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

[Lizy]

mood :

mildly annoyed

location :

lodge, her room

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

jordy Syrok18

Jayashri

;; Zara

It wasn't often that Zara woke up next to someone. So, waking up next to Jordan Adams was a bit of a surprise. When she had gone to sleep, she knew he was still there, so it wasn't too shocking. But, she didn't really expect him to still be in her room when she awoke. Especially not on Christmas morning. Did he not have anywhere better to be? He didn't even seem like the type that would want to spend the whole night.

She frowned she looked over at him sleeping. It wasn't like he was interrupting plans or anything, she had nothing set up for Christmas, she was just worried that him hanging around longer meant he wanted something else, something more than the occasional casual hook up. It wasn't like he was the worst person she'd slept with. In fact, he was quite good. And they clicked pretty well. She found herself thoroughly amused when he was around, and Zara wasn't someone who was easily entertained.

It was just, the flirty playboyness of it all. She knew that he was a flirt who slept around, and she didn't like wasting her time. It didn't matter that she did like him enough to feel like she actually wanted to spend time with him. She just wasn't someone who wasted her time like that. Zara knew that Jordy wasn't serious about her, and she was determined to stick to this mutually beneficial arrangement where no one would get hurt.

She got up quietly and headed to her bathroom, fixing her hair and brushing her teeth. Part of her hoped Jordy would sneak out while she was in there, so she wouldn't have to face him. Zara looked in the mirror for a moment, adjusting the straps of her black silk nightgown. Once she was done, she exited the bathroom, just catching Jordy shifting in bed to sit up. "Good morning. When are you planning on getting out of here?" Her tone was a bit icy and impatient, her annoyance towards him spending the night clear.

coded by reveriee.

 

[Lizy]

mood :

nervous, happy

location :

coffee shop

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

t'kaya travelbypages

dunn

;; Brandon

"Brandon," he introduced himself, hesitating slightly as he considered her proposal. He couldn't bring himself to say no. Not when this infectiously positive woman sent him a wink and began pulling him towards the front door of the lodge. Brandon stoped resisting and followed T'kaya out the door of the lodge.

He'd driven to work, so they could've taken his car to town. But, it wasn't too far so he didn't bring that up. He was following the woman's lead, so he barely considered offering her a ride. All Brandon wanted to do was to enjoy her company. He smiled and nodded when she agreed to his plan of getting coffee first, then seeing what happened next.

Arriving at the coffee shop, he was hit with warmth and the scent of fresh coffee. He ordered, then turned his attention to T'kaya, laughing softly as she spoke. "You really won't let this sledding thing go, huh?" Resisting this woman's plans seemed pointless at this point, he was fascinated by her. Things like sledding or snowball fights, which hadn't appealed to him in the past, suddenly seemed all too tempting.

His eyes lit up as she suggested more activities, ones that sounded more within his comfort zone. "Snow angels sound harmless enough. A little silly, but less likely to break any bones doing that than sledding or snowball fighting." Brandon took his coffee as it was handed to him, quietly thanking the barista. He sat at a cozy little table with T'kaya, taking in the sights of town.

For a second, he spaced out, just looking at the snow, But, he was quickly drawn back into reality when T'kaya spoke. Her question caught him off guard a little. He paused, clearly contemplating the question. What was the most spontaneous thing he'd ever done? Pretty much all of his spontaneous actions were done when he was with Lisa, his ex wife. When he really thought about it, the most spontaneous thing he'd ever done was when he proposed to her. He didn't plan it, it just felt like the right moment. In recent times, the only spontaneous thing he'd done was Elowen. But, he wasn't ready to discuss that with anyone.

He didn't want to dump any of that information on T'kaya. His hesitancy made him really think about how the woman he'd just met made him feel. Realistically, he shouldn't care too much about her knowing about his ex wife. But, he felt compelled to not discuss his ex. And he knew he couldn't talk about Elowen, not now.

Brandon took a deep breath before speaking. "I'd tell you, but most of the spontaneous things I've done involve my ex and I don't think that's something you'd enjoy discussing with me." He smiled slightly. "You seem like someone who'd want to keep things light. Besides, most of my spontaneous actions haven't had great results." He gazed at her, a slight flirtatious sparkle in his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. "Maybe you can show me how spontaneous things can lead to fun?"

coded by reveriee.

 

[celestialbody]

Hollis Warner

H

ollis watched with amusement as Raven quickly threw back a glass of wine, her eyes scanning the room before locking back onto her with renewed focus. Hollis lifted a brow, fighting to suppress a laugh as Raven slowly inched closer, her expression shifting from the earlier flustered interest to one of someone prepared to match Hollis' flirtatious provocations.
A rush of excitement coursed through Hollis at the shift, and her grin widened as Raven responded in kind, now clearly ready for whatever playful challenge Hollis threw her way. The holiday visit, which Hollis had expected to be uneventful, was clearly turning out to be anything but.
Hollis observed, her gaze full of curiosity, as Raven’s hand came up to adjust her hair behind her ear. Her fingers trailed a hot path down her neck before pausing for just a moment there, only to retreat again. The small, intimate touch didn’t escape Hollis' notice, and she let out a soft chuckle, her heated gaze locking on Raven’s as she enjoyed the subtle but clear flirtation.

"I think,"

Hollis began, her voice low and teasing as she reached forward and snatched up the hand that had just caressed her neck with that lingering warmth.

"that you’ve got no idea just how bad I can be, Raven."

With a playful glint in her eye, she threaded their fingers together before slowly bringing Raven’s hand close to her mouth. Hollis paused, letting her pointer finger hover just near her lips for a moment before she leaned in, taking it gently between her teeth with a playful nip before pulling back, dropping her hand completely.
As she straightened up, Hollis moved so that her back was facing the counter, her arms resting behind her as she effortlessly hopped up to sit against the flat surface. She angled her head toward Raven, a devious look crossing her features as she leaned back casually, the full weight of her relaxed confidence settling in.

"As for ‘tempting you’… Well, baby, let’s be real—I don’t need to do much of anything."

Her previously flirtatious smile shifted into something far more cocky as she shrugged, all too sure of herself.

"I think we can both tell how badly you want me. Can’t blame you though, I am pretty irresistible, aren’t I? But still, inviting me here with ulterior motives? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe you’re the naughty girl here, RayRay."

A playful glimmer sparkled in Hollis' eyes as she straightened up from her perch on the counter, a mischievous thought popping into her head. She turned to Raven with a curious look, her voice dropping to a more intrigued tone.

