#interaction : cherry

[ofecho3s]

             the   rooftop   should   have   provided   some   much   needed   fresh   air   ,   but   cherry   still   felt   both   the   humiliation   and   shame   rush   through   her   from   what   had   transpired   earlier.   there   was   a   reason   why   she   hated   joining   her   parents   at   the   dinners   they'd   spent   months   preparing   for.   she   was   always   used   as   a   prop   ,   something   to   talk   over   instead   of   to   ,   and   cherry   was   expected   to   just   take   it.   after   all   ,   she   was   the   degenerate   disappointment   that   defied   her   parents   and   now   was   so   lost   she   didn't   know   what   to   do   with   her   life.   cherry   would've   preferred   to   be   forgotten.   especially   now. it   had   been   awful   to   see   carsten   appear   next   to   her   father   and   not   be   able   to   reach   out.   but   the   moment   her   father   opened   his   mouth   it   had   turned   into   a   nightmare.   every   mention   of   cherry   had   her   shrink   deeper   into   herself   ,   avoiding   carsten's   gaze   with   every   fibre   of   her   being.   she'd   eventually   managed   to   get   away   and   pushed   through   the   crowd   until   she   finally   felt   the   silence   of   the   evening   air   embrace   her.   she   wouldn't   cry.   she   wouldn't.   crying   wouldn't   her   any   good.   she'd   just   stay   out   here   until   it   was   time   to   go   home   and   carsten   would   hopefully   forget   this   ever   happened.  @st4nheight

[exinmortui]

where: the weiss wedding when: march 20th, 1997 who: cherry turner-weiss & open ( @boneyardstarters )

The Turner-Weiss wedding reception is in full swing and everything is going according to plan. Cherry performs the role of the overinvolved bride with ease— only the most recent of many masks worn over her fifty or so years of life. She double checks the cutlery. Triple checks the flower arrangements. She would having nothing less than extraordinary on the day of her matrimony.

Extraordinary indeed is the speech delivered by the youngest Weiss daughter. As Cherry anticipates (hopes), the beginning of her speech is saccharine and sweet upon first glance, just as she is. The fragments begin to appear, until she falls apart entirely. Cherry's expression, which gradually metamorphosizes from delight to horror, and alongside Cassandra and Elias, is the main recipient of the crowd's scrutiny.

When Cherry is met with sympathy from other guests, she assures them she's only concerned with her stepdaughter's well-being. She'd been taking her mother's absence pretty hard, and her father's decision to remarry hadn't helped her... fragile state of existence. It was especially hard to take, especially in lieu of Petra's absence from the arrangement— but Cherry remained resilient, refusing to give up on family so easily.

How easily they eat that shit up. Like hoards of human vultures, they jump at the chance to feast on the misfortune of others. Cherry took measures to ensure she'd come out as the sympathetic party when the speech debacle took center stage in some socialites' gossip exchange.

"It's a shame, really. She's been trying her best, but..." she trails off, never addressing anything in specific, but enough to plant seeds of speculation. "It's a hard position to be in." She clutches her champagne glass close to her chest, grief and concern still evident in her voice, and sighs, offering the guest beside her a consolation smile. "Still, I hope you've been enjoying the festivities otherwise?"

[exinmortui]

who: cherry & elias (@thoroughfxre) where: solstice apartments

In one of the Solstice Apartments, Cherry Turner unexpectedly lay sprawled across the sun-bleached sofa in the living room. Though she'd begun spending most of her time at the Weiss manor, scheming of any kind always occurred off premises. It's why Cherry chose to keep one of the leases of her old apartments, a location known only to her and Elias. A shrine, a moment frozen in time— a continuous reminder of the life they clawed their way out of.

Elias always knew where to locate her if necessary, and today is no different. The early stages of kingmaking were upon her. The wedding only marked their redebute into high society as Weisses. When the time came, it would be up to Elias to solidify his role as Don. Cherry could only aid in clearing the pathway.

"Your final fitting went exactly as planned, I'm assuming," Cherry says, amidst double-checking some documentation from the wedding's venue. Despite none of the burden falling on her regarding wedding planning, she performs the role of the meddling, future wife masterfully. In the presence of her only son, the mask slips away. "I'll accept nothing short of your Sunday best if you're walking me down the aisle." She's only teasing, for Elias has inherited Cherry's immaculate sense of style.

[ofecho3s]

starter   for   @aconites   based   on   this

             "so   ,   do   you   usually   stare   at   me   when   i   dance   in   my   underwear   ?"   she   asked   ,   not   feeling   ashamed   in   the   slightest.   truth   be   told   ,   this   wasn't   the   first   time   cherry   had   seen   her   best   friend's   sister   stare   at   her   whenever   she   came   by   to   visit   the   parents.   this   was   just   the   first   time   she'd   noticed   cherry   staring   back.   "did   you   like   the   show   ?"

[ofecho3s]

             "what   do   you   think   ?"   cherry   twirled   ,   showing   off   her   dress   to   adonis   as   she   waltzed   up   to   him.   adonis   was   the   only   thing   making   these   events   worth   it   ,   and   they   were   drawn   like   moths   to   a   flame   whenever   they   were   forced   to   join   their   parents   for   one.   "i   think   i   look   fucking   gorgeous.   my   parents   looked   at   me   like   …   well   ,   like   they   usually   do."   her   smile   froze   slightly   ,   before   she   rolled   her   eyes.   "i   can't   help   that   i'm   just   radiating   raw   sex   appeal.   i'm   aiming   to   find   a   sugar   daddy   by   nightfall."   it   was   mostly   a   joke. @shwbusiness