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[hiemaliis]

‘‘ i have the feeling that this is not a social call. what can i do for you, april? ’’

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[s-extilis]

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      ❝ creative, ❝ he muttered along. they did all have someone to fight, and adrian assumed that he simply hit a phase of being too exhausted and overall lost ( again ) to feel that particular sort of desire. he stood with two cups of coffee, glancing at the other in that specific way of someone who had swiftly regretted delaying their own day to politely inquire and accidentally kicked off an avalanche of chatter.

     one cup was raised to his lips, and he took a sip of the coffee. it was scalding, and once again burnt his tongue, but he merely twitched briefly. it wasn’t new that he did not care about his taste buds whatsoever, after all. after a moment of consideration, he offered the other over to april. it had been meant for mark, but he could get a new cup just fine. ❝ want me to buy out the building he’s in ? think they lost value recently, really, and i’ve nothing better to do these days. ❝

[m--artii]

“Cali was great, Mark. I went alien hunting in the desert—I came up empty, but I did find this great spicy beef jerky place. I have some at home if you’re interested. Oh! Also! I missed you, so I’m going to force you into hanging out with me for a bit longer. I may be small, but I have a good grip.” -wisestfool/april

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          April talked her usual nonsense and Mark, patient for once, waited for his friend talking. He hummed and nodded when appropriate, rolled his sleeves up and stretched his arms and as soon as April was done talking, he scooped her up and hugged her tightly.            ❛ Missed you, Fae. ❜ Was all he said in return, along with pressing a kiss to the side of her head. 

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❛ i’m still a roman, april. you know that, right? ❜

[hiemaliis]

"We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions."

draped over auburn and noel’s chaiselongue, a headache trying to smash her skull into pieces, beatrice was not in the mood.  not in the mood for the hosts gazing deep into each others eyes as if they had never seen each other before.  not even in the mood for dylan talking about the new books he had bought himself for saturnalia.  definitely not in the mood for april’s philosophic output. hell, she had been barely in the mood for felix showing her atticus’ new little house and she adored atticus and …  might be kind of, sort of in love with felix.

still — she had said she would behave, and even if she had said this before her head had declared war on the rest of her body, she would keep her word.  pulling her shawl tighter around her frame and willing the goddamn painkiller she had nicked from auburn’s personal stash to please work, she turned her head to at least look at april.  she should be getting awards for not having left an hour ago and even more for grinning and bearing her headache in silence.

gingerly, she rested her blissfully cold fingers against her forehead and exhaled.  for the first time in a very long time, having low blood pressure was helpful, and she was going to take advantage of this, especially since it did not even draw a lot attention to her.  ‘ ‘ true — and thankfully so, imagine we’d all be stuck in the same place. the absence of progress, of growth would be quite dull, ’ ’  she said sagely as her eyes scanned the room, seeking for either someone she could have a non-conversation with or someone she could redirect april towards.  alas, unless she wanted to send her into the direction of isaac and dion  ( which seemed like a moderately unwise choice ),  there were no options.  reaching for her water glass, beatrice sighed. ‘ ‘ tell me, april, ’ ’ she continued before taking a few sips, ‘ ‘ are there any big commissions you are working on, currently? because i was thinking about commissioning something at some point … and i wanted to wait until what i presume to be the holiday rush has … passed. ’ ’

[aegnite]

April was somewhat distracted as she stayed on the phone with Auburn. She had a new commission that needed to be done by the end of the week and she had been. Well, procrastinating. “—oh, I forgot to ask Noel when we had lunch today. Did Richard like the painting?” --- sent by @wisestfool

‘‘ you can't see me, april, but i'm rolling my eyes at you, ’’ auburn scoffed as she threw herself onto the couch, resting her head against the pile of pillows she had insisted on when they had decided on the living room's decor. really, the pillows made if even cosier than it would be otherwise. ‘‘ of course he liked it. my son has good taste. ’’

current estimations showed that the novelty of saying this would never quite wear of. there was still a tangible softness that appeared whenever she mentioned noel, and she had loved him for . . . a very long time. if she was someone who said things that were typically only found in romance novels, she might call him her fated match, but --- auburn had never liked the notion of fate very much. often, it was only a cheap excuse people made when their decisions had bad consequences. and never would she put noel and a bad consequence into the same context.

( there were things that were just wrong. )

‘‘ my son has good taste, ’’ she repeated, picking up the conversation's red thread once more --- it was a bad habit, her lack of focus had gotten her killed at more than one occasion and yet, she could not stop, ‘‘ and the painting is gorgeous. which reminds me --- noel and i were thinking about a picture for the dining room, but i wanted to see if maybe, either seth or i took a picture --- i need to support all of my friends' businesses, don't i? ’’

[aegnite]

[ txt ]  👁🤔👁👀👽‼️🔙🔜💗💋 [ txt ]  [image attached: April standing in front of a store, shaped like an alien spaceship in the desert]

[ txt ]  april. darling. angel. friend of my soul. [ txt ]  i literally love you, but . . . i just left work. -double shift- [ txt ]  i am tired and only want sleep. [ txt ]  i just spent ten minutes sitting in my car and trying to figure out what you are trying to tell me [ txt ]  and now i tell you that fay is the expert for alien sightings. unless you find a dead alien. -that- would interest me, professionally. [ txt ]  and now i will drive home, drink a smoothie and sleep

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[aegnite]

"Do you have any idea how one /Dion Elwell/ got my number?? He texted me this funny meme, which upsets me for two reasons. One: it was a good one. Two: he somehow still knows me that well. It's infuriating. Also, tell Noel I said hi."

auburn could understand why april was upset and so she sighed softly before setting down her tea cup. who would  not  be upset if someone from the past returned in the present, acting as if a lot of bad things had never happened? if anything, she would have to commend april on her relative calm in the matter; auburn knew that if someone had done this to her, she would be more than just a little furious.

as far as she was concerned, there were two candidates who could have passed april’s number on to dion. first and probably most likely, eleanor. the other redhead had not exactly made a secret out of considering april’s former husband a brother and she was  nice  enough to give out a number if asked, as long as she thought she was doing the right thing. 

the second option, less likely but still probable, was fay … and this unsettled the tall woman a bit. because, yes, fay would probably give dion both the number and whatever information he asked for, but she would do it for all the wrong reasons. auburn did not know what had exactly happened between the second and the fourth that had led to april breaking up with freya, but if she  had  to guess, she would say that whatever it had been had made fay feel bad.

and fay, trying to make up for something she had done wrong, was something that worried auburn more than just a little. mostly because the blonde did not know how to find a healthy middle and tended to sway from one extreme to the other.

“ two  ideas, actually, ” she said slowly, nervously toying with her bracelet. she hoped that this question was rhetorical at best, that april did not  actually  want an answer, but she was not sure. she was rarely  really  sure when it came to april. it was part of the other’s charme, being impossible to predict, after all. “ but show me the meme? i want to see what he considered a good conversation starter. and i think you can tell noel hi yourself, he should be home soon. i asked him to pick rich up from school. ”