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♔ P i p e r   R o s e   L a i n e . twenty | fashion designer innocence, once lost, can never be regained. darkness, once gaze upon, can never be lost.

[piperlaine-blog]

evanderwoodsen:

"Uh.. We were both a little unfocused, let’s keep it at that," he said as he tried to smile a little. He handed her the bag, and then looked up. "Me? Yeah, I’m fine, totally. Sorry, I’m a little distracted today, but I’m good," he said as he nodded. "You.. You look familiar, do I know you?"

"Deal." She stated with a small smile before taking the bag back from him and swinging it over her shoulder. "Thank you." You need to get a coffee, and get a grip while you're at it. Clumsiness happened to be her downfall. Piper was suddenly distracted, however, by the person before her. He seemed.. awfully panicked, though he was doing his best at hiding it from what she could tell. "Are you.. sure?" Narrowing her eyes at him ever so slightly, she was sure he felt familiar somehow.. but she couldn't quite pinpoint it. "I'm.. I feel like I might know you from somewhere too. I don't know where, though?" 

[piperlaine-blog]

evanderwoodsen:

Eric had been looking over his shoulder all day, literally. He was supposed to be a courier for Dante today, and the delivery was tonight. He was always nervous on days like this. As he, once again, looked over his shoulder, he bumped into something - or rather someone. "What?!" he nervously said before he realized what was happening. "Oh.. Sorry. Um, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking. Are you hurt? " he said as he bent down to pick up the bag that had fallen off her shoulder.

"No, no no.." Piper shook her head profusely; having gathered up her books and drawings, she finally got the chance to look over at the poor person who'd suffered from her clumsiness. "Please don't blame yourself, its my fault. I was rushing, I'm an idiot." Standing herself up now, Piper smiled over at the unfamiliar face apologetically." Oh, no—I'm good. Are you okay though?" 

[emmagoodall]

[piperlaine-blog]

"Oh—" Before she could even grasp what was going on, Piper's body ran into another's, leaving the entirety of her drawings and books to sprawl everywhere. "I'm.. I'm so sorry!" She stated, crouching down without even looking at the victim of her lack of concentration. "This is what happens when you forget your coffee in the morning." 

[christicndaniels]

Ellie laughed, nodding her head a little. “Eh, you do ? I could hardly tell…” she joked, “Fabric stores? Actually yes, it’s something I have some experience with” she answered, having dabbled in making her own clothes since her father left her and her mother. “Follow me….” she backed away, leading down the street before she remembered, “Oh!” she turned back with a grin, “I’m Ellie, by the way”

[piperlaine-blog]

"Really?" Piper piped up, a surge of happiness waving through her as the girl told her she had experience with fashion. It wasn't uncommon in New York, having a love for fashion and flaunting it. Revelling in new textures, styles, trends.. but what was rare, was the kindness the girl was showing here. If there was anything she had learned in the past few months? It was that New Yorkers kept to themselves. But not this one.. "Ellie, I'm Piper. It's real nice to meet you.. and uh—thank you. For this."

[allthatliesbeneath-blog]

"Exactly, there are plenty others." He groaned, brushing a hand over his face as he bit his tongue and smiled at her, "I don’t need help hailing a taxi, I hailed this one. The one you’re now sitting in. Mine. My taxi." He spoke slowly, being sure to pronunciation everything to perfection to ensure the girl understood - clearly she didn’t quite understand the whole, hailing a taxi etiquette, not that he blamed her, the entirety of this city had forgotten it long ago.Normally Christian would have been quite so rude, or possessive, and really, he’d usually just run home. Though if he were being honest, things had been different the past few weeks - he’d had less patience with people, and even less tolerance for how rude the people in this city could be.  Sighing, he waved his hand, a simple way of blowing the whole situation off. "Forget it. Take the taxi. Have a nice day."

[piperlaine-blog]

"Oh—" Piper paused, feeling completely and utterly awful as she stepped out of the taxi without question, without so much as hesitation. She should've offered to share, perhaps, but with the negative vibe radiating from the strangers core, she knew better than to share in that moment. Instead, she headed to give him exactly what he wanted, what she had so mistakenly taken from him. "I'm so sorry.. I feel awful. Here—" She motioned to the empty taxi before them. "Take it. I know it can be hard getting a new one and.. and you should take it. Please." 

