fuck fate

" trees in your eyes, stars in your heart " blue sargent / esme park

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fairvercna:

“that’s quite alright !” angela promised, quickly hopping up from her place towards the back and rushing over to assist esme. she was no stranger to creating accidental messes, so she didn’t get mad when her customers proved themselves to be creatures of the same habit. “i know the saying is ‘don’t cry over spilled milk’, but i reckon today we can change it to sugar,” angela mused, gentle smile on her face as she cleaned up the spill.

esme looks up to see the other girl rushing towards and breathes a sigh of relief. “sorry, i’m all over the place today.” she says with a small laugh as angela began to clean esme’s mess. “you know, i actually prefer ‘don’t cry over spilled sugar’.” she tells her with a grin.

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diiscotheque:

sabrina blinks as the small container unleashed mass chaos. “that was.. dramatic,” she snorts in response, eyebrow raising as she eyes the bowl now sitting at her feet. “i feel like i should hold up number cards to let you know what your judgment score is.” 

esme scoffs at the other girls words. “you know me, always dramatic.” she says with pointer fingers in sabrina’s direction. she perks up at the other girls mention of her score and claps her hands together in ‘please’ sign. “oh, please tell my it was at least a 9.5.” 

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diiscotheque:

to be honest, eliza was surprised anyone had humored her with a response. but she welcomed it with a grin. “teamwork.. i like the way your mind works, random pretty girl i’ve never seen before in my life,” eliza said, nodding with approval. “on the bright side, at least now i won’t have to play awful road trip games by myself. on the not-so-brightside, now you have to play them with me.” 

  “thanks, i enjoy my mind as well.” esme responds with small smile. she nods along with eliza and grins at her mention of road trip games. “oh, i suppose it’s too late to back out now?” she says with a small pout.

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flowcrmoons:

❛ ◈    “JUST GIVE ME A CUP and access to the faucet, i’ll hose them down myself,” mia promises with a smirk. she looked away, shaking her head. she was fine with public displays of affection but they were being too much about it. “it’d be an honor.” 

  esme chuckled at mia’s words. “yes, let us look for a faucet ASAP.” she found it amusing as well as annoying that this couple has yet to break apart., or realize that it was going on for far too long. “holy shit they’re suffocating eachother.” esme notices with shocked expression. “huh, a never thought that was actually possible.”

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sweetbcys:

“oh.. shit.” cameron mumbled under his breath as he watched the sugar fall onto his lap, shaking his head quickly. at least it wasn’t milk or coffee… that could have been a lot worse and something he would never be prepared for. he never had fast reflexes when he was super tired. “hey, don’t worry about it.” he waved his hand, staring down at the small granules before standing up to brush them all off. “it’s not the end of the world, right?” probably not the best choice of words.. especially if she was awake and had someone forget who she was. fuck lucas. way to go. “what i meant to say is.. it’s fine. it’s just sugar.” 

  esme tried to grab the container before it fell, but it slipped through her fingers. she brushed her hands off and sugar fell from them. esme gave the boy a small smile. “no, that would be if brown sugar would have fallen. that shit is so much more sticky, we would’ve been done for.” she says, her eyes widening for effect. 

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rosesweetener:

she watches the container roll about, spilling confectionary sugar spilling everywhere. once it comes to a stop near her feet she looks up towards esme. “well that… happened.” maya snorts. it’s amusing because it isn’t happening to her. “but there are probably better ways of getting a waiter’s attention.”

esme looks at the other girl with a ‘i totally meant to do that’ face. “yeah, no, i prefer an avant garde way of calling the waiter.” she says with a wave of her hand. “you gotta live life grandly, ya know?”

