ellie's garden

just one more day !!

[yourcinluv]

one more day … in ellie's garden .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ muse blog for ciderpointhq

gwynevere bianchi - 29 ( kennedy mcmann )   ▶︎ it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero 

owen wright - 34 ( jordan calloway )  ▶︎ an incantation like an anti-curse, or is it a blessing? 

winnifred amarin - 26 ( jamie juthapich )  ▶︎ i've been up on the pedestal, but tonight i just wanna fall

winston su - 35 ( derek luh )  ▶︎ am i the boy you dreamed of? living in your self conscious

winter nacar - 32 ( pinar deniz )  ▶︎  and i got bad news, but i didn't fight 

[fcreverlasting]

"maybe I'm blinded by the movies, but I really think a spy would be better at not acting suspicious as fuck. right?" suddenly, he doesn't sound so sure. but only for a split second, before a gasp cuts her off from answering. "but maybe that's the play... like— hiding in plain sight!" his head tilts as he glances down at her, grin wide. "not unless you count all the prescriptions my doctors give me."

[yourcinluv]

her pointer finger taps against the side of her head as laughter snorts out of her. “kind of the move, if you think about it," said with the wisdom of a spy. which, to be clear, winnie is not. “they say the best lies are grounded in truth. there's something there.” her eyes roll when he meets her gaze, and she doesn't even mean to do it, but her smile gives her away. “well, there you go. she's after your drugs. solved it.” 

[fcreverlasting]

"it should. you're pretty, you could make it work." it crosses her mind that maybe she doesn't have the confidence, but it's probably not worth dwelling on. she doesn't need another project right now. "gwynevere..." grace repeats, trying the name out on her lips. "sounds familiar, but I don't know why." clicks her tongue, taps her nails against the door of her car. gas forgotten for now, and she'll probably forget the pump isn't working by the time she tries to fill her tank, too. "did you go to school here?" it's usually her first guess. she knew everyone in high school, but she only knew the people worth knowing. "yeah, that's me." can't forget a face like this, right?

[yourcinluv]

she doesn't know what to do with the compliment, but she can't deny it's nice to hear, from grace of all people. god, if only she could go back in time, let twelve-year-old gwyn know that grace liang called her pretty. in her farm clothes, nonetheless. “…yes.” the click of the gas tank never sounded so nice. “same graduating class, actually.” not that she's particularly anxious to give her the upper-hand, but in her defense, gwyn tried her best to keep to herself back then. “well,” a pause, “it's nice to meet you again.” 

[earlyblues]

brett  doesn't  care  enough  to  hide  the  joy  on  his  face  as  he  watches  the  other  EAGERLY  dig  into  his  popcorn  bucket.  it  looks  difficult,  brett  won't  lie,  and  he's  very  glad  it's  the  other  guy  and  not  him.  he  laughs  hearing  the  other's  question.  “C'MON,  MAN,  it's  only  been  thirty  seconds  !”

[yourcinluv]

“oh, fuck off, it's been longer than thirty seconds!" he all but shouts through a mouthfull of popcorn. there are already too many kernels in his teeth for his liking. he swallows, pointer finger stuck out toward his face. “you're sick, man.” 

[earlyblues]

she's  proud  of  herself  for  making  it  to  the  couch  after  she'd  showered,  telling  herself  that  her  proximity  to  the  kitchen  will  ensure  she  actually  does  get  up  and  make  her  tea.  AND  SHE  WILL  !  only  after  she  scrolls  through  every  tiktok  video  with  the  hashtag  cider  point  attached,  doing  her  best  to  find  any  and  every  angle  of  winston's  performance.  there  are  hardly  any,  and  she  wonders  if  that's  because  cider  point  residents  are  less  likely  to  use  their  phones  at  an  event  like  this  or  because  of  something  within  the  performance.

she  thinks  she's  finally  found  one  when  she  hears  a  knock  on  the  door.  she  wasn't  expecting  anyone,  but  ariella  never  had  visitors.  honey  locks  her  phone  and  places  it  face  down  on  their  coffee  table,  pushing  herself  up  off  of  the  couch.  she  takes  a  deep  breath  and  puts  on  her  BEST  SMILE,  preparing  to  see  the  man  who  had  been  thinking  about  her  all  night.  WHO  ELSE  COULD  IT  BE  ? 

she  bounces  over  to  the  door,  face  bright  as  she  opens  it.  “MATEO,  i  was  wondering  –  winston  ?”  tries  her  best  to  keep  her  face  as  it  is,  lest  she  give  away  her  biggest  secret.  he  looks  OUT  OF  SORTS,  and  she  wonders  if  something  really  did  happen  at  his  performance.  face  softens  (  deflates  )  as  she  widens  the  door,  giving  him  a  nod.  “of  course.”  it  takes  everything  in  her  to  not  ask  ‘  where’s  bea  ?  '  in  fact,  she’s  literally  biting  the  inside  of  her  lip  to  avoid  it.  still,  she  closes  her  door  as  quickly  as  she  can  without  setting  off  alarm  bells,  just  in  case  A  BEAUTIFUL  BASS  PLAYER  is  hiding  off  to  the  side  to  surprise  her.  “i  was  just  about  to  make  some  tea.  want  a  cup  ?”

