blue fairy

"Fill his days with light. So he'll never be alone." // Single Muse blog for The Blue Fairy for @godscobhq

[thebluefairygc]

Sophia had been completely and utterly out of sorts since her mother's arrival. It is difficult for her to even begin to parse out just how truly, deeply frightened she is for the future of Godscobh, her one place of refuge, now that her mother has come back. And not only that, decided to dip into local politics. It's frightening to be on the precipice of that great upheaval. She knows that it's coming. That her mother wasn't the sort who ever left a stone unturned. Even if Isabelle Majorelle didn't win the election, that hardly meant that her involvement was over. Quite the contrary, in fact. It merely meant that her involvement would be less public, which is even more dangerous than her actually being mayor.

Perhaps she wouldn't feel so much like an injured rabbit waiting for the hawk's claws, if her mother hadn't also invaded her home. Legally, yes, she supposes the house does belong to her. And of course, it looks much better to campaign while living in the same house as your daughter. But her home wasn't her home anymore. Sophia still remains in the southwest wing, and Isabelle now takes up the space in the northwest. They are distinctly separated, and their paths rarely cross, but now there is constant movement in a home usually so still. Political advisors and assistants and caterers and journalists doing interviews and members of the company board all coming and going and climbing around every which way. This too, makes sense. There was so much space in the mansion, using it as office space and not having to pay rent for it was only natural. It is overwhelming. She has retreated into who she was as a child, a ghost holed up in her room playing piano by the window. Except, this time, she has no companion.

And, among all those many sudden faces now having meetings in the parlor room and being shown around the sprawling garden where Isabelle's roses were once again replacing Sophia's lilies, had been Edmund Pevensie. The freckled young man she'd thoroughly embarrassed herself in front of at that corner store, rambling on about her sister for no good reason. Peter's younger brother. He wasn't a frequent visitor, from her observations, a freelancer. But he seemed like a good person. And she cannot in good conscience not say something when this all has the potential to get far worse.

It's after one of these meetings that she's able to catch him before he's able to fly out the door. The massive grounds of the Majorelle house could be labyrinthine at times, which made orchestrating such a thing the next time she knew for certain he was there. She'd lingered in the kitchen, and fiddled with a mug until the time was right.

"Mr. Edmund. Could I have a moment?"

Her voice, usually soft and timid, now had a decisive quality as she called out to him. Still soft, of course, but more firm.

@justedmnd

[pinocchiogc]

Godscobh Task #02 — P’s Style

In one word, P’s style is improvised.

Warm Weather: As a penniless young man who relies on the kindness of others and his own ingenuity to survive, P is severely limited in what he can do when it comes to curating his own sense of style — but that does not stop him from allowing himself the freedom to experiment with what little he does own when the weather is warm enough to permit it. One day, perhaps, he will wear a ragged hoodie and a pair of old shorts. The next, a worn flannel shirt and someone’s ripped shirt he salvaged. It may not be much, but he does make a conscious effort to make himself appear as presentable and put-together as he can be. Cold Weather: As the seasons pass and the weather begins to turn colder, any thought of style becomes secondary to the thought of survival. The elements are harsh on someone who lives a life as exposed as his own and, as such, he will layer on as many clothes as he has in his possession at any given time so as to keep himself warm. T-shirts beneath sweaters beneath hoodies beneath flannels beneath jackets of all kinds. Pairs of pants on top of pairs of pants. Beanies and scarves and gloves and socks — ripped and full of holes as though they may be — to insulate his extremities against the bitter cold, and the warmest, sturdiest set of shoes he can get his hands on. Extra — Someone’s Memory: A collection of bespoke suits in various colors. A sophisticated European boarding school’s uniform. Rich hand-knit wool vests and sweaters, imported name-brand shirts, tailored pants and expensive suede loafers. These were the clothes of a boy of refined tastes and affluent means — A boy for whom nothing less than the best of the best would do. A boy who possessed more wealth than sense. A boy who had thought himself invincible. When the boy was lost forever, these precious few belongings were all that remained of him. The memories of a young life tragically cut short.

