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( cw: brief mentions of #parental death and #car accident, nothing detailed! )
ā ā theĀ sonĀ ofĀ aĀ retiredĀ formulaĀ oneĀ driverĀ andĀ aĀ frenchĀ classicsĀ professorĀ whoĀ neverĀ quiteĀ fitĀ theĀ circusĀ aroundĀ him,Ā heĀ grewĀ upĀ withĀ privilege,Ā comfortĀ andĀ aĀ familyĀ nameĀ peopleĀ neverĀ seemedĀ toĀ leaveĀ alone.Ā clarisseĀ taughtĀ ancientĀ literatureĀ forĀ aĀ living,Ā quietĀ andĀ exactingĀ inĀ aĀ wayĀ thatĀ madeĀ herĀ anĀ unlikelyĀ matchĀ forĀ Ā billĀ harvey;Ā brilliantĀ onĀ track,Ā impossibleĀ offĀ it and already a known playboy by the time she met him.Ā
ā ā forĀ aĀ while,Ā peopleĀ likedĀ toĀ thinkĀ she'dĀ settledĀ billĀ down.Ā heĀ wasĀ proudĀ ofĀ alec,Ā generousĀ whenĀ itĀ matteredĀ andĀ presentĀ oftenĀ enough.Ā thenĀ cameĀ anotherĀ marriage,Ā anotherĀ house,Ā anotherĀ childĀ inĀ aĀ newspaperĀ photographĀ andĀ laterĀ moreĀ ofĀ theĀ same.Ā his mother handled it with the kind of composure people praised because they never saw what it cost her. alec did. he saw enough bad days, enough attempts to put herself back together, to know he never wanted to become the sort of man who made the people he loved recover from him. he also knew, even then, that he hated waiting for anyone to choose him.
ā ā at ten, he told his father he wanted to race too, and bill was more than happy to put him where he needed to be, sending him to tracks between school and expecting him to keep up with both. it helped, of course, that alec was good. when a few of his half-siblings later tried to follow the same road, he made sure he stayed far enough ahead that no one could turn the family name into a shared headline. from red bull to ferrari, he built his own reputation, charming in interviews, easy with people and still much more competitive than he liked to admit.
who : phoebe "fifi" dahll & you @capritownstarters
location : beach bonfire at lido bellanotte
status : open ( 0/5 )
"I'M LONGING TO LINGER 'TIL DAWN, dear, just saying this," the velvet words left red lips, amplified by the sound of the microphone propped before her. her brown irises lifted from the piano keys before her, feeding off the energy of the partygoers as adrenaline filled her system. performing gave a high no drug could replicate, there was no moment where fifi felt more alive than when she was on stage. "sweet dreams, 'til sunbeams find you. sweet dreams, that leave all worries far behind you."
she took a deep breath, preparing for the final notes as she finished out the jazz tune. "but in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me~" the applause rippled through fifi's body, causing her entire being to glow in satisfaction. it didn't matter the size of the stage, she was found herself stealing the show and now wasn't any different. "thank you, please tip your servers and enjoy the rest of the party!"