"I’ll tell you what though, maybe you're onto something….You up for a fun little game, Raven~?"

outfit:

location:

The Cross Household

tags:

Raven travelbypages

 

[Lizy]

mood :

upset, weirdly nicer than usual

location :

zane's place

outfit :

mentions :

n/a

interactions :

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Samson

;; Casper

Casper accepted the bong Zane passed to him, acutely aware of how the man was eyeing him. He shifted around a bit, trying to look more comfortable, before he took a hit. After he inhaled, he coughed once, rather lightly. He wasn't a pussy or anything when it came to drugs, he was just more of a drinker. A really heavy drinker. Clive was the pothead of the family, not him. He'd need a little time to adjust to the sensation.

He set the bong back on the table and looked at the pizza as Zane spoke. It didn't look any more appetizing than before, but he supposed that would come with time. The cookies however, looked like something he could devour within seconds. Casper watched intently as Zane popped a cookie in his mouth, unconsciously biting his lower lip as he observed. He noticed how Zane's voice dropped down and he felt his heart jump a little. This is the most attractive way anyone had ever ate a cookie in front of him.

"Hm, maybe we'll just have to thank each other," he said, his eyes widening a little as he smirked, tone flirtatious in nature. He took the cookie that was offered to him, fingers just barely grazing Zane's. He popped the cookie in his mouth and grinned. "Wow. This is pretty good. Probably even better after a few more hits."

Casper held eye contact with Zane as he took this next hit, tension palpable. He wasn't really high yet, but the way his body was responding to being around Zane almost made him feel like he was on something. He took another hit, then let out a soft huff of a laugh. The smile Zane shot him made him blush and look away for a second. It wasn't something Casper was used to doing. He was never the flustered sort, he was always the one causing the flustering.

"Thanks," he sighed as he looked back up at Zane and passed the bong. "I guess- I think I'm having an off day. Usually I'm fucking awesome and not lame at all." Casper's body relaxed as he continued talking. "I mean, it's not like who I usually am is much better, it's just... different. I think I might kind of hate myself, actually." He let out a laugh after delivering the more personal revelation shockingly casually. "And I don't think I've ever said that aloud before, so don't you go spreading it around. This is confidential information you're dealing with here, sexy weed man."

Casper stared at Zane intently again. He had spoken casually, in a more relaxed joking manner. But, his eyes were filled with a storm of emotions. There was some admiration for the man in front of him in them. He couldn't help it, not when faced with those glimmering blue eyes. But mostly, they were pleading, silently conveying his innermost thoughts. Please don't think I'm a good for nothing freak. Please don't hurt me.

coded by reveriee.

 

[fieldofclover]

now playing: red hot winter - xylo

Back home, it wasn't uncommon for Tori to be surrounded by cameras. In the modeling world, she was a top priority. And though she was hot under the collar, she was absolutely freezing. Her nightgown was thin, and even though she wore a robe and coat on top of it, the winter wind was no match for what little clothing she had on. Her fuzzy slippers left her perfectly manicured toes exposed to the elements as well, but Tori wasn't budging on anything. The damn paparazzi was going to leave her alone, whether they liked it or not. This particular photographer was going to, as well, even if he didn't think so.

"I know you're one of them. I bet you want more money, you greedy pig. Well, Daddy's not going to give you a single cent more, you hear me? You probably think you're going to get an exclusive story. You're not going to get it. Delete the picture, or I'll expose you for the disgusting paparazzi freak you are. All of you are the same. Every single one of you." Tori was nearly out of breath as she reached once more for the camera. She may have been difficult to deal with in private, but in public, she wouldn't dare taint the good Sinclair name. She had nearly done so earlier that week and it had ended up getting her disowned.

So getting this picture deleted would be her best bet at keeping her family out of a negative light. "And for the record, mister, I'm not 'on' anything. Because if I were, I would be having a great time right now. But of course I'm not, because I'm arguing with you right now. What do you want, anyway? Money? Drugs? Sex? What's your goal here?" Tori huffed and puffed, but it didn't look like the house was going to be blown in anytime soon. If she had to give him something for the photo to be erased, then she would have to eventually give in even though she'd rather not have to go through all these theoretical hoops. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.

wearing: it's a beautiful day for the end of the world
tags: celestialbody (Lucian)

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Victoria Sinclair

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fieldofclover]

now playing: much too young (to feel this damn old) - garth brooks

Before Monroe knew what was happening, Cora had embraced him tightly. It was like he had been ambushed in the best possible way. He reciprocated the hug before pulling away and taking a step back, chuckling softly. "You've got to stop doing that. Warn a guy before you go and bear hug him next time." It was all in good teasing fun, of course. Truth be told, he'd accept any hug from Cora, anticipated or not.

"Too long. God, I can't even remember the last time I saw you." He had been so wrapped up in the farm that he had all but forgotten to check up on his friends, Cora included. "And ol' Gus? He may look healthy to you, but he's moving much slower these days. Probably 'cause he's getting old, but still. I don't know if I can afford to replace him right now. If you can't tell just by looking," Monroe gestured around the ghost of what was once a thriving and bustling farm, "Calhoun Farms ain't doing so great right now." It was the cold, hard truth, and it was hard for him to accept.

He paused for a few moments, contemplating her question. "Honestly? I'd need another pair of hands to help finish screening in the back porch. I mean, I could probably do it myself, but if you're offering..." Monroe shrugged, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "All I can offer you as payment is some warm cider, though. Money's pretty tight at the moment. But I'm sure it'll pick back up once the holidays are over. It just has to."

wearing: no ace left in the hole
tags: PrincessAveRedfern (Cora)

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Monroe Calhoun

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[fieldofclover]

now playing: lonely people - orla gartland

The sudden warmth that radiated around her shoulders activated Molly's fight-or-flight instinct. This guy could have had ulterior motives. He could have been armed and dangerous, for all she knew. Her parents had always drilled it into her that strange men always had it out for pretty girls like her. But he couldn't possibly be a threat to her. This was Revelstoke, not a big city. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked up at him, unsure of her next move. God, he was so hauntingly beautiful. And he definitely smelled like trouble. Normally, she'd run as far as she could in the opposite direction at the thought of getting involved with any troublemakers. That was in the past, back when she was an obedient little starry-eyed girl. Now, she was going to go against her instinct and talk to him. What did she have to lose?