[stefnslvatore]

In need of something? 

[piperlaine-blog]

Hm? Oh—no. N-no. I'm uh.. I'm good. You just.. you can continue. Sorry. 

[theroseprodigy-deactivated20150]

Aaron felt some sort of second-hand embarrassment at this girl kept changing emotions between the wide range of scared puppy and shy puppy. It felt almost like it was his duty to keep her around until she was safely inside wherever she wanted to be — although picturing her in a crowded bar almost made him want to follow her there, too. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pup,” he grinned easily, fitting his hands into his jacket’s pockets as they strolled down the busy streets. “I moved not so long ago, from California. I miss it there… a lot more sun, y’know?” He remembered the good weather with a dreamy sigh, glancing back from the buildings above them to the girl. “And you? Where do you come from and why, may I ask?”

[piperlaine-blog]

Knitting her brows together, Piper was evidently lost for words as she faltered in responding correctly for a moment or two. Laughter escaped her lips, "Pup? That's.. well. It's nice to meet you too, Aaron." Clearing her throat she walked side by side by her half brother. The son of her biological father. It was strange to think she'd only ever known them in magazines and on google, but never did she think she would meet him in person.. let alone be strolling the streets of Brooklyn with him. "I know that feeling—born and raised in Miami. I'm severely lacking vitamin D. And uh—well, I.. got into a school here.." Don't say which one. Just don't. They don't need to know about you. "So I made the big move a few months ago and here I am." 

[televisionsgifs-blog]

[piperlaine-blog]

aidencarver:

What was he thinking? The moment Aiden spoken up to the brunette, who was feet away from him, he felt the world crumble around him. He had broken the ice - shattered the wall that had been built around his heavy heart.. a heart that longed so passionately for her. God he wished he could think straight, but in this moment, Aiden had faded into an alternate universe - one where they were the only two there, but here, Aiden had no idea what to say. How could he? This unnamed girl had been the single most impacting person in his life - his silver lining. She was the one person who brought him back to life, and yet.. he felt so vulnerable around her. She weakened him in ways he didn’t understand, and that’s what had him running for the hills. Aiden Carver had been brought up unloved, but with her around, love was all he could think about. At least, it was his idea of it. He didn’t exactly know what love was, having never seen it before, but when Aiden looked deep into her darkly painted hues, he saw what he believed to be the one feeling everyone demanded to feel. It came so natural when he looked at her.. The feeling had consumed him from the moment he met her a year ago, to this moment now. But how? How was it that someone like Aiden could even find it within him to feel this way? She held such power over him.. and he didn’t understand why. What made the entire situation worse, however, was that moments after he spoke up, the girl was headed in his direction. Slow motion strides were taken until she was only inches away - so close he could almost touch her, and he wanted to too. God how he missed the feel of her.. Her skin, her lips, everything. She was so intoxicating, that it was almost impossible to hold his composure when standing so close to the girl. “Hi.” He repeated again, mentally killing himself on the inside for doing so. “I mean…” Aiden began to shake his head, trying not to come across as an idiot in from of her. But he was sure she already thought that - and it was this same thought process that left her own jumbled words going unnoticed. “What? Uh..” He then took a deep breath in, trying to answer her questions though it was incredibly hard to do so. “I… l-live here…” God he was a fool - he was such an idiot for acting this way, but she left him feeling like mush. He had no control when it came to this one girl. “I’m… good.” No you’re not, you’re terrible, run… FAST. “How.. how are you? It’s, um.. you know.. been awhile.”

