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dependent multimuse blog affiliated with musicalhq mendel weisenbachfeld from falsettos elle woods from legally blonde amelie poulain from amelie anthony hope from sweeney todd

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heirxss‌:

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             Would anyone be interested in attending my father´s Halloween ball with me? Costumes are a must, obviously, and we´d have to coordinate. The only thing I ask is that you´re not boring and have a sense of entertainment.

“i’d love to go!” anthony replied, already excited. “i haven’t even decided what i wanted to be for halloween this year, so if we coordinate costumes, that would help a lot. did you have any ideas?”

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lookcround‌:

Angie offered the girl a smile. “Well that´s really sweet of you. I have been princess Tiana last year,” She then grinned. “A pun? That is an interesting idea. And only cool people would recognize it.” Angie nodded. “How would I dress up as a pun though?”

“like...” she paused for a moment, thinking of her best puns. “you could be a ceiling fan. but you’re actually dressed as someone who is a fan of ceilings. or---something more spooky---curiosity killed the cat. where you can dress up like a cat, but...you’re undead. do you...get it now?”

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( *✧ HARRY STYLES, PANSEXUAL, CIS MALE ) — HAVE YOU SEEN ANTHONY HOPE, THE TWENTY YEAR OLD LIFEGUARD THAT’S LOYAL, BUT ALSO NAIVE? IN ANOTHER LIFE, HE WAS KNOWN AS ANTHONY HOPE FROM SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET.

sweet boy. baby.

anthony is a hopeless romantic idiot and i would die for him

he was born in london, england, and although he lived there for a while, he moved around a lot, due to his parents’ profession. he enjoyed seeing strange and new places all over the world, but it was little difficult sometimes when he never really got to stay in the same place for a long period of time.

eventually, when he got old enough to live on his own, he decided he wanted to stop traveling, and tried living in london again. however, he realized he needed somewhere new, and made it to new york city. so far he has really enjoyed living in the city, since there’s always something new to discover.

he works as a lifeguard for now but he would really rather be writing poetry. he’s a big romantic with a love for the arts. he has a gentle heart and is willing to help any soul in need. 

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lookcround‌:

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                “Alright.” Angie stopped and turned around to get a general overview of the store. “I have been invited to about 4 different Halloween parties, of which I will be attending at least two. So I need some costumes. Any ideas?”

“uhm,” emelie started, a little nervously, trying to not let her shyness get the best of her. “you could be something funny. like a pun. or if that’s not your style...you’re really pretty enough to be a princess, or something.”

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wednesdayaddamshq‌:

Wednesday didn’t like the feel of Elle’s hand on her wrist so she twisted it in a way she’d learnt years prior, a way to escape even the tightest of grips. Wednesday had always been quick to defend herself but when she twisted the other girl’s hand she did immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry,” she apologised, “I don’t really like being grabbed,” she explained. She rolled her eyes though when Elle told her that she could enhance her beauty, “do what you want but you have to put me right back to this before I leave this place,” she said in a monotone. 

the sudden rough touch startled her---she hadn’t expected it, but she realized she probably should have been more considerate of the other’s space. “ow,” elle breathed, rubbing her wrist, shaking her head. “it’s okay. now i know for the future,” she tried lightening the situation---trying to get herself hyped up again for the makeover to come. 

she led the other into the bathroom and gestured to the little bench in front of her vanity, while she searched for the various makeup products she thought she would be needing. “we’ll see. you might like what i do,” she chimed as she pulled out different foundations, about to reach for the other’s wrist, but remembering what happened before, she stopped herself. “can i see your hand? i need to match foundations to your skin.”

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rapscallicns‌:

“Practical,” She acquiesced. “And not exactly a cliche. I’ll give you that, Doc.” Natalie almost never felt bad for being, for lack of any other description, a little shit. Her mother had cast her as the difficult child since a very young age, and she had fought against that image once, and then given up. If she was to be seen as a problem child, she may as well be a problem child. 

As such - it was maybe a little entertaining to watch the doctor squirm. She wasn’t cruel, didn’t enjoy it for his discomfort - but it turned the tables, didn’t it? She wanted to make him think - the way she wanted to make her parents think. What they did to their patients, what they did to their children - had it really been so long ago that it was them in the chair all eyes were fixed on?  Them, that was screwed up, that had their lives molded and shaped so that they became exactly what they were afraid of?

