Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

[celestialbody]

Wren Cross

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eaching out, Wren gently patted Belle's head, smoothing his hand over her soft hair. A smile tugged at his lips in response to her saying she wanted to see his grandparents soon.

"Don't worry, we'll have time for them while you're here, and I'm sure they'll be really excited to see you."

He moved his hand from her head, a playful yet exasperated expression forming on his face.

"But if we see them today, they won’t let you go for hours."

He said it with a laugh, but there was a hint of truth in his words, and he knew Belle probably understood exactly what he meant. His grandparents adored her, dote on her like she was their own granddaughter, and once she was with them, there would be no getting away anytime soon.

"We'll mingle for a bit, have fun, and then visit them another day. Together."

Finishing their food, they continued their conversation, catching up on life. Wren, as usual, disappointed Belle with his lack of romantic updates, the result of simply not putting in the effort. He laughed as Belle updated him on her own romantic adventures — or rather, the failures of them — including one particularly amusing disaster earlier that day. He consoled her with a soft chuckle, always willing to lend an ear, and soon enough they were hopping into Wren’s truck, heading toward the lodge for the party.

As soon as they arrived, they made their way up to the top floor. The door was already open, and the sight of the bustling party filled the air with a sense of excitement. People were already walking around with drinks in hand, chatting, and laughing. The Christmas decorations added a warm, festive touch, making the penthouse feel homey and inviting.

Wren, however, felt his unease rising as they stepped deeper into the room. He found himself sticking close to Belle, his gaze flickering from her to the ground as the crowd seemed to close in.

"Wow, wasn’t expecting this many people to be honest, quite the turnout..."

He shifted his weight slightly, clearly not entirely comfortable in the social setting.

"How about I go get us some drinks?"

The offer was more of a way for him to retreat a little from the crowd, but his tone remained warm and considerate, always looking out for her.

outfit:

location:

Lodge Penthouse Party

tags:

Isabelle PrincessAveRedfern

 

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  ShellBelles -Roman
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Auriela

Constable's Wild Child

,Auriela smiled brightly as she watched Roman spin around in the coat, her excitement evident as she clapped her hands.

"I really don’t understand why you’ve never worn this before; I absolutely love it! I might just have to steal it from you,"

she chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with delight. She looked up at them, her expression playful yet sincere.

"If you feel like it’s too much, you could always layer it with a white button-down underneath and pair it with some khakis or brown pants,"

she suggested, her tone turning thoughtful.

"That would tone it down from being over the top to something more casual. But if you’re feeling a bit bolder, my love, I’d recommend a matching red button-down and some sleek black dress pants. That would really make a statement!"

As she spoke, she walked over to the dresser, rummaging through the items in search of the perfume she had gifted them a while back. The scent always reminded her of special moments they shared, and she thought it would be the perfect finishing touch.

"You look really good in that, Romi Pooh,"

she said, turning back to them with a warm smile.

"Just wear it with confidence, and you’ll absolutely own the room!"

Her encouragement was genuine, and she hoped they could see how much she believed in them.

♡coded by uxie♡

POV - Roman Marshall
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Roman chuckled and smiled at Auriela's enthusiasm, glad that she seemed to like the coat. They didn't really know much about style, but they were willing to give a crack at it if it meant pleasing her. As she walked over to the dresser, they turned towards the closet and looked around, humming in thought. "Hmm. I think I have those things. Let me see." Roman rummaged through the closet before pulling out a red button-down and some black dress pants. Pretty convenient, actually. Roman placed the clothes over their arm, neatly. These were some of their most flashy clothes, even though they usually liked to keep it casual with the way they dressed. But if it made Auriela happy, then they were more than happy to shake things up for tonight.

Though as Roman glanced back at Auriela, they couldn't help but frown a bit, checking out her outfit for this party. Not to say that the dress wasn't pretty. Or that they weren't okay with her dressing the way she wanted to. But it was very cold out tonight. They didn't want her getting sick. Roman then perked up with an idea popping into their head. They dug into closet once more, before pulling out a pair of black leggings. Yes, it was something that they owned. Roman was never opposed to more feminine clothing. Besides, they were pretty comfy. Smiling, Roman held up the leggings for Auriela to see as they spoke up. "Hey, um...what would you say to wearing these? They're pretty comfy and, well, warm. You won't have to be out in the cold like that. Plus, I think you'd look nice with them still."

PrincessAveRedfern

 

[ShellBelles]

mood :

excited

location :

lodge, her room

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

hector ShellBelles

Jayashri

;; Zara

Zara smiled and let out an amused huff of air at Héctor's declaration that people were going to kick themselves for not looking as stellar as them. And for Zara, that was practically the equivalent of a fit of laughter, seeing as she was not the sort to laugh out loud frequently.