Everything within Piper constricted; her heart, the blood flowing through her veins, the airways that aided air to her lungs.. her mind, which was only consumed in flashback memories of that evening. Memories that left her cheeks now tainted a shade of pink, a sight she hoped he didn't notice. Piper was always the kind to feel a little awkward, but Aiden made her feel a whole new level of nervous. The kind of nervous that caused her to feel physically weakened, unable to control her shaking knees or genuinely smile because — well, of the way he was looking at her. But, she thought she noticed nerves on his part ... that gave her hope. Until her mind concluded that maybe this wasn't a situation he was comfortable with because he wanted to forget her. Just like she had tried to forget him, he didn't want to remember their night. And suddenly, Piper felt ashamed for putting him in this situation. She should've just walked away when she had the chance, though it was far too late now. Be polite, and then leave him be. "Oh—I thought, I mean.. I thought you would've been back in England by now." His accent was still prominent, an accent that once had her melting for a man she barely knew. A guy she still barely knew, let alone was knowledgable of his name. From what she could remember, they'd never exchanged names. Only allowed themselves to be consumed in a night of passion, the magnetism between them a force like no other. Not only had it brought out a whole different side of Piper, it gave her confidence in her transforming self. A night that altered who she was. A night that taught her that love wasn't where you searched, it was found. It was unexpected. She thought love was what she'd had with her boyfriend; but she was wrong. With Aiden, she'd gotten a taste of it. And it was something she would never forget. "Uh, I'm.. I'm good. I just moved here a few months ago, I—got into this school here so.. what are doing with yourself? Are you—I mean are you working here or.." Clearing her throat, she felt embarrassed she hadn't remembered every detail of what they talked about, alcohol could do that to you. All she remembered, was how he made her feel. And being in his presence now, feeling the tension she knew still existed, at least for her, she didn't know how to compose herself properly. With heated cheeks, she looked up at him, nodding.. before scratching the back of her neck as memories flooded her mind once more. "Yeah, it's—been what, two years?" Twenty four months later, and the magnetism between them still reigned strong. 

[piperlaine-blog]

aidencarver:

What was he thinking? The moment Aiden spoken up to the brunette, who was feet away from him, he felt the world crumble around him. He had broken the ice - shattered the wall that had been built around his heavy heart.. a heart that longed so passionately for her. God he wished he could think straight, but in this moment, Aiden had faded into an alternate universe - one where they were the only two there, but here, Aiden had no idea what to say. How could he? This unnamed girl had been the single most impacting person in his life - his silver lining. She was the one person who brought him back to life, and yet.. he felt so vulnerable around her. She weakened him in ways he didn’t understand, and that’s what had him running for the hills. Aiden Carver had been brought up unloved, but with her around, love was all he could think about. At least, it was his idea of it. He didn’t exactly know what love was, having never seen it before, but when Aiden looked deep into her darkly painted hues, he saw what he believed to be the one feeling everyone demanded to feel. It came so natural when he looked at her.. The feeling had consumed him from the moment he met her a year ago, to this moment now. But how? How was it that someone like Aiden could even find it within him to feel this way? She held such power over him.. and he didn’t understand why. What made the entire situation worse, however, was that moments after he spoke up, the girl was headed in his direction. Slow motion strides were taken until she was only inches away - so close he could almost touch her, and he wanted to too. God how he missed the feel of her.. Her skin, her lips, everything. She was so intoxicating, that it was almost impossible to hold his composure when standing so close to the girl. “Hi.” He repeated again, mentally killing himself on the inside for doing so. “I mean…” Aiden began to shake his head, trying not to come across as an idiot in from of her. But he was sure she already thought that - and it was this same thought process that left her own jumbled words going unnoticed. “What? Uh..” He then took a deep breath in, trying to answer her questions though it was incredibly hard to do so. “I… l-live here…” God he was a fool - he was such an idiot for acting this way, but she left him feeling like mush. He had no control when it came to this one girl. “I’m… good.” No you’re not, you’re terrible, run… FAST. “How.. how are you? It’s, um.. you know.. been awhile.”

"Touch my butt."

[piperlaine-blog]

uppereastsideforbes:

Caroline stared at the mirror with a frown on her lips. Her cheek held a dark bruise with a slice from that idiot girls ring and honestly, Caroline didn’t know how to hide it. Which was probably why no one had seen her for days. The blonde had a thing with perfect. Her skin had to be perfect. Her hair had to be perfect. Her clothes, her house, her boyfriend. To have something so blatantly imperfect on her skin made her insecurities release a mighty roar. The mark on her face was a reminder that she’d lost Matt. A reminder that she was no longer “perfect”. She felt sick. She jumped slightly as she noticed a person in her mirror’s reflection before turning with a slight gasp. “I told my mom not to let anyone in.” She frowned.

