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After the New Year’s Eve party and all the mess Laurie had caused, his mother had made him promise to keep it together during their masquerade ball. He had agreed, not only because he didn’t want to disappoint her any further but because the ball wasn’t simply for show, it was actually to raise money for a charity the Villeneuve family supported. He couldn’t be that selfish to ruin that evening.

Laurie had found himself sat by the couch, trying his hardest not to pout and pretend as if he’s actually having a good time. He hadn’t touched a single glass of alcohol that far which made it all the more unbearable for him. With his head rested on his hand as he tried not to allow the mask to fall off, he barely even takes recognition to the person next to him until a very familiar voice speaks up. For a moment, he almost thought he was dreaming or hallucinating since he hadn’t see her in so long, but one quick glance in her direction is enough for him to know he was not. That was Primrose, he’d recognize those lips anywhere, the very same ones he had once kissed ( yet it seemed like so long ago… ). “I don’t mind it.” Laurie responded, not sure she even knew it was him and perhaps it would be best that way. He didn’t want to ruin her evening as well. “I know how these things can be.”

She rested her head on the top rail of the chair and wondered why they couldn’t simply just give away the money. The Villeneuve family’s intentions were good, it seemed, but why did it require yet another lavish party to raise funds for charity? This was a fun idea, she grasped that: extravagant costumes in a lavish home and a generally more progressive, unconfined, inclusive world than the time periods that such fairytale aesthetics often borrowed from. She just failed to see how the night’s big patrons couldn’t simply give away bits of their fortunes for the cause. But of course, she couldn’t say any of that to the stranger.

availability: closed ( for @itslauries​ )

primrose has curled her hair for the evening, but she knows that’s by no means the only reason people are treating her so differently. she’s dressed in what’s undoubtedly an expensive, embellished faux georgian-style gown, commissioned for her by none other than the villeneuve matriarch — out of guilt, probably. her identity is hidden behind the mask. tonight, she’s just another rich girl lost in a sea of rich guests, for once entirely welcome.

task five: character survey

“spring.”

“the art of logic in an illogical world by eugenia cheng.”

with christmas and new years now through with, atticus is set on getting his nails done with a new range of colours. anything but red; well, crimson red to be exact. it may just be next winter when he decides to get red nails again, though who knows. despite his gaze being directed on his nails, part of him thinking just what he wants to do next, he is in fact listening to prim ramble. “ it’s an easy thing to say, you know? not to stress too much about little things. ” he begins casually, finally lifting his head. “ if you want to cut your hair, go for it. you don’t have to do a major chop first off. ”

         popping a crunchy cheeto in her mouth whilst flipping through a  fashion  magazine (  a rather common occurrence for the blonde )  ,  alana doesn’t even look up to see her friend’s new  hair-do  before mumbling her approval. “  it looks great,  “ she speaks, licking her lips from cheesy texture that’s left after snacking on her  favorite  guilty pleasure.  finally glancing up from the page to look at the younger woman, alana gives her a more thorough look.  “  i mean …. “  she starts, but is quickly cut off with prim’s rambling  &  self-doubt.  “  prim,  “  her tone’s more stern next time, raising a brow.  “  you really need to relax,  “  

availability: open to anyone!

( note: she could be unaware that your muse is there and talking to herself or she could be talking to your muse as well! )

“generally, i find that people’s skills at doing research, unearthing good sources, and being able to think for themselves are inadequate. you can’t just rely on a twitter thread or someone explaining something in two minutes as they dance to the week’s billboard top 1 on tiktok.”