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thcdreadless:

“I’ll take that as a hint, you think I’m too bitter?” Carrie smirked slightly, eyeing the sugar from her chair. She was kidding of course, but it wouldn’t have been the first time someone had told her to lighten up. Placing her pen gently on the table, she glanced at the girl sat over on the next table. All of a sudden this week she had been full of inspiration. She had no idea what it was, but it seemed as though the strange, vivid dreams she was having were perfect material for her book.

esme smiled and shook her head, finding the joke to be amusing but also a bit cringy. but those were the best jokes. she lifts her hand and puts her thumb and index finger close together. “just a bit.” she tells the other girl. esme notices the other girls pen and notebook and nods towards it. “what are you, like a journalist?” 

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seashcres:

veronica didn’t want to return to work - not after the week she had. she was angrier than she’d like to admit - after all, in her mind, anger was a dangerous emotion to have. however, she couldn’t let herself dwell on things out of her control. it was a new week, and things were going back to normal in port vista. she had to return to work sometime. perhaps isaia could help with her frustrations or at least share in them. her thoughts were interrupted by a noise beside her, and sugar flying every where. she turned and gave her neighbor a kind smile. “ it’s alright. are you okay? “ she asked, picking up the sugar shaker.

  esme smiles at the girl next to her and tries to slide some of the dropped sugar into a pile. she was just really annoyed. she couldn’t remember the past week for the life of her, and she didn’t know why. she lets out a loud sigh and turns to face the other girl. “i guess.” she mutters. “i can’t seem to remember the past week, and i’m not sure if it’s because i have horrible memory or a brain disease.”

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  poiscndflowrs:

assuming it was due to an ‘ all night binger ‘, harley’s concern lasted only during the early morning hour. awakening near the pier, on a bench to be precise. nothing new on her part. yet, it seemed alarming that ‘ headaches ‘ were becoming a common occurrence on this day. moving on in her usual impervious nature. what little she held onto from her latest paycheck, was downed in the bliss of caffeine. running her fingertip absentmindedly over the rim of the coffee cup. only jumping slightly. “ — you’re fine ! “ an impulsive reaction to sweep the loose particles into her palm, “ everyone’s so damn jumpy today. “

esme was on her way to grab the container but it slid from her fingers. she closes her eyes and internally curses. she smiles sheepishly at the person next to her. she laughs at her mention of people being jumpy. “yeah, everyone seems to be running on thirteen cups of caffeine.” esme looks at her cup of coffee. “oh, fourteen for me.”

[bcntancort-blog]

                “trust me, i know what i’m talking about,” he nodded as he tapped at his notes. call his instinct but something didn’t smell right and it wasn’t the streets, port vista was a typically clean city. weird city, but clean regardless. tired eyes skimmed the page, “and no i’m not the town crazy guy, every town always has one.” he muttered towards the other as he already felt an off stare. “i think no one is who they think they are, our real memories were replaced with these fake ones until we sort of— woke up and left to wander knowing that our lives are fake and nothing we know is real.” he narrowed his eyes slightly as he nodded, mainly to himself as if he had made perfect sense.

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esme nods along to his words as if she totally understands. “so, what you’re saying is, nothing is real? this isn’t real?” she questions as she motions towards everything around them. she takes a moment to think. “hmm, not buying it buddy. both the ‘nothing is real’ thing and that you’re not the town crazy.” she tells him with a shrug. “hey, maybe write a book! all the crazies will come running.” 

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“oh my god,” eliza quietly groaned, nimble fingertips massaging her temples. she had been waiting an absurdly long time for a cup of coffee and she was beginning to jones. “i think me walking to peru, harvesting my own beans, and then walking them back here to make it myself would take less time.” luckily it was everyone’s orders taking forever - so at least she wasn’t suffering alone. she wasn’t the kind of person to mistreat the staff over the problem but hey, the person next to her at the breakfast bar didn’t work there. 

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esme had felt weird all morning. a feeling of something missing was bugging her and she couldn’t shake it. she thought her morning caffeine could definitely be the answer but much to her dismay, the café was moving quite slowly. she let out a loud sigh before hearing the person next to her. esme looked at the other girl with amusement before responding. “probably. hey, if you take me with you we’ll have it done even quicker.”

