fairest of them all

when you smile and you sing everything is in tune and it's spring and life flows along with a SMILE and a SONG sorrel white.

[sorrelwhite]

♡ / complimenting them @darliingwendy​

sorrel had learned to make do over her months at elias; slowly she had adapted once again to an everchanging world. although she is small and looked awfully frail, she has always been deceptively thrifty and hardened. with a limited budget, she had worked hard on collecting a wardrobe of clothes she liked -- often each one with small embroided flowers on hems or collars, to always mark them as her own.    when pointed out, she’d often react in a blubber, wordless sounds, and fluffing her own hair. twirling a curly strand in her forefinger, sorrel at least managed to get out a small; “ thank you “ before adding in

  “ it’s really such an old thing though !  i’ve learnt that any old thing can become as good as new with just a little bit of polish and elbow grease. but really, this little dress is nothing in comparison to you ! that dress -- it looks like it must have cost a fortune, honestly ! “

[sorrelwhite]

ofsundropsx·.

Reagan bottom lip capture between her teeth as she looked at the girl before her. There was a sense of guilt that weighted in her stomach. It was a harmless lie sure but now she had someone making a fuss over her. She almost wanted to eat the dang hazel nuts if it meant people wouldn’t worry when they didn’t have to. The blonde didn’t want to be a bother but she now had to follow through. “It’s true they can’t. Would you like it then if I get a new one?” Reagan offered, big eyes fixating on the crotch project before her. “ooh, what are you making it looks beautiful!”

 “ well -- : “ teeth chewed on the bottom of apple red lips,    it was an empty pause, meant only to be polite. sorrel had already made up her mind -- obviously, she couldn’t just let a perfectly good sundae go to waste. “ well -- i couldn’t just let perfectly good food go uneaten -- and if they were just going to throw it away -- “     an impish smile,   it was true that sorrel barely had a mischievous side of her, yet the pitter patter in her chest excited her --! surely, there was nothing wrong, but if nonetheless, felt an odd sense of danger -- eating food that wasn’t hers. so generously gifted.   “ oh ... this? “ she asked, holding up the cross stitch pattern, “ it’s a -- well, it’s supposed to be a little art piece to hang on the wall -- !  it’s going to be a gift. “ 

[sorrelwhite]

TASK 015: WHAT’S ON TV? -> sorrel’s letterbox account !

julie & julia / the great british bake off / eat pray love / master chef junior / pushing daisies / itaewon class / age of youth (hello my twenties / ella enchanted

[redvelvetcult]

💚💛

[ofsundropsx]

“Oh,” Reagan commented as she looked at the ice cream before her. It’s not that she was a picky eater or anything - Reagan was hardly ever a fussy person but she didn’t know that the sundae she had picked came with chopped hazelnuts. The nut used to be one of Reagan’s favorite food. Every year for her birthday her mother would make her famous hazelnut soup that Reagan absolutely adored but ever since leaving her tower and Gothel, Reagan couldn’t taste or smell hazelnut without being reminded of her time locked away. She was too nice to demand a new ice cream or file a complaint so she did the next best thing in her mind. “Would you like this? I’m allergic to nuts.” she lied offering the stranger next to her the forzen treat.

[sorrelwhite]

“ o - oh ? “ sorrel’s chestnut brown eyes widened slightly at the sudden conversation;  had she looked odd? in an ice cream parlour with only a small cup of tea she had been ever so carefully rationing out. a sip every few minutes or so, the formerly hot liquid now the dictionary definition of tepid. she’d brought a small crotch stitching project, that now sat aimlessly in her lap, dropped at the sudden offer. 

sorrel offered her best smile, as brilliant and shining as always,  “ are - are you certain? i’m sure the staff wouldn’t mind remaking it if you told them it was an allergy ! those things just can’t be helped, you know ... “ 

[sorrelwhite]

marinette​.

“A bit of the magic was lost having grown up there and lived there for so long. But I can say I do miss it.” Which was true she did miss it just not enough to want to go back.  “Getting a fresh start here, I was under too much pressure in Paris. What about you?”

“  oh,  yes,    that’s  understandable  -- “  sorrel  hummed  in  agreement.   although,   such  opinions  had  never  really  crossed “always  a  sun  behind  a  silver  lined  cloud” sorrel.        “  --  but  ah  me?  well,    it’s  an  awfully  long  story  ... “  she  fussed  with  her  hair  slightly,  fixing  the  short  curls  before  continuing,   “  a  fresh  start  too,  you  could  say.      yes,    a  fresh  start,  new  experiences  and  all  that ! “

[redvelvetcult]

reveluv revival: week 9

favorite photoshoot: joy for dazed korea (2019)

[sorrelwhite]

winnie.