[thebluefairygc]

Godscobh Task 02:

While the exact type of clothing varies between professional and casual settings, Sophia's personal sense of style always remains distinct. She has a real penchant for butterfly motifs, and this can be found throughout all of her wardrobe. Her color is blue, in all sorts of shades, but a soft, pastel blue is the color that she is most often seen wearing. She finds that it suits her best. On low days, however, she can be seen wearing deeper, darker colors, and sweaters that used to be quite large on her, that have since shrunk in the wash.

[justedmnd]

"Yes, well, I suppose you could note I'm quite new to town. I only know who I've been introduced to by other people. So if she's... 'missing'? That's definitely why," Not new to the state necessarily, but Edmund had been living in various cities depending on whatever campaign or internship he was working for, so he hadn't settled roots as much as his siblings.

Given the mention of his brother, Ed has to assume that Sophia already knows about the rest of his siblings too. He couldn't imagine missing one of their weddings or not even knowing where they were... Sophia had this almost tragic ability to speak of things like a patient self-harming or a missing sister as though they were as common as the milk in her coffee that morning.

"Why are you apologizing? I asked about her and you told me about her. It's just a shame she makes you so tense."

[thebluefairygc]

The relief that comes from meeting someone before her sister had the chance to is ruined by Sophia assuming that her sister had met them before she had a chance to. It's yet another wrong foot that she feels like she's starting things off on. She never liked it when people made assumptions about herself, so she knows that others certainly don't either. She really ought to be better about that sort of thing. About many things, actually, but this thing in particular.

"I just- I don't know, I feel bad. You were just trying to buy pens and now I'm telling you about my missing older sister. Thats uhm... not exactly a good impression that I'm making. Not that the bloody sweater was doing me any favors either, but- I'm sorry, I'm doing it again."

She's silent for a single beat before the nerves make her blurt things out all over again. Keeping silent was always better, but sometimes she couldn't help herself. She could be so calm in life or death situations. She could be so calm when helping someone through the worst of something horrible, but something like this scattered her brain like nothing else.

"It's not that she makes me tense, really. I tend to make myself tense. Over absolutely nothing, as I'm sure you can tell. And uhm, she was pretty tense too, all the time, from what I can remember of her when we interacted."

[allxtted]

Sloane let her eyes close as she listened to the beautiful sounds of the campsite, tweeting birds and rustling of woodland creatures in the grass yards away from all the humans. It was quite relaxing, and Sophia's voice had a lilting, soothing quality to it, even if Sloane could tell there was a sadness in it.

"Hmm, I don't feel very brave," Sloane could say she'd done a few brave things in life, but only after she'd left the gilded birdcage of her father's mansions and staff.

"You could still learn. We could learn together. It's never too late," She had especially learned that recently, as she had to learn a lot by herself recently, "I won't go skydiving with you though, that's too brave."

[thebluefairygc]

"I don't know, Sloane. I've always thought you were brave. Very brave. You... You come out of your comfort zone. So often. And with such open arms. Maybe it doesn't feel all that brave to you, but you really are brave, I think." Sophia can't help but answer, honestly. She doesn't have to be saying all this. But part of her wants to. She can't say what she herself didn't do to make her feel like she's not brave, but she can say that Sloane is brave, and that she isn't.

But that's undercut by Sloane offering for them to learn together, and even further undercut by the humor of Sloane refusing to go skydiving with her. She can't take herself too seriously when her friend says something like that.

A giggle escapes her, and she can't help but reach out a mischievous hand to poke her in the side.

"So if I went skydiving you'd just let me drop?" She jokes, laughing softly and shaking her head. "Yeah, we'll learn together. Definitely not skydiving."

[grey-eyed-thea]

Thea notices the shift in Sophia's frame. She's familiar with this shift when people either recognize her or at least her title.

Majorelle. That does sound vaguely familiar but not enough to ring bells which is frustrating. She'd spent her life working toward a near perfect recall of information. So not remembering something has her on edge.

"Pleased to officially make your acquaintance," Thea says. "And what is it you do?"

Maybe she can sus out the reason she should know her parents without directly asking about it.

[thebluefairygc]

"Pleased to meet you as well." She replies, at least able to rely on a script for that much. This was why she tried to stay in the background of most social situations. She was capable of being calm and composed, as long as she didn't have to talk all that much.

