#{c:scarlet}

[michaelaisms]

The number one job as a big sister had always been to support her siblings in whatever they chose to do, which was why the instant Scarlet had decided to keep her baby, she’d thrown herself into helping however she could. In true Michaela fashion, she’d gotten a little too excited and ended up finding the cutest onesie that was meant to resemble a ballerina outfit and she’d bought it in every colour it came it - it was too perfect not to. She’d also stopped and bought some crystals meant to give newborns the best start, something she knew not everyone believed in, but it never hurt to have in case they did work. Then she’d stopped to buy her sister a charm bracelet with a topaz charm as well as Scarlet’s own birthstone. Arms laden with bags, she smiled as she found the two girls she was looking for, glancing down at the baby. “I swear she looks exactly like you as a baby. If she was born a twin, I would have bet anything we were in some twilight zone where history was repeating itself.” She mused, speaking softly so as to not disturb anyone. “How are you feeling today? Do you need anything? Or do you need a break from people asking if you need anything?” @ethercals​

[endurexsurvive]

“what have i told you about scuffing your new shoes?” poppy berated softly as she looked down at the small child next to her. tiny fingers were held tightly in her own as the pair waited for the lights of the crossing to change. she could feel chloe itching to move beside her, the clear impatience of young children a constant source of amusement for the blonde. just that morning she’d tried to tell chloe that she had to wait to eat the doughnuts on the kitchen counter because poppy had to check they had enough and chloe had decided that crying to vent her annoyance had been a great decision. not that poppy ever considered her daughter over dramatic or spoilt enough to think her demands should be met immediately but she was like her mother....when she got something in her head she wanted it. well, technically, it was something she got from both of her mothers. when the green man flashed up on the crossing, poppy’s arm was tugged forward into its shoulder socket as chloe tried to race across the white lines. “we’re already late. mommy will be waiting!” chloe insisted as poppy took longer strides to keep up. only by five minutes, poppy thought begrudgingly and only because some asshole had cut her off at a turning and caused her to have a minor breakdown about her daughter’s safety. as they approached her ex-wife’s home, chloe’s smile grew wider, showing off all the gaps that the tooth fairy had been forced to shell some cash out for. “are you going to knock?” poppy asked sweetly as her daughter dropped her hand and dashed toward the front door. the pounding of her fist on the wood was unnecessarily enthusiastic but it made the blonde’s face creased in an adoring smile. and when chloe pushed the letterbox open and shouted for scarlet through the gap, poppy was practically holding her sides with laughter. when the door finally opened, the tall blonde was still grinning. “you didn’t answer quick enough. she was going to kick it down any moment...” @unsctisfied

[solarad2]

@scarlet-gryffon

Sierra stood in front of the spear station. Though the trident, for her, was already mastered, she lacked in throwing the spear with her right arm. The left was perfectly established, but that’s because she was used to doing so back in District Four. 

She grabbed the longest one she could find on the rack and positioned herself steadily, her body turned to the side and her right foot holding posture from behind with the left one in the front. A large grunt escaped from her throat as she lunged all of her upper body weight forward, finally releasing the spear in the process.

Watching with great hope flooding her expression, it quickly sank to pure disappointment as she watched the spear hit the lower left thigh of the human target. 

It didn’t even hit an artery, she thought so sternly to herself. 

It was then that she realized the large gap of time it would take to finally hit the target above the waist. Much practice will make perfect. 

[brigidcarney-blog]

@scarlet-monet

Brigid had wandered about the exhibition space for few minutes now, her eyes scanning the pieces she had never seen before. While the art itself differed from her own preferences, the subject matters felt far more personal than the perfectly painted flowers and landscapes she usually enjoyed. It was easy to feel connected when she could see herself in some of the art. 

After a quick tour of the gallery, she returned to where she had started. It had always been her preferred method of observing art, coming back to the pieces she felt particularly enamoured with. “That’s quite nice, isn’t it?” she spoke softly, not even entirely sure whether the questioned was addressed to anyone in particular. 

[michaelaisms]

Michaela could admit that she fretted over the people she cared about, and had definitely earned the title ‘mom friend’ - but she couldn’t see the problem. If caring - perhaps too much at times - was a crime, she’d happily plead to being guilty. Though it hadn’t been too long, she felt like it had been far too long since she had some quality time with Scarlet, which lead her to baking the younger’s favourite cookies, and heading up to her room. “Hey.” She started chapping the door. “I have some baked goods, and thought we could have a catch-up over some cliche movie? Or you know... Something else.” She had to hold herself back from saying she was cool, because that had only lead to mocking before, even if it was lighthearted. @ethercals