"Oh, me? I'm just going for a walk. Christmas is always so lame at my house." Technically, she wasn't lying - she was, in fact, going for a walk (though she was mainly looking for somewhere warm to stay tonight), and Christmas with the Hardings was, in fact, lame. She felt no guilt about obscuring the truth in that case. And even though her head was telling her to leave before something bad would happen, her heart was screaming for her to go with him. The opportunity to spend time with a mysterious bad boy was just too good to pass up. "You know what? Sure, I'm game. Where did you have in mind?"

wearing: i'm not sure i've got the heart for this
tags: PrincessAveRedfern (Clay)

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Molly Harding

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[fieldofclover]

now playing: break my stride - matthew wilder

There was no way in hell that Mikey was going to spend any time with his family this Christmas. Marley and her perfect boyfriend - no, fiance, were down for the holidays, and Molly was God knows where, no doubt going through some sort of early quarter-life crisis. So he was skipping out on the rest of them and heading over to Rachel's, where he'd actually feel welcome. And the Uber was waiting, after all. He slipped out the back door virtually undetected (well, Marley's dumb perfect fiance did, but he didn't say anything), sliding inside the backseat of the sleek black Chevy Equinox that took off not long after.

He started a conversation with the driver, Charlie, immediately upon arrival. Mikey liked talking to the strange and kooky drivers that worked in the area. Their tales and adventures were always entertaining to listen to. Even though Rachel's family house was all the way across town, they still got a good bit of gabbing in by the short time they pulled up in front of the house.

After a short goodbye, Mikey was waltzing right up to the door and pressing the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal his best friend, who seemed thrilled to see him. "Rach!" He dapped her up before following her inside, immediately making a mad dash for the hot chocolate. Before Mikey said hello to anyone else, he was going to pour himself a cup of rich hot chocolate. It's exactly what he did, too, burning his tongue as he took a long sip. It didn't bother him much, though. "Hell-o Carassos and Jacobsons! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah. There are way too many of you for me to greet one by one, so I'm going to just say hello as a group."

Mikey walked up to the room full of Rachel's family, assessing the crowd as if he were doing stand-up. "What's up Aunt Margaret? Cousin Matt, looking good, bud! And is that Uncle Joe I see in the corner over there? It's like a family reunion over here! Wait, it technically is, isn't it? Oh well. Your favorite Mikester is here to save the day. No holiday function can be memorable without me. Let's party!"

wearing: nobody gonna slow me down
tags: Lizy (Rachel)

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#1c2127
Mikey Harding

coded by weldherwings.

 

[fieldofclover]

now playing: 1957 - milo greene

The only good thing about being alone on Christmas was that Reece wouldn't have to fight over the remote in order to watch a little holiday football. His extended family wasn't here to dampen the Christmas spirit that resided within him this year. They definitely were last year, and they possibly could be next year, but this year he was riding high all alone. No amount of technical mishaps over at the ol' Netflix app, which was streaming both games for the very first time, could stop him from eagerly anticipating kickoff for the Chiefs-Steelers game. He sure hoped that someone could knock the reigning two-time champs down a few pegs - and on Christmas, nonetheless.

Plus, Dallas was coming over. He was eager to see her again, even though they had been texting since their first encounter. And no, he didn't have any hope of getting lucky - especially not when they had an awesome doubleheader waiting for him. Besides, he was a good guy - Netflix and chill wasn't really on his mind. And speaking of Dallas, she was finally here. He sprung into action, going all the way to the door before hesitating. He didn't want to seem too eager. It would just make him seem like a loser. After a few moments, he finally opened the door, letting her in before closing it behind both of them. "Merry Christmas. Ready to see the Chiefs finally lose?"

wearing: it takes me away
tags: murphalicious (Dallas)

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Reece Spencer

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[celestialbody]

Blair Rosewood

B

eing called a narc was one of the kinder greetings Blair could have received as he entered the house. Especially considering that Julian had just woken up, Blair was more than willing to take it on the chin with a smile. The fact that the greeting came with a warm hug which helped to soothe him from the cold he'd just retreated from outside helped as well.
His smile bloomed even brighter as he wrapped his arms around Julian’s warm body, squeezing him gently. The friendly contact further lifted his already cheerful mood.

"Aww, it's good to see you too, buddy!"

Blair lingered in the hug for a moment longer, savoring the warmth before gently letting go. He patted Julian's shoulders affectionately, his grin still wide as he looked at him.

"And since that greeting came with a hug, I'll go ahead and let that comment slide."

He chuckled, taking a step back, still radiating good spirits.
Blair shifted the presents he was holding in his arms, adjusting their position as he looked at Julian with a happy twinkle in his eye.

"I got you guys some gifts, so I'll just go ahead and put them under the tree!"

He made his way over to the beautifully decorated tree, his fingers brushing the bright ornaments as he carefully placed the presents among the others already stacked underneath, making sure they didn’t topple over.
As he did so, his gaze lifted, and he spotted Maisel emerging from the back—probably just waking up or having been in her room relaxing before he arrived. He waved cheerfully at the young girl, his voice warm and friendly.

“Hey, kid! Merry Christmas!”

He nodded towards the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, most of them bearing her name.

"Looks like somebody was extra good this year! You excited to see what Santa brought you?"

Maisel squinted at him, crossing the room with a small smile playing on her lips as she waved back.

“Santa isn’t real, but I’m still excited!”

Blair blinked, a little taken aback by her directness—Were kids her age already supposed to know that?—but after a beat, he just shrugged it off. No need to get caught up in that. As long as she was in a good mood, everyone was doing their job—keeping her happy.

outfit:

location:

Holt Household

tags:

Julian Lizy Grayson travelbypages Esme

 

[celestialbody]

Ophelia Devereux

O

phelia stood patiently, her gaze fixed on Soren as he fell into silence. She had every intention of maintaining her air of pointed offense, ready to drill him for answers, but as she watched him more closely, something in the air shifted.
Soren seemed to retreat into himself, his face going pale despite the biting cold of the outdoors. His expression morphed into a mixture of emotions that Ophelia couldn’t quite decipher, but it was clear enough that she’d been wrong before. He wasn’t okay.
A wave of concern washed over her, but seeing his visceral reaction left her unsure whether pressing him directly would help or hurt in this moment. Her gut instinct urged her to get to the bottom of whatever was causing him so much distress, but she didn't want to press him if whatever was bothering him dredged up this much of a reaction. At least not here in the middle of the sidewalk.
Swallowing the frustration that had been building, Ophelia let the negative emotions slip away with the wind, allowing herself to take a slow, deliberate step closer to him. Her hand instinctively moved towards his shoulder, but she hesitated, stopping just short of touching him. Instead, she let it fall to her side, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them.