"I personally just help run the rehab. That's my job." She's fumbling it again, she can feel it. She can tell that Thea really wants to hear about what it is her parents do. And that's exactly why she's doing her best to avoid the topic altogether. To call herself the heiress to Majorelle Bank is like saying that she's been voted number 1 most likely to kick a dog in a movie. It's just asking to be branded as evil.

"I also do charity work. So you could call me a socialite too, if you like."

[justedmnd]

Edmund really doesn't know what to do with that information, and he's not entirely sure how he was pulled into a conversation with such heavy subject matter. Sophia seems chipper as ever discussing it though, leaving far less of an awkward atmosphere than would be expected when wearing a cardigan splattered with red.

"Right, I've had a sister lend me a jumper before. She didn't talk to me for a week after when I returned it with grass stains," Edmund's smile tightened, only because he feels as if they're avoiding the obviously more upsetting context of the conversations. The mention of a sister does pique his interest though. He hasn't known Sophia for long since coming to Godscobh, but he would've remembered if she'd mentioned that before, "I don't think you'd mentioned your sister, does she also live in town?"

[thebluefairygc]

"Really? That's odd. I mean- well- Most of the people I know always knew my sister first. She uhm, had more of a presence than I ever did. That's how I met Mr. Peter, actually. Through her." She fumbles through her sentence. Talking about her family in any capacity always had her on the back foot somehow. She never knew where to put her hands or what tone of voice to use. Should she sound happy? Chipper? Emotionless? Upset? Would any of that go over well? She just doesn't know.

Right, she had a question to answer.

"But, no she doesn't live in town. She used to, but not anymore. I don't know where she is, actually. I'm pretty sure she got married, but I couldn't say with any certainty. She just left one day, didn't tell anybody where she was going, and I've never seen her since. Lea Florence Majorelle."

This felt more awkward and uncomfortable than talking about a patient stabbing themself with a pen. How does she always manage to do this?

"Sorry, I rambled again. I really don't mean to." She laughs, trying to ease any tension away, "The sweater. I'll definitely need a dry cleaner for the sweater."

[allxtted]

Sloane lay back on the big picnic blanket, staring up in to the endles distance of the sky. It was so different, but a good different. If she could be so bold, she kind of thought she and Sophia were different too.

"No, there's nowhere like this back in DC. It's all tall buildings and confusing roads," Sloane does love nature though, her hands stretching to both sides. On one side, her hand brushes through patches of grass and clover, dry from the cold but still a little green. With her other hand, she plays with the seam on Sophia's jeans absentmindedly.

"I wish we'd lived together back then, we could've gone on adventures everywhere we wanted."

[thebluefairygc]

Sophia leans a little further into Sloane's space as her friend toys with the seam of her jeans. Maybe her being cold is her own fault. Perhaps she should have bought warmer clothes for this colder weather. She always thinks this every time winter rolls around, and then promptly forgets it by the time it's gone. New England winters were wet and cold. But they felt like nothing compared to summertime.

"That would have been nice." She replies, wistful. She doesn't say it, but she knows that even if they had lived together, if it had been here, Sophia wouldn't have been able to go anywhere. The watchful eye that had controlled her every move wouldn't have let her. And if she had been where Sloane was, she would have been too paralyzed by anxiety to do much of anything, let alone go on an adventure.

But realism or not, she wishes it was true. She wishes they'd lived together back then, and somehow went on an adventure like this with each other.

"Maybe you could have taught me to be brave."

[thebluefairygc]

Sophia avoids social media like the plague. She has a variety of accounts, yes, but she's always been and always will be strictly a lurker. She prefers to stay out of the public eye at all costs. This includes having a private Instagram account that she doesn't post on at all. She'll like her friends and colleagues posts and comment on them, showing support whenever possible. But as for herself? She tries very hard not to exist online. She barely even keeps photos on her phone. This is yet another way Sophia tends to keep her secrets close to her chest. Her charity and rehab center do both have social media accounts, but she doesn't personally run them.

