Laughing, she glanced up at the nearest person to them in the park, “Did you here that? All babies come from storks.” // @frostfordstart​

Persimmon overheard the conversation between the children and already was smiling when Dot addressed her. “Oh, I did not know that,” she replied, giving the family a quiet laugh. “You learn somethin’ new everyday, I suppose. --And your mama ended up real lucky, huh? Got two babies dropped off by the storks.” 

[perskennedy]

honeyjefferson​:

Status: Open Location: Bushels 

@frostfordstart​

Though Camille wasn’t speaking full words yet, she was fully pointing at what she wanted and snatching things off of the shelf from her secure seat on the shopping car if her mother got close enough, today was no different. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. She’s realizin’ that her hands are magical these days..” she said, realizing that her aforementioned daughter had literally reached over and took someone’s car keys. Honey took the keys back from Camille and held them out to the rightful owner, letting out a gentle sigh in the process. “I’m gonna have to teacher her that is not okay..” she’d truly hoped that the person wouldn’t be too upset at a one year old.

Persimmon raised her brow as she was handed back a set of keys-- she let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You have a bit of a pickpocket on your hands, it seems. Didn’t even feel her grab those-- my mama would kill me if I lost the keys,” she murmured with a chuckle. Not that Cherry was anywhere to be found-- it was the same story everytime she had Persimmon accompany her to Bushel’s. “It’s not a big deal. --She’s bein’ curious. ” She dropped the keys back into the pocket of her cardigan, gripping her cane in the other hand. “--Since I have you here, would you mind directing me towards the pasta sauce? I have no idea where my mother is and I’m just missin’ a couple of things, if I wait for her to show up, it may be hours later.”

[perskennedy]

willow-mayfield​:

It’s not uncommon to see Willow being tailed by a rotund little hen named Edie, but her feathered friend still likes to surprise her. This time Edie takes off in a waddling sprint, very intent on checking out what the nearest person has in their hands.

She makes her little chicken noises from their heels, while Willow laughs. “Please, you don’t have to give into her demands! She’s less threatening than she appears.”

Persimmon let out a laugh as the chicken crowded at her ankles; she paused, not wanting to move another inch and accidentally trample the poor chicken or hit her with her cane. “---She’s very excited, isn’t she? She must be a fan of cherry pie.” Persimmon held up the pie pan she was holding onto with one hand. 

[perskennedy]

ameliahunter​:

Status: Open Location: Main St

@frostfordstart​

“Yeah and then she was totally like bitchin’ about me like moving back home. Like yeah, I fucking hate it here, but like.. my mom totally frickin’ needs me right now.” Amelia rolled her eyes with a deep sigh, phone to her ear and not noticing the person that she was walking toward when she bumped into them on accident, dropping her phone and letting out a loud screech. “Oh my frickin’ God! I swear of my Valentino’s are scraped!” her voice high pitched per usual before she looked up at the person she bumped into. “I’m like sorry… I’m having a rough week I guess.” there was her signature phony smile as she tried to seem like she was completely okay with the situation.

Persimmon had just walked out of the Wild Flour; cane in one hand, an iced coffee in the other, when she’d collided with Amelia, causing the contents in her cup to explode right down the front of her white dress. She stood in place, shocked from the entire ordeal, not to mention from how cold it was. She didn’t know what to say. She heard someone passing by gasp and murmur about grabbing her some napkins, but Persimmon still stood in place, trying to breathe as evenly as possible and not end up crying in front of the entire town. “---It’s fine,” she finally managed to say, taking a napkin she was offered and wiping at her face. “Accidents happen, it’s fine,” she repeated, forcing a smile for the girl. “I think... I need more napkins.”

[perskennedy]

prestondonahue​:

Preston slowly walked alongside Persimmon, leading her along, but letting her have as much control over where they went as she wanted. After all, he didn’t know where to go, and she probably had walked through the orchard so many times she didn’t really need him at all. “It’s not my first time at the orchard, but I hardly paid attention while here. I can feel the peacefulness of the trees though.” The moment Persimmon’s words hit Preston’s ears, he felt ashamed of how he had acted. He had meant to text her, but the service had been so awful it slipped his mind, and by the time the thought returned, too much time had passed. “I-”, he started off, pausing as he tried to find the right words to say. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Persimmon. I-wasn’t pleased with our service that night and that’s all I could think about. The date was the issue, not the company. In fact it was, well, I hadn’t enjoyed the company of another woman as much as I had with…you.” He stopped their walk, turning to face her. “I’m sorry I let you feel that way. That was not my intention and I hope you can forgive the actions of a fool. Because anyone who doesn’t make you smile never deserved to see it in the first place.”