[yourcinluv]

oh. 

a name he doesn't know yet. a name he can only hope he isn't supposed to know yet. except, she seems genuinely surprised to see him. and he thinks that hurts worse. almost worse than the way her face falls as his entry widens. 

he slips past her, turns once he's in the living room, and then…stops. for the first time, maybe ever, winston doesn't know what to do with his hands. or, rather, he knows what he wants to do with them, but he doesn't know what honey wants. he does know that's a rejection he couldn't handle, so they hang limp, useless, at his sides as he watches her. “i'll make it!" his feet are already moving for the kitchen, desperate to bring a smile to her face. a real one. “chamomile? throat coat? orange and spice? i'm drawing the line at anything green tea or black tea based. beauty sleep and all.” he only stops when he reaches the cupboard he knows houses her tea ( because he unpacked it there ), throws his own smile over his shoulder, hopes it's enough. “d'you wanna pick my mug?” 

[pastlifc]

     imessage ᯓ➤ winston su ( @yourcinluv )

beatriz: wyd beatriz: i left my car at my moms and i don't feel like walking beatriz: i'm giving you a once in a lifetime offer to give me a ride

[yourcinluv]

winston: doesnt matter winston: where are u???

[fcreverlasting]

"you're laughing at me!" yet, there's no bite to it like there normally would be. a very grace stomp of her foot and pout she's perfected through years of practice, but an unfamiliar warmth in her heart watching him try to keep it in, too. "what don't I like? it's frumpy and it's like something someone's great, great grandmother would wear— and it hides everything! what's the point in having such great legs if you're just gonna cover them up!"

[yourcinluv]

he presses one hand to the center of his chest, shaking his head despite the amusement sparkling in his eyes. “i would never laugh at you.” which may be more convincing had he managed to keep the laughter from his voice. “what if we got it hemmed? would you wear it then?” palms lift up, head tilts, and a grin breaks through the serious expression he's attempting. “pilgrim sleeves are in this summer. i saw it on instagram.” 

[invlsiblestring]

the moment he opens the door and hears her words, his eyes roll. though, as always, there's the hint of a smile. " i took literally two seconds, win. do i need to teach you how to count ? " closing the door, he buzzes with a slight nervous energy. he's been sitting on this for a long time, waiting . . . hoping, perhaps, one day she'd be ready to receive it. " i'm just going to get right to it, okay ? because the longer i hold off, the more i'll end up rambling, and no one wants that. " he starts moving, in the faith that she'll follow behind. " uh, so . . . i did something a little crazy. " is it ? he's not sure. coming to a stop outside of the door that leads into his garage. he turns to face her, serious expression. " promise me you won't get mad. " a big ask when she has no idea what he's doing. but he likes to think they're close enough that trust is simply the default setting. his pinky raises, and he extends it towards her.

[yourcinluv]

it's safe to say there's a lot going on at the moment. a lifetime of friendship meant a lifetime of learning the other's warning signs and winnie can't remember the last time he's shown this many all at once. before she can return the quip, he's on the move and she's a few steps behind, mouth open. just in case she gets the chance to interrupt. but the opportunity doesn't present itself until he turns around, pinky raised in her face. wide eyes blink at him and, now that she has a moment to speak, she's not quite sure what to say. slowly, her own pinky lifts, wraps around his, but her eyes stay fixed on him. “crazy ha-ha…or crazy i should have brought a shovel?” 

[pastlifc]

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: shirley's  diner, penny  lane

hands  clasp  on  the  table  in  front  of  her,  leaning  practically  halfway  across  the  table  in  her  excitement,  unable  to  contain  her  grin.  “ladies,”  she  announces,  looking  between  the  three  of  them  with  a  sparkle  in  her  eye.  “i've  gathered  you  all  here  tonight  for  none  other  than,”  drumming  her  palms  against  the  table,  bottom  lip  pulled  between  teeth,  “a  juicy  little  tea  sesh  !  big  thanks  to  win  for  setting  up  for  us.”  a  finger  pointed  her  way,  eager  to  dig  into  the  pie  and  ice  cream  set  out  before  them.  “WHO'S  FIRST  ?  not  it  !”  she  calls,  finger  rushing  to  touch  the  tip  of  her  nose  immediately. 