[swanprncess]

Odette casts a sympathetic look Sophia's direction when she notes her nervousness. She's a bit on edge herself, especially considering how close the thunder sounds, and it makes her shiver.

She's growing a little tired of this particularly stormy winter, especially considering this isn't the first time this month that she's found herself in a restaurant during a storm, the threat of losing power looming with each flicker of the lights.

"I'm not even sure an umbrella would do much in this weather," she says with a dubious look at the rain coming down so hard it was creating a sheet of white outside.

But she doesn't want to focus on the scary weather outside, for both of their sakes, so she smiles and says, "Well, if we're both going to be stuck here for a while, I'm glad it's in good company. We're all the entertainment we need."

[thebluefairygc]

"Oh, you're absolutely right. An umbrella can't do any good if it's raining sideways. And flooded." She jokes in return, glancing outside when Odette does as well. It's not that she's worried about her own safety, really, she knows that she'll be fine. But a thunderstorm like this was always a little intimidating. The threat of basic comforts being taken away something that Sophia didn't quite know how to handle.

She's drawn back to their conversation and away from the rain by Odette speaking again, a flash of an embarrassed smile briefly flickering across her face. She doesn't know if what Odette is saying is true, or if she's just saying it to calm her down from her mild anxiety, but either way it's something that Sophia appreciates.

"I'm glad too. There aren't many people I'd enjoy being stuck in a storm with as much as you." And she's being honest. Odette was a kind and comforting presence. And if she just pays attention to her, then the rain might as well not exist.

"But I do think this kind of weather is really good for stories. At least, that's what I used to do with friends when it rained like this, make up stories. Or retell them and twist them up a little bit."

[grey-eyed-thea]

Thea gives the woman an unimpressed look. Thea isn't narcissistic enough to assume everyone in town would know who she is, but considering they've been talking for a few minutes, she assumed the woman knew her.

"Should you know me? I don't think I've had the pleasure of seeing you in my court room's ever. Is that something that needs to be rectified?"

Thea holds out a hand more out of politeness than anything.

"Thea Pallas. And I don't think you gave me your name."

[thebluefairygc]

"Oh uhm, not me, but my parents maybe."

Thea Pallas. Yes. Yes she should absolutely know that name.

She straightens her back a little bit more, nervous, and shakes Thea's hand. Her grip isn't all that strong, but her movements seem at least a little bit confident, even if it's just her pretending to have it.

"Sophia Majorelle."

[allxtted]

Sloane had never lived somewhere so remote like Godscobh. The fact that she could just walk into the woods and never come back, never be found, was a terrifying idea. But on some level, wasn't it also a little comforting? Sloane was comforted by nature, and even more so by Sophia. So why wouldn't a camping trip be perfect for them?

They were only a few miles away from Sloane's cottage anyways, so they could always return to faithful wifi and HVAC if they really wanted to. Sloane didn't though, as she sat here watching their breaths fog up. She just wanted to inhale in the view, a stunning range powdered with snow like sugar.

"I never realized how polluted the city was, until a came here and saw the stars," Sloane replies, taking off her knitted mittens and handing them to Sophia for warmth, "You never even came out here on your own?"

[thebluefairygc]

Sophia gratefully accepts the mittens offered to her, sliding them over her hands and rubbing them together to generate some more warmth. She doesn't want to go back inside, even if she's cold. She likes the clarity that the outdoors seems to provide her. The peace.

She shakes her head at Sloane's question, a smile on her face.

"No, never. When I was young, I wasn't actually here all that often. And when I was here, I uhm... didn't really get to leave the house very much. What about you? You ever do anything like this before?"

[justedmnd]

Edmund was just trying to grab an order from the pharmacy, but it was hard not to comment on Ms. Sophia's... predicament. She was usually such a put-together little dove of a woman, though Edmund did suppose she had a rather dangerous line of work. When she mentions a patient harming himself with a pen, he puts pack the pack of Bic ballpoints he was holding.

"How delightful," He replied dryly at first, then remembered he was the one who started the conversation. It wasn't Sophia's fault he'd drawn attention to the blood drying on her sweater. "It's good of you. To help out people like that. They really can't even have pens?"