“It makes sense,” Natalie offered slowly, by way of response. Vaguely entertained whether or not to tell the truth. Instead, she settled for - a near truth. Closer than perhaps she was comfortable with admitting. “There are rules. But within those rules you can make of it what you will. There’s a line between genius and madness there,” A smile touched her lips, ironic and almost coldly assured. “A line that isn’t crossed.” 

“My turn. So I take it you enjoy this - sitting in a stuffy office all day talking to depressed people and difficult teenagers.” She smirked. “Think you’re a bit fucked in the head yourself, Doc?”

mendel had to actively remind himself that he did not need validation from his patients for anything. still, it was kind of nice to hear her almost sort of? agree with what he said. it shouldn’t matter to him. but it does---stuff like this always does. he just wants to be good at his job, and for people to like him as a psychiatrist. it was fear that always nagged at the back of his mind.

most importantly, he wanted to connect with his patients. he wanted them to trust him---so in turn, he gives them trust, lets them play weird question games with him---whatever. in all honesty, this was kind of fun to him---sometimes his job got boring and some sessions were just awful to sit through, but this mix up was proving to be interesting. mildly stressful, but interesting.

“interesting,” mendel responded, having not looked at it like that before. plus, her answer was giving him a little more insight to the type of person she might be. he made another mental note to himself---this could be helpful later. 

“no,” he answered without hesitation. “i mean, it’s true, it is difficult, but i don’t think it’s messed with me. sometimes i get upset, or even frustrated, but in the end, i’m still just a regular working man.” he believed this was true. it really was, though. he wasn’t happy necessarily, but he wasn’t ‘fucked in the head’. he was generally a very optimistic person, so it was difficult to bring him down so easily.

“alright. my turn---what’s your relationship with your mother like? aside from her spontaneously dragging you to psychiatry sessions,” he asked, being forward about it. the man wanted to know. 

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wednesdayaddamshq‌:

Wednesday really wasn’t sure why she was even here but she did her best to play along, feeling like she probably needed to at least attempt to make some friends. When Elle opened the door Wednesday felt compelled to turn around and leave, the woman held so much pep in such a little frame that it was rather overwhelming for her. She scrunched her face up at the word makeover, “makeover?” she repeated, showing her disdain, “that sounds equivalent to rainbows and unicorns,” she stated, “both of which I detest.”

elle tsked when she heard the other’s reply, knowing the girl wouldn’t react favorably to the idea. she pulled wednesday in by her wrist, excitement getting the better of her. “it won’t be like that,” she explained. she stopped, facing the girl, resting her hands on her shoulders. “wednesday. you’re like, majorly pretty. i think you can enhance that with some makeup, and maybe you can let me mess around with your hair, too?” she asked, a hopeful smile on her face.

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rapscallicns‌:

“You chased your ex to one of these parties?” Eliza arched an eyebrow. “I mean - all power to you, but rich society boys are, in my general experience, shitty boyfriends.” She paused thoughtfully. “Probably why he’s your ex, huh?”

She grinned at Elle. “Plenty of fish in the sea, though. Not all of them are bad - and, certainly not all of them are old and kind of gross. I could introduce you to some of the tamer ones later, if you’d like.” Elle was pretty, and bright, and Eliza liked her already. It’s not hard to imagine finding Elle someone to spend a party or two with that wouldn’t be totally disagreeable.

Eliza continued the steps, humming continuously, almost by reflex. She’d waltzed since a very young age. “Oh - yes. I’m waltzing. But you’re free to whatever you want. It’s just habit, really. I’m sort of pretty bad at normal dancing. Just shimmy a bit.”

A shrug.

“Really, though - dancing’s just about fun. Whatever you do, you may as well enjoy yourself. Being at this party included. Make up some steps as you go along and all that.” She wasn’t usually spontaneous - but sometimes, sometimes a change was necessary.

“yes,” she answered, exasperated---with herself, or with him, she didn’t know. “he’s not shitty. he just...he doesn’t know what he’s missing. he’s just confused,” elle tried explaining, but even she was starting to doubt herself. there was no doubting she still loved him, but even she knew that this was getting a little out of hand.