She stood and watched as her friend looked around her extremely organized room. It was elegant and minimalistic- the first thing she did when she got in was take out any tacky hotel art and replaced it with more classic pieces of her own. Nothing was out of place, she kept everything tidy and clean.

Of course the first thing he wanted to do was see her outfits. Zara knew how passionate Héctor was about fashion. She enjoyed fashion as well, but was not nearly as involved in it as he was. She liked to shop and look good, but he was a proper fashion designer. She valued his input on this sort of thing.

"They're all in my room," she said, walking swiftly to the doorway that led to her bedroom. "This way." She opened the door to a comfortable and chic space, with two large closets. She opened them both up to reveal all her clothes, neatly organized into planned out outfits. "There are a lot of options, but these are probably the most suitable for a party." Zara gestured towards a section with shorter dresses, which were still elegant, but differed from her largely professional wardrobe.

coded by reveriee.

POV - Héctor Castillo
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Héctor followed Zara into her room, intrigued to see all the different outfits she had planned. He wasn't expecting her to be as involved with design as he was. Though he had a feeling that she had some pretty good tastes. Besides, he had quite the influence on how people viewed fashion, so he had no problem being her mentor. Keeping his hands on his hips, Héctor stepped into Zara's room, taking it all in. When he saw all of the clothes she had hanging in her closets he hummed in thought, smirking as he went up to have a closer look at them.

Quite a colorful selection she had. Which was a good sign. Meant that there were options to choose from. Héctor was gripping his chin with his finger and thumb, examining all of Zara's dresses as if he was a researcher examining ancient artifacts. Héctor couldn't lie, Zara seemed to spend her money's worth on all these outfits. But expensive didn't always mean fashionable. Even the most wealthy of clothing came out looking tacky. Luckily, Zara's choice of clothing seemed to match her personality. Bold and fierce. Which he liked for her.

As she stood next to him, Héctor took one of the dresses from the closet, still keeping his panache attitude as he smiled and held it up in front of her, trying to get a feel of what her colors were. "Not bad, Mija, not bad. I see you don't beat around the bush when it comes to variety. Muy buena." Héctor moved the dress away as he raised an eyebrow, still smirking at Zara while standing there with the dress in his hand. "But let's talk about what vibe you want to give off, hm? Do you want the people practically drooling over you? Or do you want them to know that they're nowhere near your league?"

Lizy (Zara)

 

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Auriela

Constable's Wild Child

Aurie turned with a bright smile once she found the perfume she had been searching for, her heart racing with excitement.

"For you, yes... here,"

she said, her voice filled with warmth as she gently took the leggings from their hands and replaced them with the elegant bottle of perfume. The fragrance was a captivating blend, featuring top notes of black cherry liqueur and bitter almond that instantly drew attention. As the scent unfolded, the heart revealed a lush bouquet of Turkish rose, jasmine sambac, sour cherry, and ripe plum, creating an intoxicating floral and fruity harmony. Finally, the base notes emerged with rich layers of tonka bean, vanilla, and cinnamon, intertwined with the warmth of Peru balsam, benzoin, sandalwood, cloves, cedar, patchouli, and vetiver.

"Now get ready so we can head to the party!"

she added cheerfully, her excitement bubbling over. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on their cheek, a playful gesture that made the moment feel even more special.

After that sweet exchange, Aurie slid off her shoes, careful to be quiet so as not to disturb Roman's mom and grandmother, who were fast asleep in the house. She felt a rush of energy as she glided into the leggings, the fabric hugging her legs comfortably and giving her a sense of daring confidence. Once she was fully dressed, she slipped her shoes back on, the familiar sensation grounding her as she prepared for the night ahead.

With a flirty and slightly wild spirit, she did a small twirl, showing off the striking contrast of her red dress against the sleek black leggings underneath. The fabric swirled around her legs, accentuating her figure and adding to her excitement.

"How does it look now?"

she asked, looking up at Roman with sparkling eyes and a teasing grin, radiating joy and a hint of mischief. The moment felt electric, filled with the promise of laughter, spontaneity, and unforgettable memories at the party.