"...Hey, I was just worried about you, I'm not actually so upset that I wanted to make you cry."

Her voice softened, the words coming out with an unexpected tenderness. She reached into her purse, pulling out a soft pastel pink handkerchief with the initials O.D.D. stitched neatly on the edge. Holding it out to him, she offered it with a small, warm smile.

"Here, darling."

Her eyes flicked around, taking in their surroundings. She needed to get him somewhere more comfortable, somewhere they could both sit down and talk without the cold gnawing at them.

"C'mon, let's go sit down in there. I need to put these bags down."

She pointed to a small diner just a few feet ahead of them that still seemed to be open. It was a perfect spot to regroup and find some warmth.

outfit:

location:

Main Street

tags:

Soren Lizy

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Cora Reed

Poet/Country Girl

Location

Monroe's

"Hello old flame"

interactions.

fieldofclover -Monroe

C

ora chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes

"and miss that expression every single time you get a hug?"

she teased, her smile warm and inviting as she gazed at him. Her demeanor shifted slightly as she looked around the farm, her playful mood giving way to a hint of concern. A pout formed on her lips as she took in the expansive landscape.

"I see what you mean,"

she said thoughtfully, shaking her head in disbelief.

"This place needs a lot of love."

With determination, she declared,

"To the porch we go!"

as she followed him across the sprawling property. As they walked, her mind raced with ideas on how she could support him. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted her parents, asking for a significant favor. The thought of surprising him with some thoughtful gifts for Christmas filled her with excitement. Even though he was her ex, she knew all too well the challenges he faced, and the desire to help him was overwhelming. She had always found joy in helping others, and this was no exception.

Once they reached the porch, Cora let out a soft sigh, taking a moment to absorb the scene before her. She surveyed the work that lay ahead and raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

"You were planning to tackle all this alone? Seriously, what were you thinking?"

she asked, her tone light but laced with genuine concern. She leaned against the porch railing, waiting for his response, her heart set on ensuring he knew he wasn't alone in this.

 

[celestialbody]

Jupiter Khaing

R

ushing over to the bedside table, Jupiter grabbed his phone, pulling it off the charger with a sense of urgency. His thumb swiped quickly against the screen to input his passcode, then he scrolled down to his brother’s contact. The phone only rang twice before it was answered, which didn’t surprise him. Like Jupiter, his brother was a morning person, always alert. His brother's voice was chipper as he answered, but Jupiter quickly cut him off, needing to rip the Band-Aid off and alert Mars to the fact that he needed help.

"Not now, Mars. I'm locked in my room with...another guest. I need you to go tell the lodge's front desk, or the maintenance guy, or whoever—just get someone to come and get us out of this room."

He paused, hearing his brother’s voice respond on the other end, but rolled his eyes and huffed an annoyed breath.

"I will not say pretty please, it's not funny, and it doesn’t matter who else is in here. It was a misun—Just get someone to fix the damn door!"

Just as Jupiter started yelling at his brother through the phone, Isabelle broke out in a fit of laughter. He glanced back to where she was still sitting on the floor next to the locked door.
He could hear his brother’s voice asking who was laughing, but Jupiter, irritated by his nosiness, ended the call before he could ask any more questions.
Jupiter hesitated for a moment, looking at Isabelle as his frustration melted into something more grounded. He stepped closer, but still stayed a safe distance of about five feet away. It was the closest he’d been to her since waking up and rushing out of bed earlier, and for once, he looked directly at her as he spoke.

"I mean, we could probably tell that much after the first date together."

His tone was dry but the corners of his lips hinted at a smile, making it clear he was trying to joke.

"There was really no need for the universe to throw a round two and three our way."

He gave a small, exaggerated sigh, shifting on his feet.

"And I guess you’re right. The door thing is annoying, but at least I’m not getting harassed by animals or drenched in liquids this time around."

He glanced down at her soaked clothes, his expression softening slightly.

"Looks like you got that part covered for me."

outfit:

location:

Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

tags:

Isabelle PrincessAveRedfern

 

[celestialbody]

Lucian Castro

H

is first instinct was to just book it out of there before the irritating woman did any damage to his camera, but he quickly realized that might not be the best course of action. He had just watched her exit the hotel, which meant she was probably staying here too. The last thing he wanted was to run into her again later, only to be met with the same ranting and raving, or worse, for her to follow him to his room.
Not to mention, he'd left his car keys in his room. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere far—just a few snapshots around the area. So, there was no escape to his car until she decided to harass someone else. That left him with his least favorite option: staying put and trying to clear up whatever confusion or problem had bloomed between them.
Lucian struggled to follow her tirade, but he could at least piece together what she thought was going on. She clearly thought he was paparazzi, which struck him as odd—he didn’t even know who she was. He didn’t keep up with celebrities, and for all he knew, she could be the Beyoncé of England, but he seriously doubted it. Still, he set aside his skepticism about her importance. It didn’t matter much—she had a narrative in her head, and it involved him sneaking photos of her.
From the bits and pieces of her rant, it seemed like her 'daddy' had already paid off the press or something, and she had constructed a wild story around that.

"Look—WOMAN, STOP!"

He held out his hand firmly to stop her from getting any closer, his frustration building as she dove for his camera again. His face contorted into one of pure disgust when she asked if he wanted money, sex, or drugs.
God, at first, he hadn’t really meant it, but now? He was starting to wonder if she was on something. She was clearly unhinged.

"Ew! God, ew! No! I don’t want anything from you except for you to go far away from me!"

He huffed out a breath, trying not to get distracted by her bizarre comments. All he needed to do was clear up this stupid misunderstanding and get her out of his face.

"Look, I wasn’t taking a picture of you, lady, your sugar daddy didn't give me any money, and I’m not paparazzi—I’m a nature photographer."

He gestured over to the railing where the bird had been, his annoyance still simmering beneath his words.

"I was taking a picture of the Bohemian waxwing sitting there. You just ruined my shot when you came walking out."

outfit:

location:

Outside of Revelstoke Lodge

tags:

Victoria fieldofclover

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Joon Felix Choi

Snowboarding Rep/Photographer

Location

Lodge

"Something seems off with her"

interactions.

celestialbody -Natalia

J

oon gazed at her intently, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. The way she had asked to talk piqued his interest, causing his eyebrows to arch in a questioning manner.

"If we can find somewhere open, I'm definitely in,"

he replied, his voice steady but soft.