It comes out more stilted than he means, but Edmund isn't used to complimenting people. Lucy's always telling him to open himself up to meeting new people though, and a CVS is as good a place as any to try it out.

"I know a good dry cleaner, just north. You wouldn't have to throw the sweater out, if you quite like it."

[thebluefairygc]

She doesn't seem bothered by his initial dry reply. In all honesty, she found it quite endearing. And the fact that he put the pens back a little funny. Rather than put her off, it reminds her of someone she used to know. That sourpuss behavior was welcomed. Not everyone had to be pleasant all of the time.

"No- Yes- Well they can, but some of them, especially the newer patients, tend to hurt themselves so it's better not to let them until the worse stages of withdrawal have passed." She over explains, knowing full well that she doesn't have to be talking this much, and it probably doesn't even matter.

At the offer for a dry cleaner, though, Sophia perks up immediately, lighting up at the offer.

"Really? That'd be great! I know it's just a sweater and it's not exactly the finest thing, but it was a gift from my sister so I'm a little attached to it."

[thebluefairygc]

iced lemon tea, herbal tea !

Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?

"Prince Johnny by St. Vincent is my current favorite song. As for band... I think I like Florence + the Machine's discography the most! The dramatic sounds and theatricality are really moving, and there's such a variety throughout their albums that you can find a song for just about any situation in them!"

Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

"I really like lily blossom scented candles. I used to keep those candles everywhere. But I like roses too. Those were my sister's favorites. My mother's, too. Floral scents I tend to prefer, because they're fresher, less heavy. So I'd probably lean towards that. Or something that smells like wood. Earth. Grass. Nature scents!"

[thebluefairygc]

flat white, vanilla latte !

Flat White : Coffee or Tea?

"Oh, tea! I drink black tea with milk and sugar in the morning to wake up, and chamomile tea with honey at night to wind down! I do keep a coffee machine, though, in case anybody is over and would like some. Sometimes when I'm still waking up, I end up making some out of sheer force of habit. I'm also a sucker for a good matcha."

Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?

"Board games, all the way. I don't like the taste of alcohol, no matter what it's mixed with. And monopoly is so fun! There are also so many other board games that are so entertaining! Like Risk! And Diplomacy! I absolutely love being a rat in Diplomacy. I'm actually very good at it."

[thebluefairygc]

[ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. with Odette.

The thunder initially makes Sophia jump. She'd been so engrossed in the food and the conversation with Odette that she hadn't even realized that it had started to rain. And only once the thunder is shaking the restaurant and the lights are flickering on and off does she realize that they're caught in the thick of it. She had seen rain on the forecast this morning, but she hadn't paid it much mind. She didn't think it'd be this bad.

She laughs at herself for being so skittish over something as simple as the weather. It's childish, of course, but she can't help but tuck her feet up underneath herself on the booth she and Odette are seated at. It's not that she's really afraid of the storm, it just caught her off guard, startled her, so she'd like to recover a bit.

"Looks like we might be stuck here for a little while. I didn't bring an umbrella." She smiles as she says it, hoping that her heart will settle from the start it got. And hoping that everyone caught outside in the downpour finds a dry place to stay warm too.

@swanprncess

[thebluefairygc]

[ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. with Sloane <3

Sophia has never gone camping before. She's never spent a significant amount of time outdoors in her life, actually, aside from the occasional outdoor party event. It's refreshing, even if the time of year means that it's absolutely freezing. It's still gorgeous. And she's never breathed in air that fills her lungs the way this air does. Like one breath here equalled a hundred breaths in her house. Like her lungs filled up fast and quick.

She smiles to herself, bringing her hands up to her face to blow warm air on them, and focusing on the fire in front of them. Which was both for warmth, and for an attempt at morning coffee. Even if it doesn't go well, Sophia is happy. She's never felt so serene. She's glad that she agreed to this little camping trip. She just hopes she doesn't catch a cold.

"Thank you. For inviting me out here. Everything is so... new. I feel like I'm seeing the world for the first time again." She can't hide the smile in her tone, the joy. She has no idea what she's doing, and Sloane likely only knows a little bit more than she does. But there was a glee in doing something completely new, and figuring it out on their own.

@allxtted