* ｏｈ / 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒿𝑒 !

alieke sanne van dalen. twenty one.

[vcndalen]

𝑒𝓊𝓃-𝒿𝒶𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓂.

“Uh… Define urgent?” Eun-Jae muttered sheepishly, his phone in his hands. His eyes only briefly wandered over her attire before he returned his gaze to Alie’s face. “I mean, now that I think about it, I didn’t need to come here and I could have just… sent you the link.” He awkwardly admitted, a slight blush of embarrassment rising to his pale cheeks. “I found this Instagram of this really cute pug,” He turned his phone around to show her the screen whilst he scrolled through the profile and remained quiet for a moment. “Your gown is pretty. It looks soft.”

alie grinned at jay as soon as she realised who it was, and it widened even further when he told her the reason for his visit. she swung her door open for him to enter, being properly dressed came second to cute dog videos always, no one could ever say her priorities weren’t in order. “i love that you wanted to show me rather than tag me. tagging is so impersonal. come sit?” she waved at the sofa before turning towards her bedroom, “i’ll just get changed, it may be soft but it’s not right for entertaining guests. give me two minutes and i’ll be ready to watch it. feel free to cast it onto my tv if you wish!”

[vcndalen]

𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽.

Brittany grinned at her friend as she admired the dress that she had picked out. If it was one thing Brittany always took pride in, it was her fashion choices whether they be for herself or someone else. “Well you can have daddy issues if you don’t have a father, that’s how it all started.” Brittany pointed out as she carefully laid the dress on Alie’s bed and walked over to where all the girls makeup was, observing it for a moment. “I definitely think a burgundy eye would make those baby blues pop even more,” she said seriously as she continued to study the makeup, biting her lip as she held up a light pink lipstick. “and this would suit you amazingly.” She added. “I sometimes wish I could wear softer colors but they look absurd on me, I’ve always suited the dark vixen look.”

“hm, i suppose. but i still think i’d rather be... well, me.” she was still awfully cautious of being herself, she was never raised to be anything but her mother’s vision, a proper and perfect little lady who never had a single hair out place. to this day it still wasn’t her, and she was still fighting to break from her shell, even if it included pushing herself out of her comfort zone. alie observed herself in the mirror above where her makeup sat, she still didn’t know too much about doing her own beauty related things but she knew enough to get by. “burgundy eye, pink lip. hair up or down?” admiring britt via the mirror, she nodded along, although she didn’t quite agree with her friends sentiment, “you would look wonderful in anything britt. now, i’m going to change and then it’ll take me ten minutes to sort myself out. i have wine in the fridge if you wanted some.”

[vcndalen]

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹.

“silica gel packets? you mean those salt looking things that says to throw away immediately? they actually have a use for something?” charlie raised both eyebrows in sudden interest. he doubted he had any at the moment but made a mental note to make sure to keep those little packets more often. “books are important. thank you for saying that, seriously. i can’t express enough how many people just go ‘it’s only a book…you can buy a new one’,” the male chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully and shaking his head. “alieke. you have a beautiful name,” he reached his hand out to shake hers. “i’m charles. but you can call me charlie,” the green-eyed male grinned. “after you helping me? i couldn’t possibly expect you to wait in line for me, alie. how about you take a seat and i’ll go get the both of our orders? all on me,”

“those are the ones! they’ve saved my life many times, especially when i dropped my phone in the sink one time.” her opa taught her the trick, he was always collecting things most thought useless, though no one really gave him the credit he was due, it all had its purpose. “oh, only people who don’t realise the value of knowledge and the pleasure of dipping into a world that isn’t your own, think that books can be replaced, that they’re worthless items. don’t worry, i understand.” alie shook his hand, albeit a little too enthusiastically, and decided that rather than insisting on paying for his drink that it’d be impolite to do so. “well... if you insist, but if we’re here long enough, the next drink is on me okay?” she quickly grabbed her things off of the adjacent table and seated herself on the seat charlie wasn’t on. “would you mind making sure they put a marshmallow in the hot chocolate? they’re my favourites.”

[vcndalen]

𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒶 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁.