@earlyblues @yourcinluv @fcreverlasting

[yourcinluv]

it's not the first time working at shirley's came in handy, and she has a feeling it wouldn't be the last. still, a bright smile rounds and rosies her cheeks. “not it!" the words leave her mouth at the same speed her index finger finds her nose, even as guilt turns her gut. “i bet teddy and grace have lots to share,” sung as her free hand reaches for one of the spoons set between them. / @earlyblues @fcreverlasting

[yourcinluv]

honey .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ shirley's diner / @earlyblues

normally, winnifred amarin would never take a moment of silence for granted. except, today, the diner is full of them, both because they're experiencing a dry spell before an influx of tourists and because honey's barely said a word. it kind of scared the shit out of her. “i looked for you. at winston and bea's set.” she kept her eyes focused on rolling silverware. “i didn't see you.” 

[yourcinluv]

honey .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ honey and ariella's home, may fifteenth, close to midnight / 

he doesn't know how he managed to lose her so quickly in the crowd — after his set, after kai's. honey is the one person he knew like the back of his hand. after years spent tracking her down at every party in l.a., anticipating her every move, it shouldn't have been so easy. unless, of course, she didn't want to be found. because honey is the one person who knew him like the back of her hand. after years spent tracking him down at every party in l.a., anticipating his every move, she knew exactly what to do to avoid him. but he can't stomach that thought, so after searching the grounds, he hopped in his car and went to the last place he expected her to run to after a big event: home. 

they haven't lived in cider point long, and she's lived with ariella for even less time, but he still knows the way by heart. in fact, he's willing to bet he could find his way there with his eyes closed. which is good, considering his focus isn't on the road as he drives, or runs up her driveway, or knocks frantically on the door. relief hits him like a truck when the door opens to a familiar pair of brown eyes, but runs cold when they don't meet his with their usual warmth. what the fuck happened tonight? “hey.”  he's breathless, frantic, wants to blame the adrenaline from the performance but knows that isn't the reason. there's a pause as he searches for the words to ask the numerous questions running circles in his brain, but he can't find them. instead, “can i come in?” 

[invlsiblestring]

his mind races, urges for him to explain, but the words stay bitten back. his first priority here is the little girl who depends only on him. he doesn't want to say something that may upset her if she overhears. he's her dad. it's as simple and as complicated as that. still, when he looks at gwyn now, there's a tightness in his chest. it's painful — looking at her hurts. reminds him that his attempts to move on haven't worked as well as he once thought. " yeah, " he breathes out, glancing away for a moment. jaw tensing as he fights to keep his emotions at bay. " she is. " he's aware that he's being short. cold in comparison to the warmth he'd once been around her. but his guard is up. both his parents broke his heart a long time ago, and what she had managed to repair of it had shattered the day she walked away. perhaps that's the reason he's never been able to better himself for anyone else. a couple of months. through summer, at least. it replays in his mind. a breath exhaled as he finally lets his gaze drift back towards her. " cool. " what else is he supposed to say ? let's catch up ? he's sure that would only make things harder. " your friends must be happy you're back. i'm sure a lot of people have missed you. " i've missed you. " there's a lot of new faces around here, too. " i've missed you everyday since you left. " people to get to know. " and when you leave again, i'll miss you for the rest of my life.

[yourcinluv]

god, how did people do this? everything in her chest hurt and, despite years of practice holding everything in, her chest threatened to crack open, right here, in the middle of penny park. she couldn't even blame him for the frost in the warming months, but she hated it. hated knowing it was her own fault. hated that she couldn't find the courage to apologize again. is there even a point? clearly, his life kept moving, even when she managed to stay stuck in the same rut, states away. each sentence hit her harder and it took decades of practiced antipathy to keep it from showing. all she could do was hope that, some time in their years apart, blue lost the ability to read her like an open book. “yeah, um —" she tucked her hands into her back pockets, just in case. “yeah, everything feels different.” especially this. especially you. “and…not." especially me. the longer she stole glances at him, the tighter her throat felt. the same impulse to walk that led her here urged her to leave, before she made an even bigger fool of herself than she already had. “i should — you're busy.” and he couldn't look at her. “and this feels important. so i should…i don't want to interrupt.” 