“It’s goin’ to be very busy in a couple of weeks-- but it really is peaceful, isn’t it?” This was what she loved about the orchard; she hated having to stay in the office most of her day, keeping busy with mindless tasks she had no interest in-- doing a job she had no interest in. She preferred walking around the orchard like she did when she was a child, breathing in the smell of the ripening cherries-- sometimes she could still hear the sound of a young Peachy Keen’s laughter, her little squeals as she ran around the orchard. Persimmon desperately missed those days. “--I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t’ve brought it up,” she murmured again, embarrassed as hell. She was surprised when he actually started explaining himself, her brow furrowing slightly as she turned her face up towards him. “I didn’t?” She swallowed hard, frowning as she tried to remember their date-- she hadn’t even noticed the service, she’d been so nervous about not accidentally spilling her water or getting something on her dress-- making a terrible impression on Preston. “Oh.” She quickly turned her face away from him as she began flushing again, stopping in her tracks as he brought them to a halt. “I really enjoyed myself with you too, Preston,” she murmured, finally have the courage to turn her face back up towards him, adjusting her sunglasses as she cleared her throat. “Which was why I didn’t understand why I didn’t hear from you. I don’t even recall much ‘bout the restaurant-- can’t even really remember what I ate. Just that... I had a real nice time with you, and I was excited ‘bout us maybe doin’ it again.” Pulling away, she clasped her hands together as she took a couple of steps away from Preston before she turned to face him, giving him a small smile. “All is forgiven. There’s nothin’ to forgive, really,” Persimmon murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. “--I’d really like to do it again sometime, though. If you would want to, I mean.” If Cherry was standing there with them, she’d probably be ecstatic by her daughter’s sudden boldness-- she was always telling Persimmon that she wasn’t getting any younger, that she’d already been set up with so many of the most eligible bachelors in the county and still hadn’t found a husband-- but maybe her mother’s search was finally over.

[perskennedy]

brookepvrker​:

There was a reason Brooke never went to the bank. Part of it was due to her brother, but another part of her found it difficult to not punch Preston Donahue in the nose every time he called her ‘Pork-her.’ So, it wasn’t too surprising that Brooke wasn’t exactly a fan, “I’m tellin’ you, he’s no good. I’ve got some first-hand experience with that man. Has anyone else managed to catch your attention lately?” she asked. “ Yeah, Tuck Gordon. It’s, uh, it’s pretty new though.”

Persimmon was curious as to why Brooke didn’t have anything nice to say about Preston-- and she almost started to ask, but decided to leave it for the moment. “---Well, Jamie Callahan asked me out a few weeks ago, but that didn’t go very well,” she murmured, cheeks blushing a slight pink at the thought of what she’d done. “--Tuck Gordon?” Persimmon’s smile brightened. “That’s so excitin’, how did that happen?”

[perskennedy]

emmettkimball​:

“Is that what you’re tellin’ people? It’s just me, you can admin y’all found her at the bottom of a well or somethin’,” he teased, thought he’d always had a soft spot for all the Kennedy girls growing up – maybe not in the same way his brother did. “Convince her to channel that passion into somethin’ productive, alright? But yeah, I’m always up for lunch. Better question – how are you? Still workin’ with the family?”

Persimmon grinned back at him in amusement, carefully reaching for her glass of water and taking a sip before replying. “She was adopted after the circus left her behind, actually. --I’ll be sure to pass along the message,” she murmured with a chuckle, her smile only faltering slightly at the mention of her working at the orchard; she quickly took another sip of water, forcing a chuckle after a beat. “I am, I’m still managing the orchard. We’re preparin’ for our busiest season yet. --How ‘bout yourself? You still workin’ in Mobile?”