"But if nothing's available, we could always grab some snacks from the little store in the lodge and find a quiet spot to chat."

As he spoke, he extended his hand toward hers, a gesture of reassurance that he was fully present in the moment.

His eyes remained locked on hers, drawing him in deeper, yet his mind was racing with questions that he couldn’t quite articulate.

“Fill him in, huh?”

he thought. Clearly, something significant had transpired since their last encounter, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was. Was it something good? Something troubling? The uncertainty gnawed at him as he tried to piece together the clues in her demeanor.

As he observed her, he noted that she still wore the vibrant colors he remembered from before, a palette that always seemed to reflect her spirited personality. Although her outfit appeared to be a tad more subdued than he recalled, it still retained that lively essence that made her who she was. In his mind, she looked just as captivating as ever. He tried to remember if there had been any changes in her hairstyle or color; he honestly couldn’t tell if there were. Not that he would have noticed any minor details; he wished he could convince himself otherwise, but in this moment, all he could focus on was her. The world around them faded into the background as he contemplated the significance of this conversation and what revelations it might bring.

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Clay Asher Storm

Musician

Location

Common Area

"Hate this town"

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lay walked alongside the girl, his brow furrowed in a blend of confusion and curiosity as he studied her.

"I understand not wanting to celebrate a lackluster Christmas, but have you taken a good look at what you’re wearing?"

His tone carried an edge of concern, as if he were trying to convey a message that went beyond mere words. Though he didn’t often fit the mold of the

'nice guy'

that many people expected, there were moments when a flicker of kindness would surface within him. Right now, her outfit was so outlandish that it sent a shiver down his spine, making him feel cold just from the sight of it.

As they strolled through the town, Clay took in the sights around him. The streets were lined with a mix of quaint shops, twinkling lights, and the remnants of holiday decorations that had seen better days. A sigh escaped his lips as he continued,

"To be completely honest with you, I have no idea what this place has to offer. I just stepped out of the Uber."

The admission felt oddly freeing, even if it was laced with a small white lie. He knew he was omitting the truth—the reality was that he had a vague recollection of the town from his childhood, but much had likely changed since then.

His mind wandered back to those earlier days, filled with both nostalgia and trepidation. He couldn't shake the feeling that remnants of his past still lingered here, that his family might be nearby. The thought sent a ripple of anxiety through him. Clay hoped to avoid any encounters with them, wanting to keep his past at bay while he navigated this unfamiliar territory. The holiday season only heightened his discomfort, as memories of family gatherings flooded his mind—some joyful, others marred by tension. He drew in a deep breath, trying to focus on the present and the girl walking beside him, even as the weight of his past loomed in the background.

 

[PrincessAveRedfern]

Isabelle Rose Everhart

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Location

Jupiter's Bed

"Ugh... why so loud?"

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elle couldn't stop her laughter, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as she experienced what felt like a complete breakdown. She glanced up at him, their eyes locking for a brief moment as he spoke.

"I guess you're right,"

she managed to say between fits of giggles.

"I definitely nailed the drenched part this time."

Slowly, her laughter subsided, and she stood up straight, brushing off the remnants of their chaotic encounter.

"Sorry about that; I tend to laugh when I'm really nervous,"

she admitted, giving his shirt a gentle pat as if to smooth over the situation.

With her back pressed against the wall, she looked at him, biting her lip softly, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

"I think the universe either hates us or has a twisted sense of humor,"

she continued, her voice light yet tinged with an underlying truth. She glanced around the dimly lit room, her gaze scanning for any potential threats.

"At least this time, we can't get attacked by anything or grabbed by strangers."

She chuckled again, adding,

"And I also see nothing I can spit on you!"

The playful remark nearly sent her into another fit of laughter, which she barely managed to stifle.

As she caught her breath, Belle couldn't help but notice that when he wasn't yelling or looking utterly disgusted at being near her, there was something undeniably charming about him. It was a quality that drew her in, making her understand why her friends had insisted that she would like him. He had a certain charisma, a rugged handsomeness that was hard to ignore, even amidst the chaos they found themselves in. For the first time, she felt a flutter of attraction that mingled with her nervousness, and it made her curious about what might unfold between them in the moments to come.

 

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Jordan propped himself up on one elbow, his dark, sleepy eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement as he caught Zara's impatient tone. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face, the kind that made it hard to stay mad, even if she wanted to. "Good morning to you too, Zara," he said, his voice deep and smooth, still tinged with sleep. He stretched languidly, the movement drawing attention to the definition of his muscular frame under the sheets. "Merry Christmas, by the way. Or does that holiday cheer not make it past your bedroom door?"
He chuckled softly and ran a hand over his waves on his head, studying her with that same easy confidence that both irritated and intrigued her. "I didn’t realize there was a time limit on enjoying your company. But if you’re trying to get rid of me, you could at least offer me some coffee first. Or," he paused, his grin widening, "is this your way of saying you wanted me to stay longer?"

He let the question hang in the air, leaning back against the headboard as if he had all the time in the world, clearly enjoying the challenge in her icy demeanor. "I mean, waking up here wasn’t part of the plan, but you’re kind of hard to leave, Zara. Especially when you’re looking like that." He gestured at her with a playful tilt of his head, his tone warm but undeniably flirtatious. "Tell me what I can do to make this morning better for you," he said, his voice softening, though the charm never left his expression.

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HANNA KHUMALO

Hanna’s lips curled into a small, almost wistful smile as Hades’s soft kisses brushed against her. His embrace was warm, familiar, a stark contrast to the unease that always seemed to linger in her chest. He had a way of making her feel both grounded and free, like she could be herself, yet still let her worries drift away, if only for a moment.

She pulled back slightly, tilting her head to meet his eyes, a mischievous spark lighting in her gaze. “A tree, huh? You think I’d make a cute little decorator?” Her voice was light, teasing, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. The weight of whatever had been on her mind lifted just a little, her usual sweetness and flirtatious nature creeping back to the surface. “I suppose I could pull it off. Just don’t expect me to be perfect. It’s not like I’m some expert on this whole Christmas thing.” She shrugged, but the gesture was playful, more like she was brushing off a minor detail than truly concerned.

She leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from his, her smile growing as she added in a soft, sultry tone, “But, if you want me to decorate… Maybe I’ll need a little... encouragement.” She let the words hang in the air between them, her eyes never leaving his, as if daring him to take the challenge.

The moment was fleeting, but there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere—a warmth that spread between them, charged with a mixture of affection and something more. Hanna's heart beat a little faster, the playful flirtation mingling with the softness of the affection she couldn’t entirely deny.