[earlyblues]

“popped,  obviously.  what  do  you  take  me  for  ?!”  he  can't  even  look  her  in  the  eyes  –  he  feels  as  if  she'll  see  right  through  him.  he's  not  much  of  a  sharer,  but  winnie  had  always  been  really  good  at  getting  him  to  answer  any  and  every  question  she'd  asked.  he  playfully  rolls  his  eyes,  very  gently  flicking  her  leg.  “YOU  CAN'T  STEAL  A  PUBLIC  BENCH.”  the  argument  he's  been  spewing  as  long  as  she's  been  throwing  this  accusation  at  him.  “a  swing,  i  would  take  personally,  though.  so,  good  to  know  that,  for  once,  the  odds  are  in  my  favor.”

[yourcinluv]

“i knew it," she teased, nose lifting into the air. hoped that she could at least bring some levity to a topic she knew was not always easy for him to dwell on. it certainly helped that the pride of knowing him warmed her every time she proved it. “exactly what someone who stole my bench would say.” a bold accusation coming from the girl who scheduled her life around the moments they shared on this very bench. she grabbed his hand…before he could flick her a second time. “helps that it's you,” she shrugged easily. where winnie was concerned, the odds would always be in his favor. 

[ilovethismood]

Margot cheered and danced around on the inside but smiled brightly on the outside. "I have been there a couple times. That would be awesome. I would be very interested in that." Margot started thinking up what she would need to fill a bigger space. "If you are free after class or tomorrow, I'd love to discuss the details."

[yourcinluv]

“i am free after class.” what she would not admit is that she only took this class in the hopes of convincing margot of this very agreement. hands clapped together gently. “i'll buy you a drink, or a coffee, and we can absolutely discuss details!” 

[fcreverlasting]

a loud laugh bubbles out of him. being a man so quiet, it surprises him a little. he'd forgotten that feeling of really letting go. he should have it with his siblings, but he always feels the weight of responsibility even if faint sometimes. even with nes, he still worries every so often that he's going to speak a little too fast or laugh a little too hard and she'll get spooked, realise he's more than she signed up for. even more so lately, while she's back home and he's stuck here in cider point, the distance making the heart grow fonder but the voices in his head louder. "yeah, he does. don't worry, everything is very intentional." he laughs again, much gentler this time, thoughts of his family softening him. "so weird. time needs to slow down, I worried so much less when they were all teenagers, somehow."

[yourcinluv]

he couldn't help the pride that warmed his features when the loud bout of laughter escaped luke. it happened any time he saw his friend a little lighter, a little looser. “hey, i would expect nothing else; he's a smart guy. usually lends to being funny." equal parts wishful thinking and compliment. chuckling, owen nodded his head from side to side. “i don't know, i get that. easier to keep track of ‘em as teenagers almost. harder when they’re all out of the house. you all seem real close though. that definitely makes it way easier.” he hadn't given his folks the same luxury. “at least they're both just down the street, right?” 

[fcreverlasting]

he should feel bad, about waiting for the perfect moment to hand over the book he'd been hiding behind his back, but todd enjoys pushing people to their breaking point, waiting for them to crack. owen holds himself together too well for todd's curiosity not to get the better of him. it's how he ends up in so many damn fights, but he's never been shy to the pain. craved it just as badly, if not more. "as long as it takes me to read it, yeah." if he didn't start for six weeks, that's none of owen's business. "just means you've got plenty of time to sink your teeth into that one, no? are you a fast reader?"

[yourcinluv]

a lot could be said about owen wright, but he wasn't stupid. took a lot of pride in his intelligence, and not in the same way todd nelson seemed to. one of the pros of working with teenagers was he had a lot of experience with boys like todd — arrogant, desperate to push buttons until the other cracked. unfortunately, even his patience was wearing thin, and it showed in his short tone of voice. “uh-huh.” he wiggled the book in his hands between them, jaw tight. “i'll never say no to a sci-fi break. hell, you might like this series, too. a little more advanced than the stuff you write, but captivating.” 

[yourcinluv]

anthony .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ cider point general, outside / @overpours

winter slipped out of the double glass doors, two drinks in her hand. she didn't need an excuse to have yet another coffee ( that would certainly go cold before she had the chance to finish it ), and she didn't need an excuse to see anthony, but she was happy for the excuse to actually take her lunch break. even if that meant spending it talking through whatever check-up he had ahead of him. “hi, stranger,” she greeted, holding out his order as a bright smile lined her lips. “it's like you knew i needed a break, i was just about to start pulling all my hair out, seriously. it never fails to surprise me just how much energy all these small town old folk seem to have.” one arm squeezed his shoulders and she just resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. “how are you doing?”