A soft chuckle emitted from his lips as he gave a raise of his brows, “Clearly you don’t do much traveling.” Perhaps it sounded like an insult but he meant it more as an observation than anything else. Still he lifted his hands up in defense, “Apologies if you feel violated at all. Just got back from Greece and I still haven’t quite adjusted to being back home. Us English folk…so stiff, posh and utterly uptight.”

“oh i travel a lot actually...” she wasn’t sure how she would go about explaining how much she’d already travelled, not to mention how much she planned to when summer rolled around again. “i usually travel with my moer for her... work.” alie shook her head, her blue eyes widening significantly, “oh don’t worry, i was just shocked. you say you went to greece? i love greece, i spent a week in skopelos last summer and it was gorgeous! which island were you on?”

[thecdvre]

theo had been so immersed in his essay that it had taken him a good minute to realise he was actually being spoken to. “god, i’m sorry,” he spoke, closing his laptop shut, turning his full attention towards the person in front of him. “i’m afraid i wasn’t listening — would you care to repeat what you were saying?”

[vcndalen]

alie smiled brightly at him, her textbook and laptop tucked tightly against her chest. “i’m so sorry to bother you theo, i have an assignment due and i need some help with it.” she nervously played with her loose hair, she always hated how much she bothered him with her questions. “if it’s a bad time i can find someone else, i don’t want to disturb you!”

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[vcndalen]

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[vcndalen]

𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽.

Brittany smiled happily as she stepped into the room, leaning in to give Alie an affectionate peck on the cheek. “It’s working wonders darling.” Trying her best to do an Audrey Hepburn impression as she automatically walked over to her wardrobe and throwing the door open, biting her lip. “I don’t know, we could give you the whole Lolita look,” she said as she began skimming through the clothes at an almost quickfire pace. “Call you, Lolly and say you have a daddy complex.” She giggled before pausing on an outfit and pulling it out. “I think this would bring out that English rose complexion beautifully, what do you think?” She questioned. “I for one could never wear it but you’d pull it off spectacularly, truly a walking wonder in itself, they’ll write sonnets of you in the future.”

“thank you my liefje.” she smiled and followed her friend into her bedroom, britt had far better fashion tastes than herself, especially when it came to going to parties, she trusted most of her friends with dressing her more than she trusted herself sometimes. “oh!” she shook her head vigorously, she’d been trying harder as of late to branch out more but that might be too far. “i don’t have a father though? i don’t think i can have ‘daddy issues’ if i don’t have one.” alie nodded at the dress britt pulled out, she wasn’t sure she’d even purchased it herself but it was gorgeous, and with a small plunging neckline it was just the kind of risqué. “well i suppose i must then, if sonnets will be written. how should i do my makeup? and hair? i’m hopeless at this.”

[vcndalen]

𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃.

“uh sorry, i just over cooked.. and wondered if you were in the mood for some italian..” aleksander shrugged, scratching a bit at the back of his neck as he held the hot plate covered with tin foil. the man had spent most of his evening experimenting with a few different dishes and as always he cooked far more than he could chew. he didn’t expect the blonde to be… indecent and he was sure to keep his eyes on hers, never wondering. “i can just.. hand this over..” he muttered with a shy grin.

“i’m always in the mood for italian!” she gestured for him to enter and follow her to the kitchen, assuming he’d shut the door behind himself. she pulled out two plates, one for them both, even if he was full she wasn’t about to gorge herself and not offer some to him. “i was just about to order food, it’s like you read my mind.” offering aleks a small smile she started splitting the food onto different plates, “i can’t believe you were just going to give this and leave! do you want to sit and watch a film?”

[vcndalen]

𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝑜𝓇.

odette chuckled, taking in the appearance of her friend. “ yes, it is urgent. i need your opinion on something. also, i wanna join you. it’s been forever since we’ve had a girls night. “ she said, taking out her sketchbook and opening it to find the sketch she had been working on. “ what do you think of this ?? just…. it feels like it’s missing something and i can’t figure out what. “

a bright smile broke across her face and she tugged her friend through the doorway and into the living room, “well that’s sorted then, girls night it is!” placing herself on the sofa, alieke took a hold of the sketchbook and observed the drawing, it was beautifully done but she too wasn’t able to detect what was missing. “what was the idea behind it? wait, hold that thought, you need a face mask.”