[flowcrmoons-moved-blog]

❛ ◈    “HOW LONG ARE we supposed to pretend like that isn’t happening ?” mia asked, eyes shifting towards the exit- which was blocked by a couple in the middle of a very obnoxious public display of affection. she shuddered as she looked away once more. “someone call the fire department- that’s got to be a health violation,” mia snorts. 

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esme eyed the couple with a look of distaste. “i’m sure it is.” she muttered. the couple didn’t seem bothered by the many looks they were receiving, and they also didn’t seem to be ending their display anytime soon. “do you think if we do call the fire department, they’ll hose ‘em down or something? that’d be pretty cool to watch.” 

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esme woke up that morning with a feeling that she was missing something, and a vague image of a lightbulb shattering. she couldn’t shake the feeling all day, even now as she tried to eat at the café. everytime she thought she remembered, the memory ran away before she could grab it. she had her head in her hands when she lets out a loud groan and quickly puts her hands down. she hits the sugar container with her hand and watched as it tipped over, throwing sugar everywhere, and rolls towards the person sitting next to her. “oh! sorry!”

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thextrabutton:

“i mean, i miss my real life, sure, but… this one isn’t so bad,” she shyly replied. maybe she should feel more guilty, but anna was pretty content as jules. maybe she just had more time to accept the fact she was stuck. “it’s a lot more simple here.” 

  blue reluctantly nods. as much as she misses her real life, she couldn’t deny that anna was right. esme’s life wasn’t much different than blue’s, other than the fact that it was easier. esme didn’t have to worry about money like blue did. she was going to college, a thing blue had wanted but never thought possible. esme didn’t have to deal with all of the magical things henrietta had to offer, things that sometimes didn’t end well. and esme didn’t have a curse that would kill her true if she kissed them. “yeah. it is a lot simpler here.” she looks back at anna. “do you think we’ll ever get home?”

[braveforthemostpart]

Let’s just drive for an hour and talk about the stars while I pretend not to love you and you pretend not to notice

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thextrabutton:

anna laughed at the idea of being the cause of whatever what happening. “i wish,” she said without thinking. now it just sounded like she wished she was evil and magical enough to cause such chaos. “that came out wrong. i am 100% not the one who put you here. i am not even the one who put myself here,” she explained. “i, too, am i victim of this cruel fate. though, i have to say, i have been enjoying myself for quite some time.” 

  blue laughed for the first time in what felt like a while. “well i’m glad you aren’t that person because i probably would’ve kicked you by know.” she said with a shrug. blue scoffed. “enjoying yourself? how? i miss home more every minute.”

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fairvercna:

“in short ?” hope asked, a nonchalant, sarcastic grin ( her coping mechanism of choice )appearing on her face. “a miracle.” a silent sigh escaped her but she covered it with a gentle chuckle. her entire was existence was fucked, all she could do was nervously try to laugh it off. “if you’re sure..” she said, tucking some runaway brunette strands behind her ear. “i’m… possessed by the spirit of this almighty psycho witch—the hollow. she needs me to die in order to absorb my power, so she’s basically trying to destroy me from the inside out.” as hope explained, she nervously fiddled with her coffee cup, tapping atop its plastic lid. she was trying to be grown up and casual about this but in all honesty, she just wanted to curl up and cry. “and she’s just about successful.. so that’s fun. life’s fun. so, uh, how’s your day going ?” 

  blue gave the other girl a small smile. “sorry, not really the person who gives those out.” she listened to hope and immediately needed a moment. it really was crazy, blue could understand (her friend having been possessed by a demon before), but it’s been a while since she had dealt with the craziness of henrietta. blue winced when hope confessed that the witch was just about successful. “oh, wow. uh-“ blue really didn’t know how to answer. she wanted to help this girl but without her friends she wasn’t sure what she could do. “do you have anyone here that can help? there must be something you can do.”