“that’s kind of you, really, but me and my ex---we’re in love. i mean like---he hasn’t realized he’s still in love with me yet, but once he does it’ll be great,” she insisted. chasing boys was tiring, especially one who really didn’t seem to have any interest in her anymore. but she didn’t want to give up now. had she given up, she wouldn’t be studying law now. even though she didn’t have the guy, she was kind of glad she was having the new experiences.

including this one. elle was totally out of her element, and she loved it. she wa getting to meet people and experience things she never would have gotten to do had she stayed at UCLA. away from the sororities, and the frat parties, and the sunny californian weather...elle missed it, but she felt better remembering that she could be more than just parties and fashion.

“right,” she responded, oddly feeling unsure of herself. it was easy to dance and get down with a crowd, especially surrounded by her sisters, but with just the two of them, it felt weird for her. getting over her sudden over self-awareness, she started shaking her hips a little, getting into a dancing she was more familiar with. “this is weird,” she thought aloud. “but like, a good weird. like, a fun weird.”

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rapscallicns‌:

“You’re too kind,” Sue smiled after the enthusiastic girl as she disappeared round into the kitchen. It all sounded very nice - warm cookies and a warm cup of coffee to hopefully warm up the hollow in her chest and loosen her tense muscles.  She wasn’t getting sleep that day anyway - may as well have the extra shot of caffeine for the morning.

It happened this way more often than not, even when the nightmares stopped. She’d gotten used to surviving on the bare minimum of sleep - and besides, her mind never seemed to quiet enough for any kind of rest anymore. She laughed louder and moved faster and did more things, surely - but all of it was to escape from the silence.

Even being here, in this cafe - was only so that the lights and noise and the smell of coffee would distract her from the things she wanted to forget - but needed desperately to remember at the same time. 

emelie returned with a plate of warm cookies---the chocolate was melted and the cookies were gooey---and set the plate in front of the girl before going to work on her coffee. “the cookies aren’t very fresh but when put in the panini maker, they taste like they’re fresh out of the oven,” she explained with a small smile. fresh baked good were a hard thing to come by this early in the morning, so that was the next best thing.

while making the coffee, emelie couldn’t ignore the question burning at the back of her mind. it would probably be rude to question the girl’s sleeping habits, but emelie really didn’t get very many people who ordered coffee at this ungodly hour. something obviously wasn’t right here. what if this girl was plagued with something so terrible it was keeping her from sleeping? maybe she was a vampire? emelie didn’t know until she asked.

she spoke up, voice now quiet as she shed her usual waitress persona, curiosity getting the best of her, “why coffee so late at night?” she asked, sparing a curious glance at the girl, before turning back to the coffee machine. “can’t sleep?” she asked, hoping she would get more than just that as an explanation.

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rapscallicns‌:

“Haven’t exactly had the best time with shrinks,” Natalie shrugged by way of explanation. “Can think of better ways to spend an afternoon. There are a number of reasons, honestly.” None of them personal. She didn’t know the doctor - didn’t really want to. Still, she’d proposed the little questions game - fair is fair, after all, and she may as well get some fun out of this little endeavor. Her uncanny ability to make adults squirm provided hours upon hours of entertainment.

“Enjoyment is - irrelevant, really.” There are days when she would rather set her piano on fire than play another note, and days when it is all she has - the notes of the sonata the only thing that tethered her to her reality. Did she enjoy it? Perhaps, perhaps not. Did she need it to survive? Yes. “I play piano. It’s a fact of life.”

Natalie sensed the other man’s nervousness before he even opened his mouth - another uncanny ability she had, the bullshit-meter fine-tuned from years of broken promises and false comfort. A smirk tugged at her lips. Poor, poor doc, really didn’t have a clue what he got himself into, did he? “Right then. One each. I’ll start.”

 “Why psychiatry, Doctor - “ She glanced at the certificates on the wall, at the plaque, crooked by the desk, “Weisenbachfeld? Is it the money? No worthier pursuits? And please - none of the maudlin ‘I want to help the world’ bullshit.”

“that’s fair,” he responded, knowing that spilling your deepest secrets to a total stranger usually wasn’t an enjoyable affair. even some of his more willing patients were apprehensive in the first few sessions---that was normal, and he didn’t expect her to suddenly open up all of a sudden. it was just a little frustrating knowing how much slower the process might be. 

they were playing questions now, even though mendel wanted to ask her more about playing piano. he could save it for later. instead, now he had to be the one answering questions---he hated questions. they nearly frightened him---which was not great when you were a psychiatrist. oh well. he wrung his hand nervously. this sucked. why did he agree to this again? oh right. trust. ugh.