Winnie’s face lit up like a Christmas tree when the other offered her some sweets in return. “Well thank you very much, m’am! This looks so yummy! What is it, exactly?” Winnie inquired, popping the sweet into her mouth. Her eyes closed in euphoria and she hummed happily to herself, her shoulders  moving up and down in delight to an unspoken rhythm. “These are amazing! I just love sweets, don’t you?”

Realizing she probably needed to introduce herself, she hastily added, “Oh, I’m Winnie by the way! It is very nice to meet you!”

         “oh,  well  it’s  a  rhubarb  and  custard. “  sorrel  replied  softly  to  the  question.  she’d  never  had  much  of  a  sweet  tooth  growing  up,  but  she’d  always  had  a  penchant  for  old  fashioned  hard  boiled  sweets  when  given  the  option  (  which  was  unfortunately,  quite  a  rarity  past  the  age  of  six.  )  sorrel’s  smile  couldn’t  help  but  brighten  at  winnie’s  positive  reaction,  seeing  so,  she  decided  it  was  only  fair  to  enjoy  the  taffy  as  well. “ oh  my,  this  one’s  quite  chewy  --  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  had  something  like  this  before.  it’s  quite  splendid  indeed, “ she  spoke  whilst  covering  her  mouth,  trying  not  to  laugh  through  the  splendour  of  the  odd  chewy  sweet.

it  took  her  a  moment  to  finally  finish  the  sweet,  using  her  spare  moment  to  signal  that  she  was  waiting  before  beginning  to  speak  again  --  manners,  and  all  that,  “  my  name’s  sorrel,    it’s  truly  a  pleasure  to  meet  you  winnie  --  -  are  you  always  so  ... “  she  paused  to  think  of  the  best  word  to  describe  winnie’s  open  and  outgoing  personality  before  settling  on, “  welcoming? “

[sorrelwhite]

kit·.

Kit swallowed, finding a place to scratch on his scalp.  “You could definitely say that.”  To say he had an awful lot going on was the dictionary definition of an understatement.  Uprooted from his home against his will, trying but failing to make peace with Florian, and…whatever on Earth was going on with Ella.

He found himself smiling again, the abundance of sweets now making sense.  “Ah.  That explains it.  I’ve heard about folks like you.  And personally, I think it’s fortunate that you find such a delightful outlet for your worries.  When I’m overwhelmed, I just find myself walking all over creation like a homeless man.”

     sorrel  allows  herself  a  light  string  of  laughter,   hiding  it  slightly  behind  her  raised  hand.  a  little  tick  from  growing  up  she  was  trying  to  shake  as  much  as  she  could.  she  didn’t  want  to  give  the  impression  that  she  was  laughing at kit,  someone  laying  themselves  so  bare  in  front  of  a  practical  stranger.

   “  going  for  a  walk  is  a wonderful way  to  clear  your  head  -- “  perhaps  she  was  biased  in  that,   a  trait  shared  by  someone  who  equally  waltzed  into  her  life.  although,  it  wasn’t  sorrel’s  choice,  more  by  old  castle  rules  than  choice,  however.          “  --  far  less  dangerous  then  baking  you  know.  see,  look  at  me  now,  far  too  much  bread  and  pastries  for  a  singular  person.  I’m  reliant  solely  on  the  charity  of  nice  fellows  like  you. “

[ihearyou-joanna]

Winnie hummed to herself as she snarfed down some pieces of honey candy from the candy store, her legs swinging to and fro underneath the park bench. The park was one of Winnie’s very favorite places in Elias. All sorts of wonderful friends seemed to come and go through here, bustling about doing all sorts of things. At this moment, Winnie noticed a rather troubled looking person who stopped just in front of her bench, glued to their phone with intense intent.

This didn’t phase Winnie in the slightest, as the prospect of a new friend became much too great for her to withhold herself. “Hello there! You look like you could use some cheering up. Would you like a taffy?” she chirped, holding out the bag with a bright smile and a gaze as warm as the sun above.

[sorrelwhite]

       sorrel was acting as sorrel always did -- going out for her daily bit of exercise, saying hello’s to the friendly faces she’d come to know, and most importantly, to the friendly fish in the pond. without her old cleaning schedule to guide her, or small roommates to tidy up after -- sorrel had become somewhat aimless in her day to day life. she was considering getting a job of some kind -- perhaps enrolling in some classes at the university ? surely, no harm could come from that.

scrolling through the local job listings on her old, run-down phone, she squinted at the tiny pixels. job experience? did she have any of that ... ?  life was just so complicated, but she’d make it through, she knew that much. but as she was giving herself some much needed reassurance -- another bright voice broke her train of thought,

  “ oh hello ! “ she responded, matching said smile,  “ well, i guess i couldn’t say no if you’re so kindly offering but,” sorrel reached into her own bag for a small tube of sweets she’d been carrying with her, “i couldn’t just let you go empty handed.”

