#headcanonday2

[nicole--whitman]

Love Language

I don’t think love has got a language. It probably sounds really silly, but, uhm, if you take away all the jokes about French and about… speaking through touching as a language to love, I’d say that love is a language on its own. It’s a… phenomenon of electric impulses and chemicals in our brain, sure, but… it’s so unique to us, isn’t it? To us, humans. It, uh… it’s wonderful a-and absolutely amazing, and so universal. It’s understood by everyone. 

OOC: And suddenly, it seemed as though she couldn’t even hold a normal conversation without having his face pop up behind her eyelids. She wasn’t done thinking, because she was always set back. She doubted he knew she was still thinking, still fretting, and still turning it around in her head, stuck on repeat. She doubted he knew that while the thought of it all ending frequently tried to become clearer to her, like a friend saying “Enough is enough,” a resistance always rose to meet it, and beat her all the way back to square one. Back to thinking it through. She doubted he even knew how strongly she held onto that last thin thread. Nicole realized, after coming back to square one for the umpteenth time, why she was coming back there in the first place. Why she wouldn’t let go. Why she wouldn’t leave, and say goodbye. If only she had courage enough to tell Xerxes any of that — but she was sure she was the last person on earth he wanted to see. 

[nicole--whitman]

Soulmates

Soulmates, they’re… I want to believe in them. I, I mean - I do, but it’s… tricky.  Isn’t it? I’ve seen them on television, and I’ve… seen them in real life, but… I don’t think I’ve ever— but, you know, how do you really know when you meet your soulmate? Some people believe in them and some people don’t, and for all that belief and disbelief put up against each other, people seem to find soulmates either way, when they least expect it, and whether they’re aware of it or not. It’s a matter of perspective, I guess. Some soulmates are, uhm, are taken away from each other, and… I suppose others aren’t. I hope I’ll find mine, some day. And that he’s not taken away from me. Or that he doesn’t leave, or… that I don’t leave him. 

OOC: One name. Just one name. She won’t let herself think of it, though. 

[nicole--whitman]

charles

My friend. My wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful friend.

OOC: Charles is the first proper friend Nicole has had since… probably ever. She grew up quite friendless, as she rather spent time with her aunt and her family, and this made her shy away from any friendly advances. But then a year ago, Charles came to her university to hold a seminar, and the determined man managed to peel away the layers and get under her skin. Their frequently growing friendship over Skype soon blossomed into Nicole’s first real trust-based friendship, one that she could truly and fully be herself in. She doesn’t know it’s on a lot of false ground, but, nevertheless. 

[nicole--whitman]

Autumn.

Though there are flowers blooming in the autumn, I suppose most people would expect a florist not to like it too much, due to none of these blooming in the city. At least not in Annapolis. But! But - I love the autumn. All the colors nature can create all on its own, and the freshness of it all. It’s wonderful! Especially all the fallen leaves. They’re magnificent. Some fall when they’re not ready, others cling on until they physically can’t — and they all create this wonderful explosion of colors. I— well, it’s… it’s just wonderful.

[nicole--whitman]

You.

Me? Like, define myself? I, uh… I don’t know if I want to do that. N-Not because I’ve— or that I’m— well, it’s not an easy task, you know? I know my mom would say that I wouldn’t do myself justice no matter what I said, but, she’s my mom, so naturally she’ll say that. A person is different from all points of view. Mine isn’t too interesting. And probably not reliable, either. But then again, whose is?

[nicole--whitman]

Fear

Everybody’s… afraid of something, I guess. I’m, uh, I’m afraid of deep waters because I’m a horrible swimmer. I haven’t been swimming in three years! But, uhm… overcoming fears is important, too. When you’re ready, I mean. And when you truly want to. 

[nicole--whitman]

Favorite plant?

Coral bells. Definitely, definitely, definitely coral bells. If the shape and growth of them isn’t enough to bring happiness to your mind, you should know that they attract butterflies and hummingbirds! 

[notagainnoah]

whiskey

I don’t much mind what alcohol it is; s’long as it’s alcohol. Whiskey can be nice, though. If not t’drink, see, s’pretty fun setting it on fire. Dunno why’d anyone waste’t like that, really, but hey - to each his own, I s’pose.