“I know this is all a little new,” she continued, her voice softer now, more vulnerable, yet still carrying that playful edge. “But I think I could get used to it.” She pressed her lips to his, her fingers threading through his hair, soft and tender at first, before deepening the kiss.

When she finally pulled back, her face flushed just slightly, she grinned. “Now, about those stars... If you’re serious, I might even let you pick the perfect spot to watch them. But, you better make sure the sky is nice to us. I’m not in the mood for a cloud show, Hades.”

There it was again, the return of her teasing, sweet nature, the tension she'd been holding onto slipping away, if only a little. She leaned back against him, her head resting gently on his shoulder, her tone still light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes as she whispered, “And... what else is on my mind? Maybe... how lucky I am to have you here. Just like this.”

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ELLIOT BROOKS

Elliot felt his face flush as he turned away from Héctor, hurriedly walking toward the coffee station, hoping the cool air from the fan in the kitchen would give him a moment to collect himself. The way Héctor's smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, the teasing lilt to his voice, it was all just a little too much, and Elliot could never seem to keep his composure when he was around him.

He busied himself with the task of preparing the drink, though his hands fumbled slightly as he measured out the coffee grounds. ‘Just focus, Elliot. Focus,’ he told himself, but the image of Héctor standing there with his cocky grin, hands on his hips, kept playing in his mind. He could still hear the soft, smooth way Héctor spoke in Spanish, the way he looked at him so knowing, like he could see right through him. Elliot tried to suppress a nervous chuckle, but it escaped anyway, making him cringe inwardly.

Once the coffee was brewing, Elliot leaned against the counter, resting his elbows and wiping a hand over his face. ‘God, you’re making a fool of yourself,’ he thought. Héctor didn’t make things easy on him either. His teasing, the way he always seemed to know exactly how to push his buttons, it was hard to tell whether Héctor was genuinely interested in him or just enjoying the power he had over Elliot’s nerves.

He couldn’t help but be flattered by it, though. Héctor was so... confident, so effortless in his charm. It was hard not to feel drawn to him, especially when Elliot knew nothing about the man outside of these brief interactions. Héctor was always calm, always in control. But there was something about his presence here, something in the way he’d caught Elliot’s gaze earlier that hinted at more. Elliot had never had a customer linger around like Héctor, never had anyone like him come back day after day, making small talk, giving him that damn smile.

The sound of the espresso machine pulling shots brought him back to the task at hand, and he worked quickly to finish the drink, carefully crafting a latte with a heart-shaped design in the foam. He thought about the small details; Héctor’s smirk, the way his dark eyes lingered just a bit too long, how he always made Elliot feel a little off-balance but somehow... special. ‘Okay, just give him the drink, and don’t overthink it.’

When he was finished, Elliot took a breath and brought the cup to the counter, hoping he didn’t look too flustered. He glanced over at Héctor, who had settled into one of the chairs at the far table, looking as relaxed as ever. Elliot had to force himself to walk over, his sneakers squeaking slightly as he approached.

“Here you go,” he said softly, setting the cup down in front of Héctor. He paused for a moment, eyes flicking to the bags by his feet, then back to the man sitting comfortably. “Did you... find everything you needed?” He immediately regretted the question, not knowing why he’d asked it. He already knew the answer, Héctor always seemed to find exactly what he wanted.

But this time, there was something different in the way Elliot spoke. It wasn’t just the automatic customer service script. He was trying…no, wanting more. Something in him longed for a connection beyond the usual routine.

He looked back at Héctor, who seemed entirely at ease, his posture confident, his eyes warm. Elliot’s chest tightened at the look. Like Héctor was waiting, almost expecting something from him. And for a moment, he wondered if maybe he was. Maybe he was hoping that Elliot would say something, anything, that wasn’t just part of the usual transaction.

Elliot’s breath caught in his throat, his words faltering as his mind scrambled for something to say. It was like there was too much to say, but too little at the same time. He shifted on his feet, unsure of what to do with his hands, and when the silence stretched out, he realized that, despite his nervousness, he didn’t mind it. Héctor’s presence, so steady, so unbothered, felt comforting, like a challenge he wasn’t sure how to meet, but wanted to. ‘Maybe this time... maybe I’ll say something.‘

Instead of retreating back to the counter, like he normally would, Elliot leaned just slightly against the edge of the table, letting himself be just a bit closer. ‘You’ve got this, just say something.’ But all that came out was a small, almost inaudible, “Maybe... maybe I’m just... not that interesting.” He winced immediately after the words left his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. Great. Now he really sounded like an idiot. He wanted to take it back, but there was no way to do that without looking even more foolish.

Héctor didn’t say anything for a while, just continued looking at him with that unreadable expression, and Elliot felt the familiar heat creep up his neck. He wanted to turn and hide, to retreat back into the comfort of his routine where things were predictable. But this time, something kept him rooted to the spot. For the first time, Elliot found himself waiting for Héctor’s response, a response that might just help him figure out whether he was totally off the mark, or whether he might have actually been understood for once.

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[ShellBelles]

Auriela Grace Hale

Constable Daughter/Wild Child

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Hale house

"They mean the world to me"

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urie let out a soft yelp as Roman playfully squeezed her sides, the unexpected touch sending a delightful shiver through her. For a fleeting moment, surprise danced in her eyes, but it quickly melted into a warm smile and a bubbling laugh. As their lips brushed against hers, a rush of warmth enveloped her, and her cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, betraying the fluttering excitement in her chest.

In that moment, surrounded by the joyful chaos of their families, she struggled to gather her thoughts and articulate her feelings. With a playful twinkle in her eye, she looked up at Roman their partner, her heart swelling with affection.

[“Of course! It means the world to me to have both our families together,”

she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth. The very thought of their families merging for the holiday filled her with an indescribable joy.

As she gently wrapped her arms around their necks, savoring the intimacy of the moment, a sense of belonging washed over her.

[“We should head back to your family, Romi,”

she said softly, glancing toward the lively living room, where laughter and holiday cheer filled the air like the sweet scent of pine and cinnamon. Her heart felt full, an overwhelming warmth spreading through her as she anticipated the day ahead.

This Christmas was particularly special to her. She had always dreamed of celebrating the holidays with a larger group, not just with her father. Being surrounded by loved ones brought her immense joy, and she reveled in the connections that blossomed during this festive season. Aurie didn’t believe that good times had to be wild or chaotic; sometimes, the most meaningful moments came from simple gatherings filled with laughter and love. Christmas was one of those rare occasions that held a magic all its own.