[sorrelwhite]

marinette·.

Marinette gave Sorrel a bright smile herself. Honestly the homemade sweet made her feel better. She missed being able to run downstairs to the shop and grab a sweet anytime she could or wanted. “I am from Paris my family owns a bakery near the Eiffel Tower. It was a pretty magical place but I think Elias has its own charms as well.”

      “  that  does  sound  magical  -- “  sorrel  confirmed  with  a  soft  sigh,   oh  what  the  girl  would  give  to  be  able  to  travel  the  world.   she  had  been  so  sheltered  growing  up  in  the  bellows  of  her  step-mother’s  castle,   these  fancy  towns  had  been  a  mere  fantasy  in  her  picture  books. “  but  you’re  right,  elias  is  wonderful  too.   what  brings  you  to  this  fair  town? “

[sorrelwhite]

marinette·.

Marinette was pretty new herself and didn’t know many people. Let alone have someone she exclusively called friend. Besides Adrien that is. But really there was only person ever that she hadn’t liked, always giving people the benefit of the doubt. Marinette took a small bite of the pie, smiling brightly, “Its delicious!” Taking another bite, “Makes me miss home.”

“  oh!  i’m  so  glad  to  hear  that  --! “  sorrel  clasped  her  hands  together  --  the  politeness  of  her  smile  all  but  forgotten  in  an  unbridled  grin  of  happiness  --  an  expression  so  bright  that  the  sun  itself  could  become  envious. “  home  ~  hm!  oh  can  i  guess?   are  you  from  paris  !  oh,   that’s  so  romantic  ...    i  always  wished  to  go  whenever  i  saw  pictures.  “

[katalinarao]

“Oi, watch it!” Katalina yelped as someone rattled the railing she was perched on. She waved her arms and shifted her feet to keep her balance on the thin bar of metal before turning to shoot a vicious glare down at the person that had interrupted her moment of solitude. “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?” She scowled, hands on her hips.

[sorrelwhite]

    sorrel  had  been  humming  under  her  breath  in  her  garden  until  only  a  few  hours  ago  only  to  be  interrupted  by  the  harmonic  chirping  of  a  little  bird  far  too  low  on  the  ground.   it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  baby  birds  to  fall  from  their  nests  --  and  without  intervention,  the  poor  little  thing  would  be  lost  from  its  parents  forever.  she  couldn’t  just  leave   it.    

      it  took  a  good  while  to  find  the  exact  nest  the  bird  was  calling  for  ;  and  sorrel’s  slight  frame  could  only  manage  so  much  under  the  summer  sun.  she  had  used  the  rail  for  a  little  bit  of  balance            unwittingly  rattling  kataline  in  the  process.

 “  oh  my  --  ! “  sorrel  recoiled  in  shock,  the  blue  bird  still  resting  in  open  palms. “  i’m  so  sorry,  i  didn’t  see  --  oh,  i  was  so  focused  on  the  tree  i  hadn’t  even  realised  -- “

[sorrelwhite]

marinette​.

Marinette smiled chuckling a bit, “Don’t worry I didn’t think you meant anything bad by it.” She tapped the bag Tiki hung out in without realizing. It was easy to see that Sorrel was nice and didn’t mean any harm, “You actually would be a really awesome model. If I need one would you mind me dressing you up sometime?” It was always good to have a wide diverse group of people to use for fashion. Marinette prided herself in wanting to be inclusive when she finally had a brand.

“You make a good point. I have always been partly to lime pie or the crazy inventions my dad likes to come up with. But apple is a classic.”

sorrel’s   shoulders   relaxed   slightly,   a   breath   she   hadn’t   even   realised   that   she   was   holding   tumbled   out. “oh,   a   model?    well   i’ve   never   actually   been   in   front   of   a   camera   before   ...   but   i’d   be   more   than   happy   to   help   out   if   you   ever   did   need   someone! “   although   sorrel   was   slightly   embarrassed   at   the   proposition,   she   was   equally   excited   --   both   to   try   something   new,   and   at   the   potential   chance   of   growing   the   buds   of   this   friendship.