Eating out was all Piper knew; until she learned to cook anything else than mac and cheese. That was one of her goals for twenty fifteen, to learn to cook, and not blow all of her money on take out or going to restaurants all the time. That, or get a job and stop touching on her trust fund all the time. Half way through her meal, she'd watched a familiar blonde face run to the bathroom.. she didn't look well, from what Piper could decipher. Moments later, an older similar-looking blonde walk after her. And as she glanced back, to see that familiar face refuse anyone entry, Piper felt compelled to go over and see if she was okay. It took a little talk to get inside, but soon enough her concerned mother was all too eager to let a "friend" in to check on her daughter. "I—I know. I uh, I just really needed to go to the bathroom.. to check I had no food in my teeth." Stepping in front of the mirror a few sinks down from the blonde, she checked on her lipstick, only to note it was perfectly fine. She applied some anyway. It took a little before she mustered the courage to ask the only question dawning on her mind. "Are you okay, though?" 

[piperlaine-blog]

stefnslvatore:

Sweets and sweet. I knew I’d like this place.

[piperlaine-blog]

allthatliesbeneath:

Barely making his way home from his early morning run - early enough that it was still dark out, Christian had stopped on the corner of every-street-looks-the-same and managed quite easily to wave down a taxi. The early morning rush hadn’t quite hit yet, and for that he was thankful. Not one for taking town cars unless the situation called for it, usually preferring public transport, or taxis, the blonde stepped forward to open the door - falling short of his intended movement of slipping into the car when he was beaten to the seat by another. His mouth snapped shut, and his brow immediately rose high on his brow, “I’m sorry, but what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snapped, though an ounce of humor had managed to seep it’s way into his voice, a rare occurrence if any.

Piper had met all walks of life in New York so far; so much so it fascinated her. Such a colourful variety of personalities, and yet.. each and every born and bred had that same roughness to them. Mild, strong, it was almost always present, especially when they were out and about town. But what she didn't expect, was for a man to yell at a woman. Not like that. Pressing her lips together, she was at a war with herself. She knew she couldn't keep quiet, not about such matters. But at the same time, should she ask for him to yell at her, too? "It's just a taxi—" Not the best thing you could've said, Pips. "I mean, there are plenty others? I don't mind trying to hail one for you." Even though I completely and utterly suck at it.

[piperlaine-blog]

theroseprodigy:

Regret in not cleaning up properly rushed through him for a split second as he waved a hand dismissively, the splashes of paint coloring the skin giving him a rather crazy and/or dirty look. Maybe that had an influence on how scared this girl looked; she definitely wasn’t from here. “Hey, it’s no problem, here,” he pulled out his phone from his pocket, standing beside the brunette on the busy street, their shoulders colliding as he put the screen between them — that way, she could see he was actually searching for the place she wanted to go, instead of just trying to kidnap her or something. Typing out The Dead Poet’s name and opening the smartphone’s map to show the route, he pointed at where the bar was located as destination, then at the street parallel to it. “See? Here’s the bar you’re looking for, and here’s the store I need to go to. You can go by yourself but it’ll be rather awkward if we just walk in the same direction for the next twelve blocks,” he offered a grin, looking up from the phone screen to direct it at her. “I’m Aaron, if you care to know.” Usually he’d be jumping at the chance to hit on someone new, but maybe it was the way she looked so scared of him in the first place that made him want to be friendly rather than sexual.