As she awaited their response, Aurie's mind raced with thoughts of the evening to come—the music, the dancing, and the chance to create lasting memories with friends. She felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a touch of boldness, ready to embrace whatever craziness the night might bring. The rich, enchanting scent of the perfume lingered in the air, wrapping her in a luxurious embrace and making her feel both alluring and confident. Looking into Roman's eyes, she sought their approval, wanting to share not just her outfit but her excitement for the night ahead, eager to dive into the adventure that awaited them.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[fieldofclover]

now playing: golden - zella day, transitioning into let go for tonight - foxes

Molly had never felt this empowered before. Her head was held high as she made her way through town, destination home. Nothing was going to stop her from letting loose tonight - that was, until she crossed the threshold of the front door, catching the attention of her parents. Samuel was stoking the fire in the fireplace, adding another log to the flames. Laura was folding clothes on the couch directly opposite the fireplace, glancing up at her youngest daughter as she entered the house. Crap.

"I hope you practiced hard today, sweetheart. You really disappointed your father and I when we found out that you weren't going to perform for the trials today." Her mother's tone was snippy like it always was. It didn't surprise Molly one bit that she'd continue ripping into her. "You know, Marley would have never pulled half the shit that you and your brother constantly get away with. There's a reason that she's succeeding in life while you two aren't." Laura didn't even look up from the shirt she was folding as she spoke, heartless as usual.

Samuel stood, wiping his palms on his slacks as he turned to face the two. "Aw, Laur, cut my Mol some slack here. If she didn't think her routine was good yet, then it really mustn't have been." Laura finally glanced up, her glare piercing. "Hmph. Marley would have performed."

Those four words immediately ignited the spark that would become a flame, a verbal fight breaking out between husband and wife. And Molly was just an innocent bystander to it all. Normally, she would have just snuck off to her room, but today she wasn't going to. No, she was going to stand her ground this time. "Enough!" Her voice cut through the bickering, locking both pairs of eyes on her. "Marley this, Marley that. All you ever do is compare me to Marley. But have you ever realized that I don't want to be just like your precious Marley? Or do you just not care about anyone but her? Because it's sure starting to seem like it. Let me tell you something right now, Mom. I'm not Marley, and I will never be her. And I know you hate me because I'm not perfect like her. But honestly...I don't even care anymore. Believe what you want to believe. I'm done here."

And with that, Molly stormed off towards her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She rested against the wood paneling, out of breath from her dramatic outburst. That felt good. She might not have a place to stay tonight, but she'd deal with that after the party. The party. Her eyes lit up upon remembering. What would she wear? How would she wear her hair? What seemed like a million ideas began to swirl around her mind. She immediately started for her closet, pulling out dress after dress, skirt after skirt...until she saw it. There, a red faux leather skirt sat on a hanger, begging Molly to wear it. And wear it, she did. She paired it with a black spaghetti-strapped crop top and red heels, fastening a turquoise necklace around her neck. Her hair went down, brushed and in the loose waves it normally fell in. A neutral eye, paired with a bold red lip completed the look. But, of course, she couldn't go out in just that - it was, after all, cold outside - so she quickly grabbed her favorite blue cardigan and headed out of her room.

She confidently strode past her parents, who were starting to bitch and moan again. But Molly chose to ignore them, instead pushing past them and making her way outside. As she walked in the direction of the lodge, she pulled her cardigan a bit closer to her frame. This definitely wasn't a good choice of winter-ready clothes. But who cared? Her blonde hair moved with the wind as she pulled her phone out from the pocket of her cardigan, opening her messaging app and texting a former friend who was rumored to be back in town. And with a few back and forth texts, it was confirmed that Summer was, in fact, in Revelstoke.

Molly walked a bit faster upon that news. She was going to meet Summer in her room before they'd go to the party. Hopefully, she'd also meet that visiting girl there too. Who knew? All she knew was that she was free.

wearing: i just want to be golden, transitioning into turn off the lights
tags: ShellBelles (Eileen) , PrincessAveRedfern (Summer)

pantone

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#3a382b
Molly Harding

coded by weldherwings.

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Summer Knight

Musician Writer/ Producer

Location

Lodge Room

"Maybe this is the fresh start I need"

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fieldofclover -Molly

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ummer felt the weight of stress pressing down on her as she paced back and forth in her cozy lodge room. The walls around her were adorned with rustic charm, but none of it could distract her from the turmoil swirling in her mind. After a few days of solitude, she had completely unpacked her things, yet the sense of calm she had hoped for remained elusive. Clad in her comfortable sweats, she sought to clear her head and find a moment of peace amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Just when she thought she might drown in her worries, a notification pinged on her phone. To her surprise, it was a message from Molly, her old friend, asking if it was true that she was in town. The unexpected message brought a flicker of excitement to her otherwise heavy heart. Yes, indeed, here she was, a world away from the struggles that had consumed her for the past few months. The painful loss of her adoptive parents had left her feeling adrift, and the recent discovery that her biological parents were searching for her only added to her confusion and heartache. It felt as if she were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, with no way to find her footing.