[vcndalen]

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇.

“well yeah it kinda is.” he nodded as blue eyes inadvertently traveled down her form before blinking and diverting his gaze back to her features. “have you happen to hear or see a beagle around here? he took off after being scared by the marching band.” there was a soft chuckle and a shake of his head as he remembered that incident clearly in his mind. “he just hates loud noises and seeks the nearest building to hide in.” 

she gasped when she heard there was a missing puppy, she so wished she could have one in her flat and she’d been actively looking for one too. “oh! i haven’t seen him but let me throw on something decent and i’ll help you look! if anyone has him it might be mrs. maybank downstairs, she doesn’t answer the door to strangers.” she opened her door wider, an invitation for him to step in, he looked so familiar but she couldn’t quite place him. “you can wait for me on the sofa! i’m alie by the way!”

[vcndalen]

𝒿𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶.

“shit, yeah…sorry,” jude apologized, a hand carding through his messy curled locks. “i, well, i thought i was at the right address, but this is definitely not the new speakeasy everyone was talking about down at the bar. d’ya happen to know where that might be?” 

alie tilted her head in wonderment, a speakeasy in a second level flat? they must really be serving something strong in the bar where this man was. “sorry, i don’t, aren’t speakeasy’s usually underground though? i don’t know much about them but i don’t think they’d be in a second-floor walk up.”

[vcndalen]

𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽.

Brittany couldn’t help but let out a small giggle when the female opened the door and revealed the eye masks resting beneath her eyes. “I personally think this could be a new look. Like definitely an A plus effort.” Brittany confirmed flashing a quick thumbs up to the blonde. She was a stark comparison to how Alie currently looked, dolled up with dark makeup, blood red lips and a simple, silk dress clinging to her thin figure, showing off her curves in all the needed places. “and this is urgent, massive party, just on the outskirts of town. I received an invite from this guy at the pub and figured you’d wanna join me.”

“i don’t think so, but it definitely makes my dark circles away and that’s worth how strange i look when i wear them.” she pushed her door open so that britt could enter while she contemplated the offer, it was late but she knew she wasn’t about to go to sleep anytime soon, and she was on top of all of her assignments... “i don’t have anything to wear... well i’m sure i do but most of my party outfits are going to look silly and young. will you help me find something?”

[vcndalen]

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒹.

it was as if he instantly calmed when the female placed a gentle hand on his arm and spoke to him softly. he sighed and stepped back, frowning at his dripping sleeves before he began to panic a little more when she mentioned his books. he picked them up, examining them, turning them over repeatedly and gently wiping them with one of the napkins the girl had brought over. charlie placed them neatly stacked to one side. “burnt? no. it was ice tea,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “how embarrassing. i’m sorry. i overreacted. i just wasn’t expecting that, is all,” the male pursed his lips and shifted awkwardly. “thank you though. you’re very kind,”

“my favourite trick is silica gel packets when i spill drinks on my books, my mamma taught me that. you know those little packets you get in shoe boxes? pour in on the pages and close the book.” most people just threw the little packets out but they had so much more use to them than everyone assumed. her cheeks flushed red at her assumption that it’d been hot tea that spilt everywhere, “it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed, it startled you. besides, books are important, i would panic too.” she stepped back, realising how close she’d been standing before extending her hand with a wide smile. “i’m alieke, or alie if you like. can i get you another tea? i was going to get a hot chocolate after mamma and i stopped talking which is... well now.”

[vcndalen]

“as you can see, i was definitely not expecting company,” alie stifled a grin, raising her eyebrows to direct even more attention to the eye masks she wore. she was rather grateful she was wearing them at this point because there was very little under her dressing gown protecting her modesty, her silk slip certainly wasn’t doing any favours. it might’ve been the only time in her life where she relished her beauty routine being interrupted. “is it urgent? i think i should put on some proper clothing.”