“well---yeah, partly because of the money,” he admitted---hey, he was a regular adult with regular needs and wants. it’s nice to feel well-off. “there wasn’t really anything else i saw myself doing, really. i barely saw myself doing this---but again, the money sort of...helped my decision,” he explained, hoping she didn’t see him as a greedy shallow man. “and hey---helping people feels really good.”

“okay. my turn.” he said with a grin, now glad to be back in the familiar position of being the one to ask the questions. weirdly, this almost felt like some high school sleepover where everyone would tell each other secrets through ‘never have i ever’ or whatever---but he tried dismissing the thought. professional setting. don’t lose focus. “why piano?”

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wednesdayaddamshq‌:

Wednesday wasn’t really sure how she’d ended up at this point. The first time she’d met Elle Wednesday had felt like she was going to throw up. The girl was vibrant, both in her personality and her appearance, two things that Wednesday didn’t cope too well with. The two had not started off on the best foot but over time Wednesday had managed to see past the bright colours and perkiness. The time they spent together was increasing and Wednesday was certainly thawing. Now she was going around to Elle’s house, an idea that would’ve seemed crazy not that long ago. She arrived at the door and knocked on it before awaiting an answer.

elle was excited for wednesday to come over. although the two had definitely not hit it off right away, elle found their differences charming---it was only a matter of time until the other warmed up to her. elle heard a knock on her door and she opened it, grinning. “hi wednesday! welcome to my apartment. we are going to have so much fun today!” she practically squealed, opening the door wider for the other to enter.

she had a pretty nice apartment---thanks to her parents having the money to buying her a nice enough place to live in while she was at college. it was spacious and well-decorated---only the best for elle woods. “so...how does makeovers sound to you?”

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lastoneyoudexpect‌:

Monty looked back through the window at the rain outside. Then back to the interior of the cafe. It was dry, warm, and inviting. He could smell the previously mentioned baked goods. 

As much as he wanted to get the chocolates as quickly as possible, he wouldn’t be much good in his state. In fact, the rain would probably soak through the box and soak the treats. So he figured a detour to a cafe couldn’t possibly do too much harm.

“Well…if you don’t mind the mess I’m making with all this rain water,” he began, stepping closer and finding a seat at a stool. “I have to say – a cup of hot coffee does sound like it would be incredibly satisfying at the moment.” He gave a polite smile, pulling his wallet out. Thankfully, its contents had been somewhat protected with the combined layers of his pocket and the wallet itself.

emelie softly smiled. “you’re fine. rain water won’t hurt the floor.” she told him the price of the coffee and accepted the money, than as she poured the coffee, she decided to start up conversation with the man. the cafe was fairly empty, and although in any other normal circumstance she would avoid engaging with any other human being. curiosity killed the cat.

“if you don’t mind me asking, what---or who---are the chocolates for?” she asked, setting the coffee in front of him. “and if you find yourself caught by the weather again, we have amazing macarons.”

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ncrvouswrecks‌:

Trina looked at him oddly again. She did that occasionally. She did that often. Actually, all the time. Because Mendel was Mendel and maybe the reason she didn’t call him Dr. Weisenbachfeld even in her mind was that she fully recognized him by his first name and couldn’t associate a label of a doctor with that. With medical school. With pharmacology. All of that seemed too removed from the wiry person he was. 

A date. Well, why not? A date could simply mean an appointment. No. An appointment sounded like she was going to see him to be analyzed and to go over everything that happened in the past few years. What about a meeting? No. Too formal. Trina couldn’t think of anything to call it besides a date. Or a simple coffee date. It wasn’t coffee, but sandwiches. The same principle, though. The idea that Trina, if it got too awkward, could excuse herself. It wasn’t a full commitment of dinner and a movie. It was an easily escapable situation. 

A mental shake of the head. That’s… Terrible Trin. She scolded herself for having so little faith in a man she would. if she were still seeing him, probably put all her faith in.

“Nice,” she repeated. It was no doubt sweet. No doubt kind. No doubt nice. She just wanted to be a good person and she just wanted to try with him. He didn’t deserve all the sardonic verbal abuse she often gave to her own sub-concious. “Yes, it’ll be… alright.”

That’s what he used to say, right? That everything will be alright. Even in the midst of her dramatic failing. Even in the falling apart of her family, life, and love. Everything will be alright.

