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@soixantequinze
soixantequinze : written by 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒚 for 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒗
FEATURING ... un. philippa " pippa " valmont , thirty-three , chair of global broadcast news at valmont corp ; deux. ivo stratton - lennox , twenty-nine , stock trader ; trois. jia kwon , twenty-eight , occupational therapist + yoga instructor
“My anger scares me, my fear scares me, and somewhere in there is shame, too — why am I so enraged and so scared? I am afraid of going to bed and of waking up; afraid of tomorrow and of all the tomorrows after.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief
honeyed gaze rose from the screen, arched brow raising as she cast a gaze over jia. hadn't wanted to say it before, but now ... “ you look like shit. ” another look up and down before she returns to the phone, adding in a squeeze in for facials. “ might need a banana drip for yourself. ” chi didn't have enough time for it, she had a new vendor to meet, but jia looked as though she needed it the most.
“ okay, first of all, ouch. but, also, thank you. you have no idea how validating that is when the rest of my family thinks i’m overreacting. i honestly don’t how you’ve recovered this much already. i’m pretty sure we had the same number of tequila shots— or did we?! ”
“ ack, watch where you swing those. it's a deadly weapon in your hands, ” the annoyance in his tone at being smacked in the face sounding much more intimidating than his facial expressions conveyed. younger sister one of the only people in the world that could get away with such an action. eyes scanned over delightful treats, decisions sitting on the edge of his vision as he contemplated which he wanted. “ the one with the berries on top looks like the best. grab one of those? ” his hands already moving to grab his wallet out and hand it to her while gently taking the aforementioned bouquet of flowers from her hands. “ first flowers and now cakes? are we having a party? ”
she grabs his wallet with both hands without hesitation. “ thank yew ! ” she says in an achingly sweet voice and hands one of his cards to the person behind the register. “ yes, one of those, too, mhm. what? oh no, no. that’s fine. my brother will carry all of it. ” jia doesn’t return her attention to her brother until the transaction goes through. “ huh? oh, the flowers are for my apartment. the cakes are for me and hana. it’s saturday. ” it’s been their ritual to taste test cakes from shops all over new york city and write down everything they liked about it so they can come up with new ideas for minho. just small bites of each, though, or else she'll get in trouble with her older cousin. “ i mean, i gueeess you can participate, if you want to. ” he is paying for all of it, after all.
Guillotine, Eduardo C. Corral
“ it makes all the difference, believe it or not. i could never understand it — what happened between us. ” the words came with no malice, it came as quiet resignation. the years of toying with those last few weeks showing now. vulnerability coming out in a moment in front of the only person who ever understood his mind that intimately. “ i wanted you, ” more simplicity in a relationship that was anything but. “ yeah, i have career goals and aspirations but it was never about money or power for me. i don’t think it always was for you either. but pippa, why do you think i stayed in new york? i could have left and gone to los angeles and been fine career wise. probably better off, truthfully. i didn’t stay because of what your family could offer me. in fact, i’m an idiot for staying in a company where i have no future. i could have been ceo or a house husband for all i cared — as long as i was yours. ” a pause — eyes moved from wall that had captured his attention to her. “ what do you want, pippa? not your family, not your family obligations, not whatever you think i want – what do you want? ”
“ you could never understand — you? it’s you who walked away from me. not once in the ten years we were together did i ever think leaving you was an option but it was i who had to prove to you that i loved you. i didn’t think that was fair. ” she lets out a sharp breath. “ but i understand now. if you didn’t want any of it at all, i understand why the price might’ve been too high for you to pay. had i known, i wouldn’t have made you pay it. i’m not a bad person. i want you to have your goals and aspirations and all the other things that make you happy. i don’t want you to sacrifice that for me. i’m not a bad person. ” she feels his gaze on her but an inexplicable weight makes it difficult to lift her eyes to meet his. “ of course i loved you. but i’m afraid that was the best i can do and it wasn’t enough. so how does it make a difference? you make it sound like there must be another person hiding within me that makes more sense to you, that, i don’t know, that you can never imagine walking away from. i, ” she laughs humourlessly. “ i’m sorry to disappoint you. there’s only me. and i want it all. the future i tried to share with you, i want it. i want to be valuable to my family, i want to fulfill their expectations. my entire life has been a sacrifice and i want it to be worth it. this house, it’s been in my family for generations. my grand aunt promised it to me when i was twelve. earning it, deserving it, belonging in it, i’m afraid that is what makes me feel like a real person. i don’t know what other wants you imagine i may have — a different life has never once crossed my mind. ” a sense of relief washes over her and finally she raises her head to look at him. “ you asked me if i regret it. i don’t. i missed you. i’m happy we got to spend that time together. i loved you for free. i loved you without expectation. i’m sorry that can’t be possible with us together. but i hope you felt it in germany, i wanted you to. ”