[perskennedy]

text → persimmon

boone: now you know you can't tell me you feel bad about something, i have half a mind to run over there just to hug you until you feel better

boone: you're a good sister. maybe the three of us should take a trip somewhere, get away from town and the orchard. tommy and i usually catch a couple baseball games in atlanta around this time of year

boone: now you're making me blush. thank you, i needed to hear that. you always know just what to say

boone: not yet, but i think i might be getting there. i definitely thought i'd be married with kids by now

boone: makes sense, you already ruled me out. i'm a much better date these days than i was back in high school, i'll have you know

persimmon: no no I'm fine, I just don't like the idea of possibly hurting someone, in this case, hurting Jamie. Because even if he does irritate me sometimes, he's not a terrible person. But really, I'm fine Boone.

persimmon: Thank you. I just worry about her and I know she has Nanny too, but our mama and daddy are just so hard on her. Different than they are with the rest of us. And I just wish I could do more. A trip sounds lovely, I think she'd love that. She's always talking about how much she hates it here, maybe even just a trip to the beach would make her feel better. -All the way in Atlanta?? I don't even know what teams play out there. Or anything about sports at all...

persimmon: I mean it's only fair. But I really mean it. You're *Boone Kimball*. Any girl would be lucky to be with you, Boone.

persimmon: But look at all the other great things you've done. Maybe you're not married yet, don't have babies yet, but you've accomplished so much already.

persimmon: No, it's not that at all. I just don't want her using you as a pawn in her matchmaking game. You're so special to me and I just... don't want her to taint that by calling your mama and all that. Not to mention, it's embarrassing. I'm thirty years old- almost thirty one, I keep forgetting- and my mother has to find people to date me. And running out of eligible bachelors to set me up with, as she keeps reminding me. Oh I believe it- you know how often I hear about how dreamy Boone Kimball is? You're a hot commodity :P

[perskennedy]

text → persimmon

boone: there must be something wrong with him if he didn't click with you

boone: you liked him since we were kids? how didn't i know this?? that's sweet, persimmon. running away from someone asking you out sounds like something i'd do, so i don't have any advice here unfortunately. but it was probably for the best, if you're not sure how you feel about him.

boone: have you ever considered moving out? i know your parents can be sort of overbearing and want you to stay there, but i think you'd feel better if you weren't under their noses all the time. your mom, specifically.

boone: oh boy, you're gonna make me emotional. emmett keeps ranting about how i have too much love to give and i'm too eager so i give it to the wrong person. or in your words, i'm trying to find my puzzle piece and i just have bad luck. it's funny, lemon told me she was worried she was starting to lean more toward the hopeless side of hopeless romantic, and now i think that might be the case for me

boone: i'm almost at the point of wanting my parents to meddle more in my love life, isn't that sad?

boone: which reminds me, tell your mom i'm offended she's never approached me to go on a date with you

persimmon: I don't know, I didn't really tell anyone? But yeah, you're probably right about that. I just feel pretty bad about it.

persimmon: Yeah, but... I don't think I could leave Peachy behind. Even if she's mostly up at school, but with summer here and the semester ending- well, I can't just leave her behind to fend for herself, and have to deal with our parents all on her own.

persimmon: I don't think there's anything wrong with being eager- you just want love, and I know you're gonna find the perfect girl for you one day. Probably sooner rather than later- you're a catch.

persimmon: Do you feel hopeless about it?

persimmon: Well we know my mother doesn't really have taste. But she did bring you up once. I told her to leave you alone, so that's really why she never asked you. :)

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javisterling​:

“This is a promise I’ll keep.” He hadn’t known about Beau and his kid, but he and Beau hadn’t exactly been friends on their own. Peach hadn’t mentioned it and he hadn’t seen Beau around. “I did not know this, a kid that Peachy didn’t know about? He’s really trying her patience.” 

“I saw Mellie first thing. She was not super pleased to see me. Or she was. I don’t know, uh, and I saw your sister a few days ago too. It’s normal and also very weird.”

“I’m sure she was, it was probably just hard for her-- for you both, I imagine,” Persimmon replied with a gentle smile. “--Why was it weird?” She took a sip of her drink again, sitting back as she nibbled on tortilla chip. “You’re not still in love with Lemon, are you? ‘Cause I think you’re about a decade too late, Javi.” She fought a smile, trying to keep a straight face. “Though I wouldn’t mind you bein’ my brother again, I suppose.”

