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Typically, before the funeral starts mourners will gather together to perform a ritual known as Kriah, which involves making a symbolic tear in one’s clothing. Ripping a shirt, sweater or blazer. Over the heart, if the deceased is a parent, over the other side for other relatives. Kriah can also be done the moment you hear that a loved one has died or at, or after the funeral. The idea is to do it in a moment of intense distress. — Sarah Hurwitz, Here All Along: Finding Meaning, Spirituality, and a Deeper Connection to Life-in Judaism (after Finally Choosing to Look There)
velvetipped:
𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 ; fern jessop & @solscriven !
❝ an old memory is still an extremely valid one. ❞ i have my own - some fond, others not so much but i like to think that they shaped me into the person that i am today ; the good, bad and the ugly. ❝ the first kiss in our life is always an important one. i remember my own - although not at all romantic. it was with a boy, actually . . . my first senior school boyfriend. there, unfortunately, was no rush bush. it was behind a wall in the school playground actually. and it was awful. i think at that point, i had a crush on my best friend diana, but admitting to myself that i liked girls seemed too scary at that point. ❞ i have to laugh a little at the memory. what a strange time teenage-hood had been, it feels like a life time ago. i almost forget that we’re here to take photographs of me. i can’t say that i’m overly keen on the idea of a camera being held towards me - a prying eye, one might say. but needs must.
❝ asking a florist what their favourite flower is, is very dangerous territory. do you have all day? ❞ but i ponder on it for a second and pluck the name of a flower that i believe might be my favourite ( amongst a long list of others. ) ❝ my simple answer would have to be a sunflower because they indicate the start of warmer weather. they also represent longevity and loyalty which is an added bonus, i think. ❞ i could go on and on forever, so i stop there with that answer. ❝ how about we take a break from the photographs? can i buy you a coffee? i’m not sure i can take much more posing for a while. i’m not a natural born model, that’s for sure. ❞
𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍: 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚙
Ah, the memories in which shaped her, too, were much the same, though many of them more unpleasant than good she would later conclude. When Fern admitted that her first kiss had been with a boy, she recalled the last time she had been physical with another. It had been in the bathroom stalls of a bar with a man she couldn’t even remember the name of; that was a low point for her, but having just lost her father, she would give herself a little bit of sympathy and it was only so that she was able to feel something else besides the emotional pain of his loss.
Ronit listened with interest, indeed, being a teenager had been CHALLENING, it was, perhaps the most rebellious time of her life and she wondered how different it would have been if she had someone pay attention to her when she needed it. “Actually, I don’t think I ever really admitted I liked girls until I was at least in my twenties. It - just was with Esti, I didn’t really have a name for it, but coming here, moving to New York, it was like another world was opened entirely.” That and there was no longer the oppression she had been sentenced to, having been born as an Orthodox Jewish girl.
“Well, the camera seems to love you Ms Jessop, you are very photogenic.” This time she gazed away from the lens to look at her, a tilt of her head and she switched the camera to a different angle and allowed her to continue to speak, all the while, snapping away.
The answer to her favourite flower made her feel a little warm, it reminded her of a book she had once read, of a Holocaust survivor and of the forgiveness in which a German solider had sought. To the writer, the sunflower had perhaps represented forgiveness. A faraway smile pursed against her lips and she put the camera down and allowed it to hand from her neck, the Nikon lettering flashing bold against the black.
“I could do with a coffee and a cigarette.” She pulled out a half-smoked pack and offered one to Fern, unsure as to whether she smoked or not, but thought to be polite. “I spotted a coffee shop a few places from here, shall we go there?”
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Perhaps Marisa was being too cruel. She knew that she could never really have Asriel Belacqua, nor could he truly have her, and yet he was so captivating to her that she continued to flirt with him. It was a taunting, almost mocking flirting, like trying to tantalize a bull. Currently, she could only imagine what he was like in a sexual manner, but some part of him suggested to her that he had a similar cruelty. For whatever reason, this intrigued her more.