SHE MOVED TO SETTLE NEXT TO HIM, creating negative space between themselves and the rest of the room. it took him a second, but her silence suddenly made sense. a sigh left his lips, slightly annoyed at how pippa was quick to catch onto these things and a lot annoyed at how people felt like they had the right to know anything. but he'd resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting any answers tonight—or he could try, but pippa would never give him a guarantee. her disgust earned an amused huff from him as he watched her recoil from the beer like he hadn’t already tried to warn her. but that was just pippa; if he told her that he was getting chased by a guy with a machete, she'd probably round the corner and check if he was still there. his expression softened when she mentioned the letters, rife with inside jokes and juvenile cutouts like they used to do when they were twelve. "i did." he kept them all—these new ones, anyway. most of the letters he had from childhood hadn't survived that one rage-filled night a few years ago, the memory of which made guilt stir in his chest. he hadn't the heart to tell her yet. this wasn't the right place for a confession. "the guys in my unit started to get excited whenever they heard i got another letter from you. people are starved for entertainment in there." of course, there were some parts he kept for himself, not because they contained anything too personal, but he just liked that he had something that was just theirs, that he wouldn't get to share with other people, let alone strangers he was never going to see again in his life. she mentioned germany again and the elephant is in a fucking tutu spraying glitter from its trunk begging to be noticed. glass lifted to his lips with a sip that was just as disappointing as hers, he pretended he was drinking something at least 80 proof and didn't have bubbles. "yeah... i checked out early. had to go home and deal with... family stuff." or he was just looking for an excuse to leave. family seemed like a good excuse as any. for the koenigs, family would always be the excuse. he emptied the rest of the glass down his throat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "a stuffed toy, huh? what the hell did you guys do over there?" he wasn't necessarily asking about arlo, but he was reminded about it again and the itch in his brain desperately wanted to be scratched.
“ family stuff, ” she repeats, trying the weight of it in her own mouth and contemplating its worth. his excuse sounds unharmonious to pippa’s ears. she can’t think of a good reason for his family to take him out of recovery early. surely, the koenigs know better than that? she fights to keep her expression neutral, the only clue to her confusion lying in the soft crease that forms between her eyes. she knows better than to ask for an elaboration here, now—but do they have enough time to find a place where they can be alone and say what they need to say? “ and are you staying? ” it isn’t the right question to ask. julian always leaves. it’s a matter of how much time she has before he does. “ do you know what a renaissance faire is? it was something like it, held in a palace in germany, and sponsored by build-a-bear, ” she recounts, pretending like that is what he’s waiting to hear about. “ i wish you were there. then i could’ve had someone put in a pillory for my donation, ” she says, a lie tacked onto the truth to mask its density. pippa turns to face him again, searching his face for an answer before she even asks her question. “ do you think i can borrow you for a second? " consciously, her eyes move around them, searching for a face she can justify the insecurity in her voice with. " i was thinking we can take a walk before i head home. i won't keep you for too long. ”
was that what he wanted to ask? were they still talking about the same things? it seemed as though he was going to have to speak what was stuck between them aloud or they would never truly speak about it. “ no, ” word sharp in the room, released between them. “ do you regret it? ” question number one. “ did you love me? ” the forbidden question. did you love me for me? or was i just the five year plan?
the corners of her mouth pull into a wry smile. “ what difference will it make if i say yes? if you have to ask, then it wasn’t in the way that you wanted me to. your doubt will never be satisfied. ” she lowers her eyes and stares at her hands. she’s surprised at how still they remained. “ you don’t want it, do you? the position, the power, everything we planned to become. you don’t actually care for it. ”
awkward spaces filled with pippa valmont not an unfamiliar scene but one that felt a little more charged since they had gotten back from germany. it was as if mutual stance to avoid it for as long as possible to digest what exactly happened – and how often it had happened. “ i did hear she was having a great time. it's good, you all deserve to take a break when the chance arises. ” the youngest valmont a safe conversation, someone who hadn't declared arlo public enemy number one after the break up. “ of course i came, we do need to talk about it. as you said, we're adults, ” and there was no reason for shame, that had been what arlo had concluded in the space between. there wasn't regret or embarrassment. only confusion remained. “ i think the first question is how do you feel about what happened? ” after all – regardless of reasons why, she was the one who had been broken up with in the first place. her comfort levels meant more to him than his own thoughts.
“ is that really what you want to ask me? ”
sitting at the back of the room, needing the space to watch without someone breathing down his neck or staining his suit — quintet music wasn't his usual vibe, but he made the exception on the odd occasion. seeking comfort in the bottom of his glass, gaze didn't move to greet her. " change of scenery, i guess. " he responds, wanting something that wasn't the same plain walls of his office or the city's skyline through floor to ceiling windows back home. " the duck, of course. " he gives into the jest, a little relieved that not everyone here was seeking him out for a business deal.
