—What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name will smell just as sweet. —Romeo and Juliet II, ii, 1-2

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Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea in the world, definitely not the best she’s had in a while, but though she had never been one to bend easily to anyone’s request, Peter had slowly threaded himself into her weaknesses. Sybil hate to admit it. She hated the fact that he had somehow found a way to her heart and that she had let him break it. It wasn’t him she blamed for the pain but herself. After their random meeting at the bar, though, she genuinely didn’t think she’d hear from him again, not for a while at least, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved when she received his text. Granted, she had taken twice as long as she would’ve to replied, but it had been a deliberate choice. Ultimately, she agreed to dinner. She agreed to see him again.

The restaurant was nice, busy but not overwhelming. Upon offering her name to the host the woman led her to a table reserved for two. Sybil had arrived a couple of minutes earlier, more to have a moment to collect herself than anything else. The lights were dimmed but each table had its own lamp, a bouquet of flowers, tablecloth napkins and porcelain plates. She took it in, as if focusing on these little details would help get through this evening without further affecting whatever relationship she had left with Peter, if any at all by now. Above it all, she wanted to hear him, to hear what he had to say, and she wanted to make sure he was okay despite her tough act. It was a few minutes later that she noticed him approaching from the corner of her eye, looking up through her lashes as she offered him a soft smile. “You look like you decided to shower today, finally.” The blonde teased softly, swallowing quietly after speaking, hoping this evening would go better than the one at the bar.

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hey-mr-dj:

DJ chuckled and shrugged. “My parents were more of then ‘oh you wanna do that? ok, lets sign you up’ kinda parents” He told her. He didn’t add that he hadn’t spoken to his parents in nearly 8 years, not wanting to think about it. “I don’t know, I guess we were just that unlucky” He shrugged. “I kinda kept to myself for the first year or so, when I was finally opening up, no one cared about me”

“I’m being unfair, really. I mean, my parents didn’t take it easy on me and they didn’t let me get away with much... but they still gave me the freedom to make my own choice.” After all, she hadn’t exactly taken a ‘safe’ career just for the sake of finances, and they had also let her travel around a lot before going to college. Sure, privileged, maybe, but the experience helped shape her. “If anything, you sound like you’re doing a good job with your girls. I don’t know if they’ll ever forgive you for taking them away from only the best city in the entire world, but I guess Seattle isn’t that bad.I’m sure sooner or later our paths would’ve crossed up there anyways. Maybe not under the best circumstances, though.”

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brettgoldstein:

“I know. It’s pathetic how little I can defend myself. I guess I’m just more of a lover than a fighter.” Brett jokes, laughing quietly at his cousin’s teasing. “Ha, ha. I went to college, thank you very much.” Even if he wasn’t currently putting his degree to  use, it still counted. “He’s definitely way smarter than me though. Law school…I definitely wouldn’t be able to cut it.” Shaking his head, he pockets his phone again, rolling his eyes as he pictures exactly what Sybil is talking about. “Let’s wait on spilling the beans until things are more defined. Who knows, it might not even turn into anything.” The brunette says with a shrug, not wanting to get ahead of himself. “Oh, you know if you’re around the next time we Skype, she’ll ask to see you.” 

“Yes. You’re very much make love, not war... me? Well, I like to see the world burn down to ashes right before my eyes.” Cynical, maybe, also not entirely true. Sybil was just harder to open up, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Even when they were little, she was more likely to stand up agains the ‘bullies’ at the playground regardless how much bigger than her they’d be. “True. I don’t know if any of that stuck, though. Sure you don’t want a refund for that certificate?” It was hard to hold her laughter, trying her best at showing a concerned face. “Is he the one you’d leave your bed for? Because I may have to meet him... say thanks and all for letting me have your room! But no. I won’t be spilling the beans so long as you don’t spill mine. Promise me, Brett Goldstein, you. won’t. say. a. thing.” With her parents knowing Peter and his family, the last thing she needed was having them come with any wild ideas. “Just let me know if that happens so I can at least get some eyeliner and lipstick on. Aunt Sharon can be very demanding when it comes to my makeup.” 

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ramseyoliver:

“That would be great. OH don’t worry, I am not a book thief. That’s a unique name, I like it.”

“I guess I have nothing to worry about then. And yes, well, thank you. It’s Greek. Prophetess, the women who used to interpret the messages from the gods through the oracles. It’s also the title of a Disraeli novel.”

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oliver-scottx:

 Oliver is in his usual stance. His hands are tucked into his pockets while he takes a leisurely stroll up the street. “I’m a professor and researcher for genes and such, to keep it simple. I’m sure I could go off on a whole lecture but I’ll try my best to save that for my students. I promise. If I ever begin just to ramble just know it’s not because I dislike you but rather because it consumes my life at times.” Oliver chuckles. “What do you do?”

“And why must you feel the need to keep it simple? You don’t think someone like me would understand what a geneticist is or does?” The blonde was quick to cross her arms in front of her, her brows arching as she gave an expectant, half unamused look. “I’m a fashion designer and an entrepreneur. Does it tickle your fancy or do you think it inferior to your otherwise impressive CV?”

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Luca: Deal.

Luca: I'm doing some redecorating, can I get your opinion?

Sybil: Very well. I may charge.

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Luca: Hey, can I ask you for a quick favor?

Sybil: No sex, financial or criminal favors.

