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@unshrinkingviolet
like a fun new party trick, she knows there's something off in the room before they even reveal themselves. it's a tickle in her senses, a disembodied whisper in the back of her mind that she isn't truly alone. "—are you going to lurk all day, or do you want to talk?"
"i don't know. i hadn't made up my mind yet. is that an okay third choice?"
"very snazzy." lucy comments on the state of the buzzing scene around them, people running in and out of her line of sight - the lights cozy & ferris wheel slowly stuttering in a circle. "what do you think?"
shifting from one foot to the other, violeta craned her neck to look up at the ferris wheel. "this line is too freaking long. i have to pee, but i can't leave and lose my start. i'll cry if i have to start over. but i know i'm not going to enjoy the ride if my bladder is screaming the entire time. has it always gone this slow?"
Tina used to love the carnival. Any event was her time to shine. However that year it had kind of lost its appeal. It made her so angry. As usual, she resented her parents for pulling her into the dark side of Mystic Falls. She would have gladly kept leading her attention seeking, competitive and carefree life. Instead she was stuck with terrible knowledge and so few people to share that burden with.
Like a stable and totally not emotionally unstable person, she was taking her anger, frustration and agression on target attractions. It felt so good knocking down cans. Again and again. Tina eventually forgot about her troubles. " YES ! I win. Again !" She flipped her hair and was that close to do a celebratory dance. " This is how this is done people !"
"humble and good at knocking down cans. you've got a lot going for you." violeta had been on her way past when a curtain of blonde hair had almost smacked her in the face. carnival games weren't really her style, and she didn't win enough to gloat. to each their own?
damn. he couldn't even stand in place without doing something wrong ..... body turned from the lights to the girl. " sorry. " it was a half-assed apology ---- he didn't mean it. he shuffled out of the way. hit his vape. " you're gonna have a hard time with that. too many people. " and god forbid she ask someone like lydia or caroline ....
no fight? violeta didn't want to get into a fistfight or anything like that, but a complete lack of pushback was surprising. her tone hadn't been the friendliest, and it wasn't this guys fault. it was the constant throng of the dead that seemed determined to be louder than an entire carnival of living souls. eyeing his vape and wishing she had replaced hers when it died, vi sighed and pocketed her phone. "yeah, i know. a girl can dream, right? i wouldn't even care if some people were in it if they were doing literally anything but staring at their phones." despite the rides and lights, most of the people around them had the glow of their screens reflected onto their faces. "modern zombies?"
"that wouldn't make it any better." violet replies with a facetious wink, wrapping her arms across her frame in defiance. "you don't need to be so rude about it, i'll move if you say please."
"please, miss fell, would you move?" everyone knew of the fell family: beautiful, blissful, rich & seemingly never ending. there was like a billion out there, and you could run into one on any given day. violeta had graduated with one, but it wasn't violet. blair, probably. "there. you happy now?"
The dead were always loud, but it was worse in a public setting. so many people gathered with spirits attached to them like puppets on a string. Ghosts were exhausting because no one ever left this plane with their life tied up in a neat little bow. That's the thing about dying--no one's ever ready. They always have something dire left to be said or done, and as soon as they knew she could see them, they chained themselves to her like anchors to an unfit life raft. It felt like drowning, except it wasn't water she was choking on, it was a tsunami of everyone else's grief. It had been stupid to come, but she was trying not to be a hermit. So much for that, since she was already off at the edge of the lot where it was more quiet. She could hear the games and rides playing over the distant crowd as she dug through her purse, looking for a lighter to smoke her joint. Someone struck the bell on the strength game really hard with the hammer and all the lights went off, blasting celebratory music. Isa angled her purse into the momentary brightness to confirm what she already knew.
"shit." she muttered. Isa looked around, scanning the few people nearest to see if any of them looked like they might actually smoke. It was a long shot since most people vaped now. Isa hesitated as she spotted someone but ultimately took a step forward. "Hey--you wouldn't happen to have a lighter I could borrow, would you?" If not, maybe there was one she could buy around here. Hell, maybe this was her cue to leave and go home.
for as overwhelming as the carnival was, it was still preferable to being at home. there was nothing wrong with the santiago household, so to speak. it wasn't chaotic or unruly. if anything, it operated like a finely tuned machine: efficient, quiet, and effective. while it would have made a wonderful corporation, it was a shitty place to grow up. sometimes, it almost felt like it had to be that way in order to keep the family members sane. the outside was loud and overwhelming with the veil to the other side perpetually too thin. the shades and spirits were always begging for something that no one could give them, and it wore on the mind to hear their pleas. behind the fence of the santiago home, they were not welcome. it was a quiet reprieve. as a child, violeta had thought her home felt haunted. it wasn't until she actually saw the dead for herself that she had realized their halls were filled by a different kind of ghost.
lost in the lights, vi had been wandering aimlessly for hours. at one point there had been an oversized lemonade in her hand, at another a cotton candy. the sweetness was near acidic on her tongue, but the sugary sting was a nice distraction. it had, at some point, become too overwhelming. it always did eventually. it was at that point that she found herself hovering to the edge of the crowd to catch her breath. those living— and those who weren't— ambled around. some laughed, some looked sad. violeta tried to avoid eye contact with them indiscriminately. it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice call out that her shoulders tensed.
well, shit.
isabela was welcome to attend the carnival, obviously. vi was just surprised she had. didn't she have something to do? a spell to learn, a test to ace? a coven to eventually take over? it sounded resentful, and it was— but only to an extent. isa hadn't picked her role any more than vi had picked hers. after quickly debating ignoring her sister altogether, violeta slowly turned with a small smile. "...hey, isa." her sister looked impossibly put together, even in the sticky heat of the carnival. it had always been frustrating how she had always been able to float while vi felt like she was continually slogging along. spotting the joint, a brow raised. "okay, rebel. looks like someone has the night off. what're you doing here?"
