PRETTY THING

it still didn’t get easier, had hoped it would but violaine knew things like these took time and wounds needed to heal. okay, I promise to come visit but you know how it gets sometimes, no I’m not avoiding you or him I’m just busy, you have to think of the money it takes to get there. every word that came from her lips was starting to stale, a repeat time and time again when she spoke to her father. tried to keep her emotions in check. tried not to let it boil over again. I’ll talk to you soon got to go and then cut short, the soon turning into days without contact so she could rethink. everyone had struggles with family right?  “  didn’t realize you came here too and here I was thinking this spot was a secret.  “

Her grin showing teeth gave away her current mood, she wasn’t upset by any means and had figured eventually this little spot by the lake would be found by anyone seeking to be alone or another adventurous soul looking to explore. her towel was laid out on the grass, funnily enough, cartoon sharks decorated it. violaine’s swimsuited butt planted on it and staring out at the water until she noticed her company.  “ might as well join me it’s too late to back out of my presence now. unless you got places to be? “

“wouldn’t it be amazing to one day find a spot that nobody has ever been to before?” pari couldn’t help musing aloud. “no man. woman. no being. completely new and untouched. a real secret.” she’s almost talking to herself, before she shakes her head and glances over to the girl who had first spoken. she shoots her a half-apologetic smile. “sorry. did you want time to yourself? it’s a good thinking place. or getaway spot. so, i don’t mind leaving it for you for one night.” pari said honestly. she often came out here, by herself, and just sat on the edge. sometimes, her feet would dangle into the lake, but more often than not- pari would just STARE at the water, and its stillness. “i actually don’t know how to swim.” pari said honestly, with a small laugh. “but i do love the water. it’s beautiful.” 

Irvin had been looking for his glasses for what seemed like hours now, at least to him it seemed like hours but if his phone showed right only 20 minutes had passed. He sighed.” Okay Irvin, now think it over where did you leave the damn glasses… “ he whispered to himself pacing around the hall of the apartment building .”  I can barely remember what I had for breakfast left alone where the heck I put my glasses.” Irvins head perked up when he heard a noise.” O-Oh, hello! You wouldn’t mind maybe giving me a hand? You see I kinda lost my glasses and the world is a bit burly around me.” 

“have you tried on top of your head?” pari asked, with a flash of an amused grin. she reached forward, to pluck the glasses from the throes of his hair. she handed it over to him easily enough, eyes crinkling as she did so. “i always find things in the most obvious spot. the one i’d never think to look at.” she gestured to her own glasses, which she keeps folded on the neck of her blouse. “i do the same thing at least once a week.”

𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑,  rested  upon  her  shoulders  instead  of  their  usual  long  length  flowing  down  her  back.  camille  shook  her  head  softly  getting  used  to  the  shortness  of  her  locks,  as  she  waited  in  the  line.  light  blue  eyes  narrowed,  profound  tiredness  shining  through.  her  lithe  fingers  grabbed  the  warm  coffee  cup,  quickly  taking  a  sip  from  the  scalding  drink  so  her  body  could  welcome  the  caffeine  intake.  it  brought  the  blonde  a  newfound  energy,  almost  rejuvenating  her.  slowly  turning  around  camille  found  herself  colliding  with  another  person.  “  you  would  think  at  this  hour  the  coffee  shop  would  be  empty  or  at  least  that  there’s  enough  space.  ”

“oh my gosh- i’m so sorry.” pari is immediately saying as she expertly reaches for some hand-wipes within her designer purse. she’s already pulling the wipes out, and handing a few to theb girl before her. “did you spill any on yourself?” she asks, before taking a few for herself- not that she’s gotten any liquid on herself, but pari has a habit of CONSTANTLY cleaning her hands. “in their defence... they do make REALLY GOOD coffee here.” she lifts up her keep-cup. “i’m more of a tea drinker, personally. but i’ve heard their coffee is incredible.” pari offers a polite, and swift, smile. “9pm is a bit late for coffee though, no? long night ahead of you?”

— SONAM KAPOOR , CIS FEMALE , SHE / HER ― ❛ according to the signed contract, PARI PATEL has been a tenant at the parthenon apartment  for 1 year. the thirty-three year old is working in boston as an interior designer. ARTEMIS is often associated with freshly ironed clothes, handmade sketches, and clasped hands, by their neighbors. ( written by g , 23 , she / her , aest )