she laughs at that, being more or less in the same boat. even this dinner isn’t much of a deviation from her routine. “ and how are you liking it? we do have a better view of central park. ” pippa joins him on the sofa, avoiding locking eyes with anyone eager to start a conversation. “ good. we had to fly the chef all the way from paris just for tonight. if you have any special requests, tell me now. he’s leaving right after. ”
ryan does not really enjoy being on set, not for this adaption — it's a slog, gritting her teeth and only speaking up about the most grievous disservices to the original story. a much needed break is called, and then — like an angel from a storybook, philippa valmont descends. relieved at a familiar, more neutral face, ryan relaxes. “ pippa. good to see you — and no, your driving was fine. ” she has three siblings, one of whom she helped teach to drive — ryan has seen some spectacularly terrifying driving. “ i was just slightly in shock at getting to ride in such a cool car. thank you again for that, by the way. ”
“ you’ll regret telling me that because now we have to do it again, ” she says in earnest. “ what a missed opportunity ! we could have visited the nürburgring and driven on one of the tracks. it wouldn’t have been as picturesque as drifting in the snow but it would've been a different kind of incredible. oh ! come with me to monticello. some of my friends will be bringing their vintage and project cars to a private track day. how confident are you in your driving ? ”
from the archives: philippa valmont and arlo reyes, last appearance together as a couple, year 2021 at prima della scala
Barbara Palvin photographed by Owen Gould at Cannes Film Festival (May 2026)
eyes trained on the book in her hand, she feels the approach of someone else by atlas' rumble — german shepherd moving in a ripple by her side though his path was to place body in between that of her and miracle's, napping soundly next to her on the blanket. “ uh oh. you're about to interrupt nap time, “ greets as she places a hand atop her dog's head. ” you can join us if you promise to push her on the swings. she likes to stay for hours. "
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open to @theydivine, @soixantequinze, @derailmvnts, @dynast1es
“ i promise. but let her sleep. ” pippa moves slowly and quietly, finding space on the other side of londen, with a book she intends to make some progress with held between her fingers. settled on the blanket, pippa glances at the three of them, a happy little family, and quickly looks away, out into the green expanse sprawling before them, before envy, and grief, can plant itself in her chest. chatter lifts like a haze from the other people in the park, dominated by the rustling of the leaves above them. “ i forgot days like this existed, ” she says softly, careful not to wake the sleeping miri.
closed starter featuring christine weber.
location: carbone restaurant
featuring: @soixantequinze ( philippa valmont )
being on the nightly news was definitely an adjustment for christine. for one thing, there wasn't too much creative liberty — okay, there wasn't really supposed to be any creative liberty. and sure, when she was on broadway, she didn't improvise but she could have certain inflections and nuances to her performance. she didn't feel the same way reading the news even if she tried to keep it interesting as much as she could. maybe during her dinner today, she could grease the wheels to try to get a little more room to play, instead of just plainly reporting the news. she was waiting for pippa, who had been very encouraging of her career pivot, at their table. when she saw the other woman, she waved her over. " over here, doll ! " she stood up to greet her with a hug.
she dismisses the host with a thank you and walks the last few steps towards christine unchaperoned. “ i hope i didn’t you make you wait too long. ” she settles in her seat and takes a quick glance around the room. “ i haven’t been here in a while, ” she says, attention returning to her date for tonight. the ninth face she's seen for dinner this week, all intending to talk to her about their interests over a perfectly plated dish. she's happy to listen, if it served her own. and pippa has hopes christine will be a far more interesting dinner companion than the rest. “ i loved their lemon cheesecakes. i wonder if it's changed. should we have it for dessert? ”
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› sebastian valmont & pippa valmont , @soixantequinze location: valmont media headquarters , noon.
pinching the bridge of nose, sebastian repeated his instructions, syllables carrying a harsher bite the second time spoken, and ended the call seconds after the employee communicated he understood. a glance at the clock told him he wasn't as delayed as he'd thought. irritation was buried when he stepped out of his office, greeting his sister with a smile. call might've delayed planned lunch but it wouldn't ruin it. ❝ now that the fire is dealt with, what restaurant am i paying for lunch at ? ❞ assumed he'd be the one covering the bill. what were big brothers for, after all?
a single red line ghosts over her vision. she sees it over sebastian’s face, over the smile he gives her, innocent of the fire she had to deal with. she places a hand on his shoulder for support and a quick peck on his cheek in greeting. “ nothing fancy, i hope you don’t mind. i reserved us a table at le pavillon. did you get a thank you text from nana for the mother's day gifts? ” she starts towards the elevators, walking alongside seb. “ we should all still be expecting cards. mom says nana’s not giving that up yet. ”
OPEN STARTER : laurence riordan a random cafe near graham records
laurie looks up at the footsteps beside their table, flipping its notebook closed and pulling it out of the way to make space for their guest. the other goes to speak, and laurie holds up a hand. “ give me a sec, ” they say, downing the last of their coffee before setting the cup down. “ okay, i'm all ears. what's got you looking like someone hid vegemite in your chocolate ? ”
she plops down the seat opposite with a pathetic thump. “ someone outbid me on the dior dress i wanted ! ” she groans and lays her forehead against the table, an image of utter defeat. “ i already bought the shoes and the bag to go with it ! and now it's gone. i bet it went to a reseller who'll mark up the price by another couple thousand. ” she sits up slowly, revealing a faint red spot on the center of her forehead. " and i actually don't mind vegemite. "