When she heard Lord Asriel was going to be here tonight, she added touches to herself without thinking. A bit of cleavage, a soft hint of perfume, as well as thinking of things she could say to him. She enjoyed talking with him immensely. Edward wasn’t stupid by any means, but Asriel’s intellect matched her own. Plus, they were both members of the RAI. Unlike she and Edward, they actually had plenty to talk about.
The golden monkey spotted Stelmaria from across the room with keen eyes, and without instruction began walking towards her and her human. Marisa followed suit, deciding to play it off as a host greeting one of her guests at this party, at least at first.
“Good afternoon, Lord Asriel.” she spoke, her voice light and airy. As actually instructed this time, her daemon remained composed, holding himself back by Marisa’s ankles. He glanced over to the snow leopard though.
𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍: 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛
The spotted tail curled around his ankle, a curt bow of the head from the cat, though the growl at the back of her throat gave no indication that there was genuine pleasure in being here. “Mrs Coulter, Marisa.” The slip of her name on his lips had him grinning behind a façade of professionalism, and his head bowed in greeting, though his eyes never left hers. Whether it was a standoff, or something else, there wasn’t much time to analyse such behaviour between the two people.
Asriel didn’t usually mind such functions, but tonight he felt wanton, perhaps even caged by the dullest of their society, and although there was meaning for the ambiguity of such an occasion he really only had one reason to attend this evening’s social cluster of drudgery. (perhaps he could make it two if he counted Coulter).
“I had hoped you would be here, much better than an evening’s worth of pointless seminars to put me one to sleep on political agendas, I guessed the mention of dust piqued your interest.” He realised he was speaking rather loudly, and he pursed his lips before it was replaced by a mischievous smile.
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 !
Alexander Nicolas Armas (mel’s husband - alex’s father) & Mel.anie Cav.ill
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( solscriven. ) ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴘᴇʀᴅ
Plants were placed over the most sunny spot, while roses had to be taken care of away from the window… many adjustments depending of weather, humidity, locations, pots, and even more details only a few people could know. Dinah, Pam probably even better than her, and others flower shops in Gotham.
A couple of days at the shop were well deserved, no call from Oracle - weird, but Babs was taking a break, and honestly, Dinah couldn’t say she didn’t need some time off from the crimes around. Although, her body needed actions and adrenaline. She made a mental note to stop by the gym, and more importantly by the pizza place. Only ten minutes, and that four cheese pizza would be in the bottom of her stomach.
Leaning her elbows over the counter, she looked back at the door as a customer entered, she smiled, “It’s… plastered on the door,” she gestured with fingers, but kept her smile, “You’re fine.” Dinah walked around to stand before her, but still leaned against the furniture, “Flowers. We’re full of them. What kind ? What occasion ?”
𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚈: 𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙷 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
Leaning backwards to look at the very obvious sign she grinned, giving the woman a small shrug. “Good job i’m not a brain surgeon or anything then... but, you might want to update your website. It’s just a sad google page with a phone number on.” She held her phone up for the woman to look at; no opening or closing times on there, perhaps a few no comment reviews (at least the shop had some high ratings).
A breath in, she could smell the strong aroma of lilies, and perhaps various other fragrances, though she didn’t much like lillies, they reminded her of death, and even though she worked closely with such fatality, it brought her back to her father’s funeral when she had been a young girl. Blue eyes darted around the room - honestly, she didn’t have a clue when it came to flowers. “Erm - how about something that says, ‘yay you didn’t die?’ - i’ll need them sent to Seattle too, if you do postal service?” Walking around she kissed the air with her lips in thought, making a small squeaking sound.
“What about these?” They were yellow, a cheerful colour at least and as she picked them up to give them a whiff, she grimaced. “Pungent.” A small cough and she put them back before shaking her head. “Honestly, if you could pick something out for me, you would be doing the both of us a favour.”
𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚈: 𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙷 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ( @sonicanary )
‘Well, how was your day Amelia?’ “Great, just great. Thanks for asking.” She answered for herself as she hung up the phone, her lips pursed and her brows drew into a frown as she passed her phone under her armpit to push against the door
The small bell rang at the entrance of the shop on her arrival; an odd melody, certainly not a normal bell tone and as she held the heavy door open with her foot she pushed through, taking a brief pause for breath. Eyes wandered around the shop and although it was on the smaller side, it was packed full of flowers- many she hadn’t seen before (though she wasn’t exactly an expert in flora).
“Sorry, I know it’s late, I wasn’t sure what time you closed. Just looking for some flowers.”
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Do you know what you really want? Yes, I do. I do know. I want my dad to know that I loved him. Do you think he knew that?
alcxandra:
@solscriven said: “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened. ” {alexander}
“I’m not angry!” Alex insisted, though her tone and expression implied otherwise. A few deep, slow breaths later and she continued, her voice hard, “It wasn’t your fault, I know that. You had no idea I existed and I thought you were long gone, just an idea in my head for years that didn’t really exist, wasn’t real. Then the freeze happened and… you were for sure dead. Now you’re here and my mom, whom I also believed dead for the past however many months, is also here. It’s just… it’s a lot. Okay?! I’m sorry, but it is. I’m not angry, I’m just…” she huffed, wishing she was at the engine so she could busy her brain with a dozen different tasks to banish intruding, complicated thoughts. “I’m tired,” she admitted, slumping sideways against the side of the train, the light rumbles that coursed through her body comforting her.
“I really don’t know anything about you. I’m just as much you as I am my mother and I know next to nothing. Can you see the issue there?”
𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊: 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕
He would like to say that he UNDERSTOOD, but truthfully, he couldn’t even begin to imagine everything that she had been through, and then some. Alex wasn’t going to pretend he knew the answer or what to do, or even how to behave, but he did know that she needed a BREAK.
“I do.” He said honestly, watching her body slump against the train, the rocking back and forth becoming more natural the longer he spent on Snowpiercer. “What would you like to know? Anything at all...Let’s see. I’m half Cuban, half American, you had a really CRAZY grandmother who would have spoiled you -- ‘you need more meat on you pequeña querida! and would have stopped at nothing to give you every treat under the sun.” He smiled, remembering his mother; he wanted to know what happened to her. “I love theme parks, your mom wasn’t overly fond of them, wanted to be the designated bag holder but I usually got my way...Books, I loved reading, mostly fiction. I played the guitar and I used to sing, your mom was fond of that. I used to sing to you...”
A shake of his head, there was so much he could tell her if she wanted to know.
alcxandra:
@solscriven said: ❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜ (Alex)
“It may well feel that way but, no, I haven’t been avoiding you. It’s a big train.” The sarcasm flowed so freely from Alexandra’s lips as she turned to stare up at the man who was her father. The truth was, she had been avoiding Alex. Subconsciously, for the most part. She had made a habit of making a hasty exit whenever she saw him across a crowded Snowpiercer car. “It’s just a bit… weird… don’t you think? How Mom named me after you,” she commented with narrowed eyes. “You are a complete stranger to me. Hell, Wilford of all people has been more of a father figure in my life, as messed up as that sounds, but it’s just the way it is.” Alexandra shrugged. Although she had no intentions of being cruel, it felt unavoidable, natural. Alexander could handle it, she was sure, he was a fully grown man, after all.
𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊: 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕
No expectation, he had no expectation of the young girl and so he wasn’t entirely at a disadvantage when he confided in his questioning of her avoidance, though he did feel sorry for the AWKWARDNESS that she so very obviously felt around him. With an easy smile he nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a humbled expression. “Yeah, I guess it is kind of weird and you are totally right, I am a complete stranger.” Without giving any emotion away he moved to perch beside the girl at a distance, his forearms resting on his elbows. Fidgeting his feet, he sat back with a clarifying expression on his face.