Piper forgot how to be normal. Fact was, she couldn't be. Not just because he was someone who she'd never met before, he was her brother. And being around him now was something she'd never prepared for. It was a possibility, that she knew; but it wasn't like she expected him to approach her, converse with her, and offer her help. Still, she was humbled by it anyway.. and part of her wanted to be selfish, to just walk with him and mildly get to know him, without him knowing. And that side prevailed, mostly because she had no other option — twelve blocks was a heck of a lot of blocks to get lost in. Breathing a sigh and smiling simultaneously, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded after looking at his phone, consenting wholeheartedly to his offer. "I guess it would be kind of awkward.." Smiling at him a little too long, Piper cleared her throat and looked down the street they were supposed to head down, before being brought back to look at him as he introduced himself. That was when she knew it was most definitely him. Aaron Rose, son of her biological father, Cyrus Rose. "Piper. It's uh.. it's nice to meet you, Aaron." Walking side by side now, she held onto her magazines, intent on making this less awkward than it had to be. On her part; he had done nothing to add to the awkwardness she had created. "So, have you always lived here?" Even though she knew he didn't. 

[piperlaine-blog]

okburke:

"Well, thank you,” Olivia beamed, mocking a curtsy as best as she could in her coat and boots with coffee in hand. Olivia contemplated Piper’s next question with a smile and another sip before pointing her free hand north. “Thank God we’re on a grid system or I’d be a mess. The bigger the number, the further north. Well, at least until Marble Hill. Then you’ve gone too far.” It was a little immature, but Olivia felt like she had actually accomplished quite a lot in the time she’d lived in the city… it just so happened that talking to Piper made her feel like she really knew her stuff, even if she just wasn’t quite there yet. Olivia nodded. She understood intimidating and overpowering, but she also understood wonderful. “That’s seriously awesome, Piper. It sounds like a great fit for you. You’re going to be joining some pretty impressive alum.” Olivia had worn quite a few FIT graduate designs, whether on runways or red carpets. “I was actually on my way to class… but now that I’m saying that out loud, I realize that it is not Tuesday after all and I’m totally prepping for the wrong day. Long story short, yes, I would really like to walk with you. You can tell me about this last-minute dress.”

"You know, even the grid system doesn't make it any easier. I kind of—suck with numbers, and remembering numbers mostly." And that was why she was more compelled to use the creative side of her brain, a true artist she was. "Okay—that makes sense. See, what would I do without you, Kate?" A wide grin donned on her features, Piper took a moment to memorise what Kate had just told her. The bigger the number, the greater north. But Marble Hill — that was too far. "I can't wait to get a proper feel of the city, and not have to embarrass myself constantly." Excitement tore through her; FIT had been her dream school. A school she never imagined she'd truly attend, though she had always aspired to. And there she was, an official New Yorker. An FIT student. It amazed her, to know she'd come this far.. and she knew, above all, her parents would be proud; especially her mom. "It's pretty amazing.. how's NYU going for you? You know, it's lucky our campuses aren't too far from each other. Glad to know I have a coffee friend! And we should grab a coffee on our way, I can't function without it. Probably why I left my phone at home, no coffee this morning." Steadying her bag on her shoulders, to sit comfortably and be easier to carry, she headed down the street with Kate. "Well, I'm inspired by Elie Saab. I don't know if you know his designs, but.. I was thinking of something textured. Something soft and.. elegant."  

[piperlaine-blog]

uppereastsideforbes:

Caroline smiled at the girls little tale and soft laugh. She liked the girl already. Which was unusual seeing Caroline took a while to warm up to just about anybody. The poor girl that tried to join her biology group in freshman year with Bonnie learnt that lesson the hard way when Caroline spent three weeks pushing her water bottle off the desk and blaming the girl, forcing the teacher to move her. “Piper. Hey I used to love Charmed.” Caroline chimed brightly before pointing up the street. “We’re just going to head this way, okay? Where did you come from anyways?”

Caroline seemed like a warm, friendly face from what she could tell, and it was refreshing after walking around a city with empty looks and blank faces. Nobody wished to give her a time of day, and the ones who did only toyed with her. For once, she felt at absolute ease, breathing a laugh at her words. "I.. kinda think that's why I was named Piper. My mom was a.. she was a die-hard Charmed fan, and although it was never confirmed I wouldn't be surprised." With a soft smile she followed the blonde, walking side by side down one of New York's most prestigious streets. "No problem. Uh—Miami. Long way away, I know. And I've always lived there, too. So this is all—new for me."