In search of an escape from the relentless spotlight and expectations of her life, she had come to this remote lodge, a place she believed no one would think to look for her. It was a sanctuary where she could breathe, if only for a little while. As she reflected on her decision, she felt a flicker of hope. Molly would surely come here to prepare for the party they had planned, and that thought sparked a desire in Summer to make the most of her time before the festivities began.

With a sigh that seemed to release some of her pent-up anxiety, Summer walked into the bathroom, ready to tackle her hair. She glanced into the mirror, taking a moment to study her reflection. Her blondish-brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she pondered how to style it. The myriad of options flooded her mind—should she pull it back into a sleek ponytail, twist it into intricate braids, or let loose with soft, romantic curls? Each possibility seemed to represent a different version of herself, and the decision weighed on her.

Taking a deep breath, she settled on curling her hair first. It felt like a small act of self-care, a way to reclaim a bit of normalcy in a life that had felt anything but. As she gathered her styling tools, she turned on some uplifting music, letting the familiar melodies wash over her like a comforting embrace. Singing along to the tunes, she found herself momentarily lost in the rhythm, her worries fading, if only for a little while, as she eagerly awaited her friend's arrival. The anticipation of reconnecting with Molly infused her with a renewed sense of purpose, reminding her that amidst the chaos, there was still joy to be found.

 

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Isabelle

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Belle smiled warmly and nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Of course! I’ll probably spend the night when I visit them so I can give them my full attention,"

she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. The thought of an evening filled with laughter and connection made her heart flutter. Once she finished her meal, a sense of anticipation filled the air as they made their way to Wren's truck, ready to dive into the lively atmosphere of the party.

As they arrived, the pulsating beats of music enveloped them like a warm embrace. Belle felt a wave of excitement mixed with a hint of overwhelm. She instinctively wrapped her arm around Wren’s, squeezing it tightly to reassure both him and herself.

"Wow, I had no idea we had this many people in town or at the Lodge,"

she exclaimed, raising her voice so he could hear her over the thumping bass and chatter surrounding them. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the vibrant scene filled with familiar faces and new acquaintances.

When Wren asked if he could get her a drink, Belle felt a rush of warmth at his thoughtful demeanor. She released her grip on his arm, allowing him to move freely. With a smile that hinted at her appreciation, she replied,

"You know what I like. I’ll be over by the window when you get back."

Watching him walk away, she felt a sense of comfort in knowing he was just a short distance away.

Once he disappeared into the throng of partygoers, Belle made her way to the window, drawn by the need for a moment of clarity amid the bustling crowd. She leaned against the cool glass, her gaze drifting around the room as she tried to take stock of the faces that surrounded her. Was it going to be just her and Wren tonight, or would she spot some familiar friends in the mix? The anticipation lingered in the air, and she hoped for a night filled with laughter, connection, and perhaps even a few surprises.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Lizy]

mood :

nervous

location :

police car

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

blair celestialbody

McKay

;; Soren

Soren was thankful for Officer Rosewood's politeness during the whole ordeal. He smiled and graciously accepted his offer of help with the bags. As the officer grabbed his tote bad from the back seat, he went to open the trunk. Soren almost protested when Officer Rosewood swiftly picked up his suitcase, he didn't want the man to think Soren was making him do all the manual labor. But, he didn't want to use his energy insisting, and the officer seemed happy to do it.

Besides, neither bag was that heavy. Surprisingly, for someone who owned a lot of clothes, Soren packed pretty lightly. Clothing and personal items were thrown into the bags hastily, he wanted to leave home quickly. It was as if he was running from something. In a way, maybe he was. He didn't want to think about that right now. He was just... taking a vacation. That was it. A vacation.

"I'll... uh, take the back if that's ok," Soren decided before sliding into the back seat, next to his bags. As he closed the door and buckled his seatbelt, all of the "what ifs?" crossed his mind. As nice as Officer Rosewood seemed, Soren was acutely aware he was in a car, in an unfamiliar town, with a stranger. He could feel his heart point in his chest and looked out the window as they pulled away in an effort to calm his nerves.

"Hm?" Soren looked forward, towards Officer Rosewood, mind catching up with what the man asked. "Oh, just... traveling around for the holidays. I wanted a vacation." He spoke with little conviction, it was as if even he was unsure of why he was in town.

A brief silence followed, Soren was unsure of what to say next. He really didn't like talking about himself, he really didn't know how to converse with the man driving, and he really wanted this car ride to be over. Fast. It didn't have anything to do with Officer Rosewood. There was just something about being in someone else's car that made him feel... stuck. He hated it.

But, he didn't want to meet the officer's kindness with rudeness, so he asked to first question that popped into his head. "So... what do you recommend around town?"

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