With a reluctant smile, she slowly removed her arms from around Roman’s neck, feeling a bittersweet tug as she did so. Instead, she took their hands in hers, intertwining their fingers as if sealing their bond in that moment. Together, they stepped toward the living room, ready to join their families and embrace the warmth of the holiday spirit, feeling grateful for the love that surrounded them. The anticipation of celebrating Christmas together filled her with excitement, and she could hardly wait to create new memories with the people she cherished most.

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Roman's eyes practically sparkled as they continued to share a warm embrace with Auriela. They looked down at her with a blush, of their own, spreading across their cheeks. Seeing her so excited and happy meant everything to them. Any moment where they got to see her having fun was everything, really. But today just felt all the more special than usual.

Christmas was always that one time of the year where Roman felt so many emotions all at once. The joy of getting to spend the holiday with the people they loved so dearly. The sentiment of always thinking about what this holiday really meant to them. Even the sadness they felt from not getting to spend it with EVERYONE in their family. But, overall, Christmas time was where Roman felt the most lively.

Roman smiled brightly as Auriela suggested that they join the rest of their families back in the living room. It was so endearing to know that she was sharing this feeling of Christmas cheer with them. She looked so full of life in this moment. The image shedding light on her whimsy and innocence. Roman's chest fluttered with affection from the scene.

They gently took her hand in theirs as they continued to smile down at her with tenderness in their look and tone. "Sure thing. I was always hoping to introduce you guys to them, you know." They walked with Auriela back into the living room to join everyone else. They couldn't wait for the amount of fun and quality time they had planned for today. They spoke in an excited tone as they made their way over to where their families were. "I made sure to bring over a bunch of board games and movies for us while we're here. I even have my favorite Christmas album that we've listened to ever since I was little."

Roman continued to ramble on about their favorite things for Christmas as they and Auriela took a seat with the other people. It felt all so comforting to have all of these special people surrounding them on this day. This is what every Christmas should be like. Everyone coming together to connect and share the joy and warmth of having this opportunity. Roman placed their hand on top of Auriela's as they sat next to her, still basking in her beauty and enthusiasm.

PrincessAveRedfern (Auriela)

 

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CALLA CARLTON

Calla let out a quiet laugh at Finn's persistence, feeling the familiar tug of annoyance mixed with something else she couldn't quite place. He was exactly the type of person who’d push and poke just to see what broke first. It wasn’t that she minded really, it was almost amusing, in a way but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

"Spain is... Spain," she muttered, shrugging lightly as if to downplay it, but there was something in her eyes that told a different story. "It’s... history, culture... also just, home. And home is not all beauty. Sometimes... dull." She glanced at him sideways, her voice carrying a flicker of something deeper, something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

When he mentioned Revelstoke, she couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. "Yeah, Revelstoke..." she echoed, the word tumbling out, broken. "I guess... you will find something nice here, if you look, yes?" Her eyes shifted to the Christmas lights hanging on the lampposts, bright and overly cheery against the grey, wintry backdrop. "But these," she scoffed, a small smirk tugging at her lips, "They are tradition, no? They lift… Spirit. Make people happy." She could feel the weight of his eyes on her, the way he was reading her too closely. Always too close.

"Why you care so much, eh?" she shot back, brow raised, her words coming out sharper than she meant. "Not everyone... not everything need be mystery. People are just people." She let her gaze flick away, pretending not to notice the way the words hung between them. Her chest tightened, but she quickly smothered the feeling. It wasn’t his business. It wasn’t anyone’s.

But there he was, pushing again, voice turning sincere beneath the teasing. "It’s funny..." She paused, searching for the right words. "People think I come here because... I run away from Spain, no? Like I run from or look for something... but it’s not like this. I come here because I need... change. Find who I am."

She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the side, watching the mist of her breath drift in the cold air. He wasn’t looking at her like he had before. That kind of half-amused, half-predatory stare was gone. Instead, there was something... different. Something she couldn’t quite place, but she hated it. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this, not here. Not with him.

"People think... Spain is all... sunshine and happy," she continued, her words quieter now, almost to herself. "But is not all like that. Sometimes... better to go, leave it behind. No?” She caught the slight shift in his expression, the flicker of something he hadn’t expected. For a second, she wondered if he saw through the act.

But before she could let herself think too much about it, she threw the question back at him, determined to regain control of the conversation. "And you, Finn? You know all about me, yes?" she teased, though her voice held a faint edge. "What of you? Why you’re here in cold place like this?" She gave him a sideways look, daring him to answer as honestly as she had. Or, at least, as honestly as she could bring herself to be.

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TALISA SKY

Talisa hadn’t expected it, the way his arms suddenly swept around her, lifting her effortlessly from the floor. It was the kind of motion that made her gasp in surprise, her heart leaping in her chest as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. For a moment, everything else in the world fell away; the stove, the simmering pots, the weight of her worries. All she could focus on was him, the quiet strength in his hold, and the unexpected sense of vulnerability that hit her the moment she found herself perched on the counter.

She let out a small, surprised laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly as she steadied herself. “You really think I’m that light?” Her voice was a mix of amusement and something softer, something she couldn’t quite put into words. His grin was enough to make her stomach flutter, the playfulness in his eyes softening the edges of her tension.

He looked at her, so steady, so sure, as if the world itself could fall apart around them and he wouldn’t let her go. It made something inside her ache, a reminder of how much she’d longed for someone to be that constant for her, to hold space for her, without expectation or demands. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed feeling grounded until this very moment.

Her breath caught as he gently brushed his thumb against her cheek, a small but tender gesture that sent warmth spreading through her chest. He didn’t need to say anything more for her to understand the depth of his feelings, and it was a little too much to process all at once. She swallowed, meeting his gaze, her own heart beating a little faster as he cradled her, bringing her even closer. There was something so safe, so... right about being in his arms that it made the world outside of them seem irrelevant.

But when he tilted her chin up, bringing his lips to hers, the warmth of the kiss erased all the uncertainty in her chest. It was simple, soft, grounding, and for those few moments, she let everything else fade away, just the two of them, with no expectations, no pretences.

When he pulled back, she couldn’t help but smile, her fingers finding their way to his shirt, the fabric between her fingers grounding her even further. “You really know how to make me forget all the noise in my head, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice a bit breathless.