    “   it   was   my   father’s   favourite   as   well   --   he   never   baked   anything   but   the   maids   taught   me   the   recipe.    please,   tell   me   what   you   think   of   it   ! “

[sorrelwhite]

torin‌.

Torin looked up from the canvas that stood in front of her, still blank as it had been for the last half hour. She’d hit a bit of a creative block, something that didn’t happen often. Colors usually floated everywhere, inside her head and in the world that surrounded her, she always knew what to mix to make it feel right, to showcase her emotion. Today however she wanted to just dump blue paint and nothing else. Nothing else made sense. The distraction Sorrel was offering was more than welcome, and her eyes lit up, stomach growling at the sight of the pie container, suddenly remembering she’d forgotten to eat lunch.

“That is so sweet,” she smiled widely, a hand coming to rest over her heart. “Are you sure? You can always eat dessert later — what if you want a midnight snack?”

                   “   it’s   alright,    really. “    sorrel   reiterated,   doe   eyes   as   wide   as   the   perfect   smile   on   her   face.    she   had   heard   the   other   girls   stomach   more   than   she   had   heard   her   words,     and   it   was   that   bleeding   soul   that   refused   to   just   let   someone   suffer   in   such   a   way   --   -     

"  i   can   always   make   another   batch   later,   for   a   midnight   snack   if   needed,        it’s   just   -- “   sorrel   ducked   her   head   slightly,    she   could   be   direct   when   needed   to   be,    but   only   when   called   for, “well,   it’s   really   not   good   to   be   trying   to   create   on   an   empty   stomach.    no   one   does   their   best   work   whilst   their   hungry,   and   it’s perfectly fine   to   take   a   break. “    she   looked   a   bit   flustered   from   so   bluntly   stating   her   opinion.   she   tutted   lightly,   trying   to   retrack   and   soften   her   sentiments, “   taking   care   of   yourself   ...   well,   that   should   always   be   a   top   priority. “ 

[sorrelwhite]

kit·.

“Thank you so much.”  Kit watched patiently as she packed up practically half a pie.  The crust on its own looked so delicate as she maneuvered the slices…  Did they have ice cream back at the house?  This simply demanded ice cream.

“Ha.  If they heard you say that, they’d laugh.”  Well, Florian certainly would, in any case.  “We’ve had a bit of a rough patch lately…but I’m trying to smooth it over as best I can.  And this certainly won’t hurt,” he added, giving his new package a punctuated lift.  “I’m sorry, you don’t need to hear my life story.  Were these for a special occasion?”

   “   my   friends   always   did   say   that   the   way   to   anyone’s   heart   is   through   their   stomach   ... “   she   mused   lightly,   words   spoken   softly   and   rose-tinted.   she   would   still   consider   the   huntsman   her   friend,   despite   everything,   and   he   certainly   always   could   be   swayed   with   an   extra   helping   of   pheasant   pie   she   had   come   to   realise. 

  “   it’s   alright   though,   i   really   don’t   mind   --    it   sounds   like   you’ve   got   an   awful   lot   going   on   right   now,   and   well,   it’s   always   best   to   not   bottle   up   how   you’re   feeling. “   she   added,   the   wistful nature   of   her   tone   harshening   up   to   a   more   stern   expression.   a   sharp   difference   from   the   still   entirely   pleasant   smile   on   her   face.   although   sorrel   may   look   youthful   and   naive,   she   did   have   astute   knowledge   every   once   in   a   while.   

“   but   no,     no   occasion.   i’m   a   stress   baker   really,     it’s   how   i   don’t   bottle   up   said   feelings.”

[sorrelwhite]

spots-on-marinette·.

Marinette smiled a bit nodding, “Yeah just a blank paper that should have something on it already.” Shaking her head closing it. It was pretty bad that she still was having a hard time getting any ideas for her design class.

She laughed lightly shaking her head, “Oh no, this is my design notebook. It’s where I draw outfits, hats, and things like that.” Marinette did like reading on her down time but not at the moment. “Oh apple that sounds very refreshing.”

  “ oh! how wonderful! “ sorrel remarked, hands clasping together before a moment of realisation passed over her,   “ oh -- the design part, not the ... blank part.” she continued,  fully aware what she meant was most likely implied yet she still felt compelled to fully explain herself to marinette. not wishing for any potential bad blood or misunderstandings between the pair of them.  “ i’m useless when it comes to fashion,  but i do find it very pretty. “ she mused lightly,  albeit, she had little to no experience with clothes in the first place -- so her personal style was still unrefined.

  “ refreshing?  well, i guess you could say so -- - really, a peach tart would have been better, well the most refreshing would be a watermelon but i don’t think you can make that into a tart or a pie. “