“I get it...” And he really did; for all those years he had only dreamed of a chance at meeting his child, and there had been so many things that he had wanted to say...but it wasn’t ever how you played it out in your head. A pause. “I’m not EXPECTING anything. I want you to know that, and I’m not going to pretend I haven’t been absent for the entirety of your life either, but the train is big enough for the both of us without you having to go the long route to the engine room.” Putting his hands together he leaned forward. “I guess, what I’m trying to say, is that it doesn’t have to be awkward.” Especially where there was no expectation from the younger Cavill. “You don’t even have to say hello if you don’t want to either. I won’t be offended by it, but I am here, and will be around if you do - need anything.”
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( solscriven ) 𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚂
Complicated. A word that was feared, which could scared the simplest minds. Melanie was used to it thankfully. It wasn’t easy to live with people coming back to life, even though you should be glad they did ! And she was ! But time had passed, things had changed and how was she supposed to work it all out now ? She had made promises, to everyone, how should she be able to keep them for all of them ?
“Of course it is complicated. I hardly wrapped my mind around it yet. Not that I’m not frankly glad you’re here, I just..” she pointed a him then shrugged a thin shoulder, “ It was impossible for me to think you could be coming back.” She paused, “ I mourned you. We even had funerals… an empty coffin. I didn’t even attempt them with Alexandra.” Her thumb began to scratch her knuckle, her eyes lost in the contemplation of that movement.
Melanie shook her head, an awkward spread along her lips at the mention of Ben, “It’s quite complicated, again. it’s probably not as serious as you think it might be. I want you to know Alex, that… I haven’t been able to move on. I persuaded myself that it was what you wanted from above, so i tried, but I only succeeded on losing myself in my job.” It was important for Melanie for him to understand that he was still very present in her life even now. “As much as I like Bennett… I know what it seems like but… we’re essentially partners.” When you spent 99% of your time working together, and 0,00005% fucking over two decades, then no, it wasn’t anything like love. “It’s just… like that.” She was slightly ashamed of herself, but she owed him explanations. “I also want you to know that I’m not the woman you used to know anymore. I’ve done cruel things, things I’m not proud and ashamed. i’ve been mean, a monster… and It weren’t for the train I should have been dead.” She gave him a small smile, but next, she looked down.
When they started to talk about Alexandra, Melanie nodded with a tender smile and a nod, “ I don’t see why you couldn’t? She’s a big girl with her own temper you should know. I can’t promise it’s going to be easy, but… isn’t complicated our thing ?”
𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕
It never used to be. The complexities of their lives were shared between them, which had only made them work better than most couples. Had she forgotten? Had it really been that long between them, she had failed to remember how uncomplicated their relationship had been? -- it had been and he was sorry for it, or was he remembering something entirely different?. Sure, they had their moments like most couples, and their professional life would sometimes get in the way, but their relationship had ENDURED.
There was so much to unpack between the both of them, too much time had passed and there was so much to say -- Alex didn’t even know where to start. “I know, I know.” He soothed, feeling as though she was on the verge of something untamed, wild almost. Perhaps it was the burden of the decisions she had made; he could think of quite a few he had been ASHAMED to make too. “Melanie -” he almost choked out, a husk in his voice which was filled with heavy emotion. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, you owe me nothing.” A shake of his head; he could never see her as anything but Melanie, the woman he had fallen in love with, but he understood that circumstances beyond any of their control had likely led to choices she would have rather not made.
“I’m not here to judge you. I want you to UNDERSTAND that. We have all made choices we would rather have not...and you don’t owe me any explanation about Bennett either -- but thank-you for clarifying the depth of your relationship.” Folding his arms his leather boot toed the console as his arms folded. This was uncharted territory, especially FATHERHOOD and he had absolutely no intention of overstepping whatever thin lines were between him and his daughter, even Melanie for that matter.
A nod. “I can appreciate that -- she is her mother’s daughter is she not?” He tried to make light of it, but truth be told, he was NERVOUS at the idea of reaching out to Alexandra. “Any useful tips?”