Then, her eyes softened as she reached up to touch his cheek, tracing his jawline with a tenderness that mirrored his own. “But I’m trying, you know?” she said, her voice a little more serious now, a little quieter. “I’m trying to believe I deserve this... if this is something you want?” Her lips pressed into a small, genuine smile as she leaned in, her forehead resting against his for a moment, just breathing him in. “I guess... I guess what I need right now is this. Just... you and me. Together, because that’s what I want and I’ve been thinking about it nonstop since that first night we bumped into each other.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight she’d carried for so long, her doubts, her fears, the crushing pressure of always needing to be perfect seemed just a little lighter. He had given her a glimpse of something better, and it was enough for now. “Thank you,” she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing the collar of his shirt, her words thick with meaning. “For making me feel like maybe... maybe I’m worth it, too.”

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[ShellBelles]

Ozelia Mae Bonet

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wide and bright smile lit up her face as Eileen seemed to slowly warm up to her presence. She nodded her head, sighing softly as she recalled the messy memory.

"Good choice! Alright, this one’s a doozy. It’s one of those moments where I can’t believe I did it, but now, looking back, it’s pretty hilarious."

She sank back against the bench, looking up at the sky as she recalled the memory.

"So, a while back, I went to karaoke with some friends. I only had one drink, but I’m short, and I don’t drink much, so I get tipsy really fast. Anyway, I’m feeling good, having fun with my friends, and suddenly, I’m super confident! I’m singing song after song, busting out some snazzy dance moves, and of course, my lovely friends are loving it! I’m belting out ‘Dancing Queen,’ twirling around, having the time of my life. Then, after all that fun, I realize I really need to go to the bathroom. So, I head in there, still in my dancey, happy mood, bouncing around. And that’s when I get this bright idea—my finishing move, if you will. I decide I’ll plant my foot on the toilet seat like I’m some kind of model, like I’m in a music video or something. I was determined to nail it."

Ozelia paused, shaking her head in disbelief at the absurdity of it.

"So, I twirled and slammed my foot down on the toilet seat, and bam—my foot got stuck in the freaking toilet!"

Ozelia threw her hands out in exasperation, looking to Eileen like, Can you believe this happened?

"At first, I thought I’d just slipped, but then I realized—nope, my foot was literally stuck. I tried to pull it out, but it was like a nightmare. My foot was stuck, and I started frantically pumping it up and down like a plunger, trying to get it free. I was panicking! My foot was in the water, my sock was soaked, and my cute shoes were drenched in toilet water. I was so panicked I couldn’t even think straight."

Ozelia huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head at the semi-embarrassing memory.

"So there I am, stuck, blubbering like a mess, thinking, ‘What have I done? This is so embarrassing! What do I do now?!’ But then—like an angel sent from heaven—one of my friends waltzes into the bathroom. She sees me, foot stuck in the toilet, completely panicked, and I know, I just know, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life. But my friend—bless her—she starts laughing. Not in a mean way, but in a way that makes it all feel less awful. She twists my foot around and pulls it out, and I’m standing there, trying to act cool, but my sock and shoe are soaked. I’m still red in the face just thinking about it, but my buddy? She didn’t tell a soul. She swore up and down she wouldn’t. Honestly, it’s funny looking back at it now, but at the time, I was dying inside. And you know what? Every time we go out to that karaoke bar now, I just kind of shake my head at that memory. I was a mess, but hey, if you can’t laugh at yourself, what’s the point? So, there you go. My ridiculous, stuck-in-the-toilet story. If that doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will."

Ozelia peeked over at Eileen with a big grin on her face as she finished her story. It was more ridiculous than actually funny, probably, but hopefully, it would be enough to elicit a smile or distract Eileen from whatever was upsetting her.

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Eileen continued to keep her attention on Ozelia as she went on with her story. The further and further into the story, the more Eileen was finding it difficult to prevent a smile from spreading across her face. The story was ridiculous, but something about the way Ozelia was telling it made her wanna laugh. Not to make her feel bad, but genuinely from the sheer enthusiasm of letting her know all of this.

Just the expressions and gestures she was making brought out a snort from Eileen as she tried not to laugh and let her tell the story. And the way she was going into so much detail was not helping either. It seemed like this woman had plenty of experiences to share. All of them providing something to learn about her.

Eileen honestly envied Ozelia's ability to think so positively about every situation. The fact that she was even sitting here, trying to cheer her up was enough proof that she liked to look on the bright side of things. As well as getting other people to do the same. If only Eileen had the same mentality as her. Then maybe she wouldn't be letting her emotions get to her this badly. Maybe she wouldn't be bringing down the Christmas spirit right now.

Once Ozelia finished her delivery on her story, Eileen simply paused as she stared at her blankly, before finally unable to help herself as she let out a laugh. This woman was something else. But honestly, Eileen felt a sense of comfort from her bubbly and lighthearted personality. And the fact that she cared so much about lifting her spirits up in this moment between them. It actually reminded her of someone.

Afterwards, Eileen sat back on the bench, seeming to be more at ease now as she smiled with amusement. "I mean, I can think of a bunch of stupid stuff I've done too. But thanks for sharing, I guess." Eileen was trying to be casual, but she did honestly appreciate it. For some reason this felt nice to be sharing this exchange with this woman. She didn't even know her, but Eileen felt like she could sit here talking with her for a while. Her kindness just seemed to be that infectious.

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Christmas was always a complicated time of year for Oliver. He was forced into the role of a respectful, perfect son, especially as extended family came to visit. Though late into the night usually all the ways he had ‘messed up’ in his parent's eyes came to light after they’d all had a couple of drinks. To cope typically Oliver would just hang out with his little sister and keep her entertained so he didn’t need to hear their uncalled opinions on what to do with him. So, safe to say holidays were often a source of stress. Now as his sister had gotten a little older, she made plans with friends after dinner. So, Oliver had done just the same.

As he made his way over to Ivy’s house he was admittedly a tad nervous. On one hand, he was happy to see Ivy and her parents. He had gotten along well with them growing up, it was more just their time apart and not knowing what to expect. Still, that didn’t make him any less excited. The small gift bags on his arm were something to look forward to as well.

Oliver gave a small wave to Naomi as he saw her walking up to Ivy’s house. He took in a deep breath as the two of them walked up the door.

“Hello! Merry Christmas!”

He exclaimed to Ivy’s father and Naomi as they entered the home. After undressing from the winter weather, he smiles softly at Ivy.

“Merry Christmas to you as well,”

He walked over to her and held his arms out for a hug.

“Can I put these anywhere?”

Oliver asked, in relation to the gift bags he had.

end of beginning

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