“I know you can’t tell me what’s going on with your patients, but why don’t you tell me how you’re doing?” Trina was trying to facilitate a better conversation. Asking more in depth about him. Trying at least to get to know him. More than just a medical professional, which she had earlier admitted to not even being sure to see him as. “Are your sweaters still covered in cat fluff?” She remembered when she spent the better part of a session suppressing sneezes.

“ah---i’m doing okay,” he answered, only half truthfully, because he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself with any more without spilling details about his patients. and patient confidentiality was important. “work is work.” he was being vague, he realized. but the truth was, he was unhappy---lonely, and stressed. he was not about to dump all of his problems on this woman. 

at the mention of his cat, a grin immediately spring on his face, and a laugh escaped him. “yes. i can’t believe you remembered that.” hadn’t she mentioned being allergic? he remembered half the time he was handing her tissues for sneezes, instead of crying. “chip is a shedder. but i’m sure if you met him you’d like him. he’s---” he cut himself off. “sorry,” he apologized, awkwardly laughing, “i’m just rambling about my cat.”

he went quiet, feeling nervous. he always felt nervous---especially with trina. and especially when he wasn’t in his office, in a professional setting. but here, walking on the street with her, he was nervous, and overly aware of what he was saying. he just...admired her so much. there was a weird fear in the pit of his stomach that he would mess things up. 

“do you want to see a picture of him?”

impulses were impulses, though.

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rapscallicns‌:

“Oh - um, sorry,” Sue dragged a hand over her face, smile uncontrollably embarrassed. “I haven’t slept in - a while. Not really thinking right now.” A sigh as she braced herself against the counter. “Chocolate chip cookies sound heavenly.”

She found that not sleeping much meant her body had to get its energy in other ways - mostly through sugary snacking, at odd intervals. At this point, she’d just accepted it - smiled away her mother’s worries, smiled away the therapist’s concerns, smiled, smiled, smiled.

It hurt less when she smiled. Hurt less to imagine she was just a normal teenager, dealing with normal teenage problems and normal teenage hormones. “Um, I think I’ll take the cookies then. And a - I guess a mocha to go with that? Hot, please.” She slipped her wallet out from the pocket of her jeans. “How much is the total?” 

emelie examined the girl for a moment, taking in her tired features. it was certainly strange to show up at a cafe this late at night, and emelie couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was keeping the girl awake, and what brought her here, of all places. idea after idea came through her head, and she had to force herself to focus back on reality in order to keep herself from spiraling. plus, this girl needed help. even if it was help with cookies.

“good choices,” emelie commented with a smile. “the cookies are on the house. it was the least she could do. this girl looked like she could use some free cookies right about now. emelie gave her the total for just the mocha (practicing self-control by not insisting that a mocha at this time of night---morning? was not the greatest idea) and got to work on the cookies, pulling out cookies the baker had made earlier.

“the special is they’re warmed up in a panini maker. they’re like heaven,” she explained to the other, an excited glint in her eye as she disappeared into the kitchen for a moment to warm the cookies up.

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lastoneyoudexpect‌:

Monty didn’t bother asking questions. All he knew was that his friend needed chocolates, and by god, he was going to get some for her. 

The only problem was, it was raining so hard it was difficult to see more than five feet in front of his face. He could only hope he was on the right street when he thanked and paid his cab driver. He stepped onto the curb, only to realize he was on the wrong side of the street. He realized he must’ve looked somewhat odd to the strangers who could see him as he made a dramatic turn around to go the other way and cross the street (really, he blamed his long limbs.)

Finally, he made it to the store. Rain dripping off of his coat, he opened the door with extreme confidence that faded almost immediately.

“Well. This isn’t the chocolate shop.”

rain. emelie liked the rain. it left the cafe a little emptier than usual which she always welcomed. plus, a nice cup of tea always felt more soothing on a rainy day, so she would sneak sips in between serving customers and taking orders. she only hoped the rain would stop before her shift ended. even though it felt cozy indoors, it looked miserable out there, and she was unprepared to face the storm.

she wasn’t alone in that situation.

during a particularly quiet time, where only a handful of customers were around, already served drinks and food, a young man burst in, soaked to the bone. it startled emelie, and she turned her attention to the door quickly, noticing how drenched the man looked.

“no. the nearest chocolate shop is several blocks away,” she explained, before realizing she definitely didn’t want to send the man off back in the miserable weather. “we sell baked goods, though,” she quickly added, gesturing to the menu. “and if you need to warm up we have hot drinks...”

she felt like she was being to pushy now. she decided to be quiet for now. he probably wasn’t interested. 