it's still daunting for allison to be a newcomer in such a tight knit town, but the opportunity that the carnival presented was one she simply could not ignore. besides, it would be fun to have a look around! she's got a box of popcorn in her hands as she leisurely walks around - fading into the background feeling a lot easier than social interaction. allison sits down at a bench and looks around with a sigh, quite content to continue observing.
the night had started on a fine foot. not great, but not terrible. if anything, it was manageable. the dead would always chatter in her ear and try to gain her attention, but violeta was no stranger to tuning them out. at a certain point, however, she needed a break. she needed to numb. finally spotting an empty bench seat, she slid in beside a girl and pulled her flask out from her inner coat pocket. taking a swig, violeta eyed her seatmate in her peripheral before commenting, "you look like you're having a lot of fun."
Derek turned to look at the girl making that rude comment. As if he had any desire to be on her foolish picture. Could she just have not waited for him to pass ? It felt unnecessarily insulting to speak to him like that. He was debating crushing her phone but decided to just throw it a few meters away instead. That would surely get his point across and send her chasing.
"what the actual fuck?" the words were muttered under violeta's breath as the phone was pulled from her hand and tossed to the ground. "thanks, man. what a super normal casual response to being asked to move. you always such a ray of fucking sunshine?"
Leigheas was at once a prison and a comfort. It was where Maeve spent most of her time growing up, under the watchful eye of her mother or, more commonly, an assortment of sisters. In the back room she had watched them brew potions a thousand times; had stood at the table and cut and ground and measured ingredients; there, in the corner she had tucked herself into a chair and leafed through the family grimoire in any spare moment that arose. Back then she had wanted to be anywhere but the shop, anywhere but underfoot. Now? Well… as long as she was left to her own devices, it could almost be heaven.
She'd taken the late shift for that brief respite from her family, and the time had slipped by without her even really noticing. The bell above the door rang and she looked up in surprise, eyes hitting the clock before the customer. "Oh— we close soon." Five minutes ago, really. "Can I help you find what you're looking for?"
it was entirely violeta's fault. she was supposed to get the ingredients that isa had requested, but there had been fifty billion things to do that sounded more interesting. besides, her sister was an adult. couldn't she fetch her own shit? apparently not, it seemed, because violeta was the one pushing into leigheas at closing so she didn't have to deal with isabela's ire. "i'll be fast. i promise." she assured the worker— maybe the youngest mccullough??— before pulling up the list on her phone. "you got any eyebright?" that was the plant that was listed in caps and presumably the most important. "and, uh, bay laurel? dried works. it doesn't have to be fresh."
"Mon Amour I am the shot," she said as she leaned back against the wall with her arms folded. "Plus I don't move unless I want to so either find another angle or take your shot"
"that's... bold of you to say." bold, confident, cocky. the girl was hot, sure, and confidence could be attractive, but she really was in the way. "and you can't find it in yourself to want to move?"
grace wasn't quite sure what to make of the carnival. sure, it came to the town every year or so but this time things were different. animal attacks, strange people wandering around - there was always something new and creepy going on. she has her arms folded across her chest as she stares up at the ferris wheel in an almost grumpy manner.
"did that ferris wheel personally offend you? you're looking at it like it did."
open! at the carnival
Crowds scared him, the amount of people he barely knew acting like they were his best friends felt fake to him and he was still not feeling the best - as if this was a premonition for something far worse than he realized. And maybe it was him being careless or something else but as he ran into someone, he stumbled back and quickly looked up - "I am so sorry, dude, I didn't even see you. Are you good?"
"do i look like your dude?" being bumped into was annoying. being spoken to with a semblance of familiarity was even more annoying. "it's fine. just watch where you're going. there's too many people here to be running around with your eyes closed."
" Hey ! Could you give me a ride back to my farm ? " April was supposed to cycle back to her home but it was getting late. It was dark and she was past curfiew. She needed to find a creative solution to get home quickly." If my dad catches me outside when the sun has set, I'm in big trouble !" They had already fought the previous day and she did not fancy being grounded. " You're not going to kidnap me right ?" She joked. In such a small town, everyone knew each others and there was no such things as kidnappings.
"why would i kidnap you?" asking for a ride in a town like mystic falls should have been safe, but everyone was on edge due to the bodies that kept piling up. one hand rested on the car door, her keys dangling from the other hand. she had been so close to getting inside before being approached by a weirdo. "also, like, can we unpack everything you just said? did you say farm?" the couldn't be out after sunset thing was weird too....unless she was a vampire? but if she were a vampire, would she be out during the day? she didn't smell like death. "are you in a cult?"
open - at a local coffee shop
"For a small town it definitely has big things going on with it - like one of those stupid Russian dolls that never seem to end," she sighed, taking a sip from her coffee. "Plus the coffee here sucks, I thought small towns were supposed to have decent coffee or something like that"
violeta, noticing the stranger beginning to speak, tugged her headphone out in mild disinterest. she wasn't normally one to engage in random conversation, but studying was becoming less and less appealing. "are you talking about the quote unquote animal attacks, or are you one of those mystic falls is cursed truthers?" they were mostly clueless people ranting online, completely unaware that there was a supernatural element to mystic falls. violeta knew it existed just as much as she knew her own magic did. at the coffee comment, she rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, if you want good coffee, you should move to seattle or something."
"yeah, it's a perfect shot. only way it could get any better would be if you could take a hint and stepped out of it." the bright lights of the carnival were giving just the right vibe but they seemed impossible to pin down.
INDE NAVARRETTE photographed by Nick Rasmussen for Schön! Magazine
