EVIE VALENTINE.

                                   "  SO,  MONDAY,  WEDNESDAY,  AND  EVERY  OTHER  FRIDAY,  FROM  ELEVEN  TO  WHENEVER  YOU'RE  DONE,  "  EVIE  REPEATS  WITH  A  NOD,  SCRIBBLING  NOTES  IN  THE  MARGIN  OF  HER  PLANNER.  she's  sitting  crosslegged  on  the  couch  in  the  corner  of  the  studio,  a  glass  of  CHARDONNAY  in  her  hand  as  she  sits  opposite  logan.  they're  attempting  to  set  a  concrete  SCHEDULE  for  his  rental  of  the  studio  space,  the  EXPANSION  of  his  business  and  in  a  sense,  HERS  as  well.  it  will  take  a  great  deal  of  PLANNING  to  pull  off  both  her  open  house  gallery  nights,  showings,  AND  logan's  fair  of  studio  time,  but  as  dark  hues  scan  her  planner,  she  begins  to  think  it's  DOABLE.  logan  is  HOVERING  over  the  planner  as  well,  the  man  nodding  in  agreement  although  he  can  BARELY  read  her  handwriting  ——  he'll  just  have  to  TRUST  her  notetaking  abilities.  "  can  we  do  ten-thirty  on  WEDNESDAYS?  i've  got  class  at  three  that  day,  "  he  amends,  finger jabbing  at  the  date  in  the  book. "  of  course,  TEN-THIRTY  on  wednesdays,  "  she  says  as  she  neatly  crosses  it  out  and  CORRECTS  it.  the  buzzer  rings  at  the  front  door  and  she  realizes  all  at  once  ——  SHIT.  they've  gone  over  their  allotted  time  in  planning  and  MAGDA  is  expecting  to  review  the  pictures  they'd  shot.  tattooed  fingers  rub  at  her  temples  and  she  parrots  'just  a  sec'  and  heads  to  let  her  friend  INSIDE. "  i  completely  lost  track  of  TIME,  "  she  groans,  ushering  magda  in  the  front  door  and  LOCKING  it  behind  them,  leading  her  through  the  darkened  gallery  towards  the  well  lit  office.  "  i'm  sorry  ——  i  was  dead  in  the  end  of  a  MEETING,  if  you  don't  mind  me  talking  business  for  like,  TWO  seconds?  "

𝐍𝐏𝐂  𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 ! logan hughes, age 29, student at u of washington in the photography and arts program. trust fund kid but very talented artist. gemini. originally from spokane, middle class upbringing. has never been in a singular physical altercation. rents studio space from evie twice to three times a month to shoot, specializes in portraits and still lifes. recently began negotiating a contract with evie to invest in the space and partner with her in order to have a brick and mortar base for his photography clientele four days a week. flirtatious and insincere, but very good at faking it. may be used for future plots and/or written for a limited amount of time.

tagged by: @dcllparted​  \\ pls steal !

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐃 ! evie is having a bit of an impulsive moment and recently got this tattoo in a sort of quiet commemoration of an official 5 years of starting her new life in full. it’s one of many body modifications, but her newest and one of the most important to her.

that said, catch me on disc.o @ 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎!#8091 or text evie on wi.re. i’m not feeling the dash vibe tonight but i have muse. <3

but really though, if this isn’t evie and violet’s vibe @dcllparted​

                                 SHE  CANNOT  SIMPLY  PRETEND  SHE  DOESN'T  SEE  THE  LITTLE  BAGGIES  PILING  OUT  OF  HIS  POCKETS.  jesus  christ,  apollo. dark  hues  roll  in  their  sockets  at  the  sight,  DISAPPOINTMENT  a  lead  weight  in  her  tattooed  chest.  she  SINKS  down  onto  the  edge  of  the  bed  with  a  sigh.   "  is  THIS  what  they're  feeding  you  on  tour?  perfect,  "  she  asks  almost  RHETORICALLY,  motioning  vaguely  at  the  table.  "  speed?  COKE?  is  ANYBODY  checking  on  you  to  make  sure  you're  not  FUCKING  yourself  up  royally?  "

politely  ASHING  her  blunt  into  the  ashtray  on  her  bedside  table,  she  tucks  the  photograph  back  into  the  bottom  of  her  jewelry  box,  AWAY  where  it  belongs.  she's  not  ready  to  THROW  it  out,  not  yet,  but  at  very  least,  she  does  not,  this  year,  feel  an  aching  ENVY  towards  the  girl  wearing  that  beautiful  DRESS.

                                                                 " OH NO,  REALLY.  I  DON'T  WANT  A  B ——  THANKS,  "  SHE  AMENDS  HER  ANSWER  AS  A  BEER  IS  PRESSED  INTO  HER  HAND,  ANYWAY.  she  sets  it  aside  on  the  dresser,  hand  going  under  pollo's  elbow  to  STEADY  him  as  she  tries  to  guide  him  to  sit  on  the  bed.  "  SIT,  a.  you're  gonna  fall.  you  ASKED  me  to  come  check  on  you.   so  here  i  am.  what  did  you  get  from  this  WIZARD? "