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rapscallicns‌:

“My Mom practically lives at the therapist’s nowadays,” Natalie offered a half-hearted shrug by way of explanation. “Figures she’d tow me in eventually.” She made a face. “And Dad would agree, of course. If she tows me in first that gives him time. Was prepared to ‘accidentally leave the state’ on the day. Didn’t figure it’d be now.” Her mother had probably seen through her less than enthusiastic response over the phone. Why was it that every time she attempted to be a ‘good mother’ it absolutely complicated everything in Natalie’s life?

“Guess you could say so. Pianist. Classical mostly,” Almost against her will, a small smile tugged at her lips at the mention of music. “A little jazz, sometimes.”

Figures he’d go straight for the hobbies. After all - her name, age, and likely problems are probably all taken down by a lovely secretary who’d spoken to her mother. 

Her foray into improvisation may have cost her valuable practice time in high school but she didn’t regret any of it. Ultimately she hadn’t gotten into Yale - but she probably wouldn’t have, even with extra practice time.

“So…are we just gonna chit-chat, Doc?” Natalie raised an eyebrow. “Play twenty questions? In that case, think it’s only fair I get to ask you some.”

it’s almost painful without his notepad. he’s trying to make mental notes, but he could only trust memory for so much. still, his absolute number one priority was making sure she was comfortable---so that meant he had to ignore every instinct that was telling him to reach for the notepad and write everything down. it’s not strange for him to not take notes if he feels as if the patient would do better without the distraction, but it was always...difficult. “you’d rather leave the state than go to a psychiatry appointment?” he questioned, not even sure why he was a little surprised. 

back onto hobbies. this was good. mendel was good at talking about hobbies---of course, anyone really could be, even without med school, but it was less pressure for him. “do you enjoy it?” he asked, smiling encouragingly, a little excited that she was opening up somewhat. baby steps.

his excitement was quickly interrupted as she switched things around on him and completely caught him off-guard, her request leaving him frozen for a moment as he considered things. this first session was really supposed to be about her, but if this was the only way he was going to get her to open up more... “uh---okay?” he awkwardly laughed, trying to appear cool and collected, even though he really was just thrown for a loop. “as long as i can ask you some later. then---yes, yeah you can ask---just a few, though.”

this was probably going to work, right? he was the professional here, he knew what he was talking about. at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. but he just had no clue about how horrible at his job he was.

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rapscallicns‌:

Their similar names brought a smile to her face. “That is quite a coincidence - what brings you here, Elle?”

“Hmm you’re right. No insufferable rich men who won’t let you alone.” She was escaping from a never ending small-talk run with said insufferable rich men. It was kind of a given that people practically stalked her and her sisters at these functions. They were rich, well known, usually entitled. Made her want to gouge her eyes out. 

“Well, we could always make music.” Eliza scanned through her selection of waltzes. She’d much rather play a waltz than dance one, usually. Behind her piano she could observe the room, the people that were in it. The talk, the food. The little happenings at a party that she was usually too busy to enjoy.

Assuming a position and draping her hand over invisible shoulders, she began to hum, making small circles in the grass. “And this way, you won’t even have to make awkward small talk with a real dance partner.”

at the other’s question, elle’s sunny disposition immediately dulled down, reminding herself of her frustrating situation. “oh, i...thought my ex was going to be here. he’s not here, and it was stuffy in there, so...now i’m here.” she was quick to brighten back up, smiling genuinely. “but it’s all for the good, because now i’m having fun with you. what about you?” she asked in return. 

she groaned in agreement, “ugh, totally.” even though elle was gorgeous, and she definitely loved to flaunt it, she wasn’t the type of girl to go around throwing herself at every guy. her beauty empowered her and no rich old guy was going to take that away from her. 

elle watched as the other girl began to hum, dancing with an invisible partner. it was almost enchanting, really. kind of quirky, and definitely not what elle was used to, but enchanting, nonetheless. elle watched curiously for a moment, before realizing she had just been standing still there this whole time, even though eliza had kindly hummed some music for them.

“i don’t normally dance like this,” she admitted, referring to the little waltz eliza was doing. “like...i know how to...uh, i dunno---party? but i’ve never really waltzed. you’re waltzing, right?”

she’s learning.