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brettgoldstein:

Brett doesn’t take Sybil’s surprise as insulting, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips as soon as she starts to question him, her seamless excitement and acceptance enough to make him smile. “Yes, yes, and yes.” He affirms, nodding as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “His name’s Xander…and I think he’s pretty hot. Here.” Pulling up the male’s Facebook profile, Brett passes his phone over to the blonde, letting her take a look for herself. “Mm, I do. Right here on my couch.” Brett jokes, laughing quietly. “Same goes to you, as previously offered. I feel like you’d probably be better in a fight though. I do have a few inches on you though, so maybe that’s an advantage.” Shrugging, he moves to clear their plates, putting them in the sink to wash later. “He’s hot, right? Also, he’s a law student, so…extra hot. Mom and dad would be kvelling.“

“Ooh. Pictures!” The woman turns her hands into fists and lets out an excited whimper before reaching to snap the phone out of Brett’s hands, scrolling through Xander’s profile and assessing each and every one of them going back to at least the beginning fo 2016. “We both know I have a better chance at kicking someone’s ass than you do, Brett. But thank you. It’s the effort that counts, right?” Sybil’s only teasing, laughing softly as she hands back the phone, arms crossed over the counter as she leans forward just staring at her cousin. “Yes. Yes, he’s hot. And he’s smart. Good. You need that around, see if you catch something!” Another chuckle escapes her. “Oh, the joy in aunt Sharon’s face... you can’t tell her unless I’m around to see.”

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brettgoldstein:

“Yeah…I’m happy. Life’s not perfect out here, but…it’s good. I never thought I’d be happy somewhere other than New York, but Seattle’s been good to me. I’m getting my act together.” Shrugging, Brett rubs the back of his neck, half-smiling at his cousin’s offer. “Uh, actually…it’s a he.” He replies, though the brunette isn’t upset at Sybil’s assumption. He had been with Miriam for most of his teens and twenties, so it was fair of her to assume he was seeing a woman. Part of him was nervous for his cousin’s reaction, but he knew that she’d be happy if he was happy, and he was. “No need to go full on pink Power Ranger on anyone, I promise. We’re still feeling things out, but…I’m happy.”

Sybil missed New York City. She missed it with a passion. She missed the busy streets and lavish buildings, the extravagance, the glamour. She was already missing the Cherry Blossoms in Brooklyn’s Botanical Garden. The tulips in Central Park. She missed her favorite coffee shops, the balls, even her mother—as overwhelming as the woman could be. Maybe someday she’d share Brett’s sentiment. Or maybe she’ll feel ready to go back. She wasn’t quite there yet, on either option, but leaned on Brett’s success proudly. “I’m proud.” The blonde chimed, smiling, her brows quickly shutting up and her mouth falling agape at the revelation. Sybil couldn’t find her words quick enough but her features were transparent as they went from confusion to surprise to pure excitement. “Oh.” Was all she could muster, her lips pursed. “A he. I see. Does he have a name? And photos? Is he hot?” With a shrug, she took back on sipping on her coffee. “Well, if you ever need my services, you know where to find me.” At that, she tilted her head to his couch and laughed.

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brettgoldstein:

Brett would do anything to protect the ones he cared about, and Sybil was easily on the top of that list. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” He murmurs gently, giving his cousin a small smile. “I will, I promise.” The brunette says, his voice serious. “I know you do.” Nodding slowly, Brett finishes off whatever was left in his mug, letting the subject drop. “I hope not. We just haven’t found the right people yet, right? I know that sounds so cliche, but…maybe it’s true. Timing is everything, you know?” Shrugging, Brett runs his fingers through his hair, thinking about how things had been going for him lately. “I’m…kind of seeing someone, actually. I think. It’s new. But it’s good. All I’m saying is…don’t shut yourself off to the idea of being happy with someone, okay? Promise me.”

There was nothing else she could say, not because she didn’t want to but because it was hard to put into words—to express her feelings wasn’t something Sybil was used to or found to be an easy task. Luckily Brett understood her, understood her silences, and his words of support meant the world to her, easing some of the pressure in her chest and making it easier to breathe again. She wanted to believe him, to share his optimism, and maybe for his sake, she did at that moment. That timing was everything. That she shouldn’t shut herself off to the idea of being happy with someone. The blonde offered her cousin a soft nod, smiling as Brett shared a few more details into this new someone of his. “Are you happy? Does she make you happy? Cause I’ll kick her if she doesn’t, you know. I had some practice back when I was in that whole becoming-the-pink-power-ranger phase...”

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ramseyoliver:

“Huh, well I will definitely try to find it. Thanks for the tip. I’m Oliver, by the way.”

“I can lend it to you if you’d like... so long as you promise to return it. I’m Sybil. Pleasure to meet you.”

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linneaunderwood:

“Welcome to Seattle then.” Linnea says with a smile,  nodding slowly. “Cheers.” Lifting her own glass, she clinks it against the blonde’s before taking a sip, letting out a quiet sigh. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Sybil returned the smile, sipping softly on her drink. She was beginning to doubt Seattle had been a good choice but it was too late now. She couldn’t just up and go, not after all she had invested to open her shop in town, all the permits, everything. “I just hope men around here are better than that.” The blonde laughed, looking back at the man the redhead had ran away from. “Although I think I’m going to put a halt on that search for a while regardless.”