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peachkennedy​:

Peachy-Keen had to fight every urge to snatch her hand away from her older sister’s - to retreat into herself - and though it felt like she might collapse beneath the weight of it all, she did her best to sit still. No more than a lung-rumbling sigh leaving her lips as she finally pulled her hand toward herself to wrap herself up in her chair, knees pressed tightly against her chest. “I don’t like talkin’, Persimmon,” Peachy’s gentle voice rang out after a few silent moments. The girl doing her best to ignore every other worry of her sister’s for fear of the lecture that was surely waiting on the other side. “And I don’t feel like doin’ it, either.”  “I just want to go back to stupid school already,” Peach nearly burst out after she couldn’t stand her own silence for another minute. “Mama keeps lecturin’ me about ‘actin’ like a lady’ in public, and… and when I went out to get Nanny’s prescription every one was just starin’ at me. Starin’, Immy.” The young girl just let a breath tumble through her lips. “I hate it, alright? I hate everyone in this stupid town.”

“Well maybe if you talk ‘bout it, you’ll feel better, Peachy-Keen,” Persimmon replied back, never losing her temper or patience with Peach; she knew eventually, her sister would open up to her, when she was ready. It still worried her, though, knowing something was bothering Peach and she didn’t want to talk about it. She took a sip of her tea, crossing her legs as she shifted in her seat, turning towards Peachy Keen as she began to talk just as Persimmon had expected she would. She listened, not saying a word just yet-- even though the mention of their mother infuriated her-- why did she have to be so hard on Peachy all the time? So she’d had an outburst-- Persimmon couldn’t blame her, after hearing it was Owen Heine’s basket she’d ended up winning. Did Cherry Kennedy think about how that might make her youngest daughter feel, after he’d left their oldest sister at the altar? Of course not-- because she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body. Persimmon sighed softly, shaking her head slightly. “You know how it is, sweetheart-- people love to have somethin’ to talk about. They’re gonna forget all about what happened once somethin’ more interestin’ happens.”

[perskennedy]

prestondonahue​:

Preston let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good.” He was still peeved that his mother sent him to get cherries for her. As if she just knew he had nothing to do that day. Well, he didn’t really have anything to do most days, with his friends from college now scattered all over the country. Getting married. Having babies. Oh god did he fall for another set-up? Not that he would complain. Maybe this would be better than being around people who could upset Preston with their mediocrity. “Shall we?” He asked, holding out his arm and giving Persimmon’s a gentle nudge to allow him to escort her through the cherry trees.

“Absolutely,” Persimmon murmured, tucking her hand into his arm, smiling warmly up towards him as they began walking through the orchard. She was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat. “It’s so nice of you to come on by-- is it your first time on the orchard? I know you said you don’t know ‘bout cherry pickin’, but you’ve come over before, haven’t you?” she asked, not quite remembering. “Either way, I’m glad you came by.” She waited another moment. “I was surprised I didn’t hear from you after we went out the other night. Just ‘cause I thought it went well.” She grimaced-- did she sound desperate? She shouldn’t have said anything. “--Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve brought it up, we don’t have to talk ‘bout that-- I just don’t know what I did wrong? And maybe it’s something I can remember to do or not do next time I’m on a date,” she explained, cheeks flushing red. 

[perskennedy]

jamiecallahan​:

Jamie nodded as he listened to her. “Makes sense. I’ve never picked them before.” When she asked him about the basket auction, his brows knitted together. He shrugged. “It was good. Melody Schaffer won my basket. We had fun, but I don’t think she is interested in me other than as a friend.” He was apparently really good at that and sucked at the whole relationship part. “I told Ace he could set me up with someone. He seems very eager about that and since Colton won’t do it, I’ll be his experiment. –Anyway, what about you? Did you have fun with the auction?”

“Oh, Mel’s lovely,” Persimmon gushed, a bright smile on her face at the mention of her friend. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time even if it wasn’t a love connection.” At the mention of Jamie being set up with someone by Ace, Persimmon turned her face away from him, turning straight ahead as she walked beside him. “That’s great, Jamie. I hope that works out for you,” she murmured as evenly as possible. She meant it, but wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake in rejecting him and had blown her chance with him altogether, and now he’d probably start dating someone else. “--I did, I had a really love time with Lucas Dunn. He’s a real sweetheart, it’s so terrible what his fiancee did to him,” she murmured with a shake of her head. 

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brookepvrker​:

Brooke frowned at her words. The boys in this town… sometimes she just wanted to kick all of their asses. “Preston Donahue? Now, you have got to know you can do so much better than that boy.” It was no secret Preston and Brooke hadn’t liked each other for the longest time. Brooke thought he was scum of the Earth, and Preston didn’t take rejection well. “I actually put in a basket, but it was more of a friend date for me. I am kind of seeing someone though.”

“--Really?” Persimmon’s brow furrowed slightly. “He was such a gentleman when we went out, I really can’t complain about our date-- it was perfect, in fact, except for.... y’know, him never calling for a second,” she mused. The blonde tucked her hair behind her ear as she thought to herself for a moment, wondering if they were somehow talking about two different Preston Donahue’s--- but it didn’t seem very likely, considering what a small town Frostford was. "--You’re seein’ someone!? When did this happen?”

[perskennedy]

emmettkimball​:

“Percy!” He was a little bit too excited when he spotted her at The Whole Enchilada that even June shot him a look of disapproval – the sweetest woman this side of the Mississippi was scolding him while holding a plate of tacos. He brushed off the sting to approach her, tapping her shoulder before pulling her into a hug. Sure, it’d only been two weeks at the most since he’d run into her last, but that didn’t matter much. “You know it’s a good day when I run into you instead of your little sister. That little monster told me she’d flatten my tires if I looked at her wrong again. You believe that?”

@persimmonkennedy​

"My sister is an angel,” Persimmon quipped back, smiling as she turned to give Emmett a warm hug, chuckling softly as she settled back on her heels, face turned up towards him. “But I’ll talk to her ‘bout maybe not threatening vandalism. She’s just real passionate,” she murmured with amused grin. “How’re you? You wanna join us for some lunch?”

[melodyschaffer]

# cellphone headcanons for: @persimmonkennedy

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

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what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

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my muse’s last text to your muse

melody → i picked up a few dresses i think you might love!! i’ll come over later and you can let me know what you think? 

[perskennedy]

text → persimmon

boone: since when is making you blush not nice?

boone: i'll try not to say anything to preston, but i can't promise it won't come up if i run into him. you know how i feel about you, i don't like the idea of him getting your hopes up and then hurting you by not calling

boone: jamie? he's a good guy, why'd you run away?

boone: don't tell your mom i said this, but she doesn't have the best taste. some of the guys she picks...

boone: you can talk to me about this stuff, you can talk to me about anything. i wanna hear about it, trust me

boone: it's okay, it wasn't meant to be. she said she was still in love with owen, i don't know if i'm supposed to tell anyone that. but it was nice to know it wasnt just me

persimmon: It's not that it's not nice. It's very nice. Though I can't really help what makes me blush or not I guess.

persimmon: Oh, Boone... you really don't have to say anything to him. It was one date. Sometimes people just don't click, and it's fine.

persimmon: I don't know, honestly. I used to like him a lot, when we were still kids. We were real mean to each other sometimes, but something changed recently, and he asked me out at the strawberry festival. And... I guess I panicked. And I don't know if I feel that way for him. He is a good guy, you're right about that. But something is stopping me from going there, and I don't know what.

persimmon: I've told her this too, but she doesn't really seem to care. Apparently her two oldest daughters still being unmarried is real embarrassing for her. Lemon, at least, lives on her own so she can avoid it.

persimmon: I don't know why, it can't be real interesting. But I love you for it nevertheless

persimmon: I'm still sorry about it. I'm glad she opened herself up to love again, though, and that it was with you. Because you deserve love and I would've been so happy to see you make each other happy. But some things just aren't meant to be, you're right. -And of course it had nothing to do with you, Boone. As much as I might... resent Owen for hurting Lemon, I think no matter what, he'd always be the One for her. Like puzzle pieces, perfectly matched to fit each other. And you just have to find someone who's going to be the One for you, who's gonna fit you.