𝗆 𝗂 𝗋 𝗋 𝗈 𝗋 𝖻 𝖺 𝗅 𝗅

✨  candice patton, cisfemale, she/her    —    whenever i see  adelaide “addie” savoy  meandering down agnes street  growing pains by alessia cara  starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off.  overalls stained with paint, rustic sewing machines, band-aids and lollipops on her purse at all times  ;   you know ?  artistic impressions  is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a  thirty-two  year old  b&b ower . they look like the kind of person who  has it all figured out. // @agnesextra​

TW: child neglect, abuse, arson.

𝗐𝗁𝗈: 𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗓𝗂𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾 ／ @lizzie-levine​

      adelaide inhaled deeply as she entered the establishment, the crisp air previously filling her lungs instantly replaced with warmth, the smell of cinnamon slowly impregnating on the fabric of her white coat, the same way it did every time she came to visit the bakery. a soft, gentle hum escaped her lips as the door close behind her, all worries magically leaving her body upon entering the shop. it was the magic of a place so warm and charming as baker’s delight, in addie’s mind; the comfort of pastries being made with love and care, the precision of recipes that turned every piece into a masterpiece and the familiarity of it all, mixed with lizzie’s natural charm that made the entire ordeal of visiting a bakery a more exciting, fulfilling task. 

     taking off her coat, the b&b owner walked to the counter in silence, a warm and tranquil smile gracing her features as she registered everything in display, taking out the notes she had brought with her from work. almost inn had a chef; one adelaide trusted with her life and with feeding all the guests who graciously decided to stay under her care. the brunette adored their chef, they had become close on the years working together, side by side, to make the b&b a business they could feel proud of. but, what do you do when your chef calls late at night to tell you they won’t be able to make it to dinner for the 20 people expecting to be served? if you are adelaide, you focus on getting it done yourself. reason why half of her staff is in the kitchen, chopping and prepping everything for her to come back and start making her infamous dirty rice and étouffée whilst she makes time to get enough pastries to last every guest and the staff for desert. 

      lizzie’s features greeted her almost immediately, making the artist smile, relieved to see the other. “you are a sight for sore eyes, my dearest lizzie” adelaide greets from her side of the counter as a tired sigh escaped her lips. “i need at least half of what you have on display for the b&b, i am suddenly in charge of the kitchen and as much as i enjoy baking in my free time, baking for 40 people while on a tight schedule is not my forte” addie explained, placing her purse on the counter and taking out her purse. “we’re willing to pay double your prices and, if you are free, you are more than welcome to come with me and have a nice new orleans-based dinner. i promise it’ll be worth it.”

“please don’t apologise. you can’t have all of that sitting on your chest, it’ll make you heavy. better to say something, than say nothing at all.” her cheeks, rosy with wine, lift as she smiles gently. “and besides, i love talking to you, addie, regardless of the subject matter. i’m not here to pass judgement.” birdie’s eyes lower with her slight inebriation. “hm, only one more, doll. then i will have to call it a night, i think. another rose, please.”

“right? thank you,” ken grins wide at the woman; they stand up so they can face her properly instead of having to crane their neck up to look at her. their knees give a loud pop but ken hopes the sound was drowned out by the crashing waves. they should get a move on, walk it out. with starting the job for lal, they’ve gone back to doing a lot of desk work and it shows. “hypothermia-shmypothermia,” ken teases, though they appreciate the stranger’s concern. she’s probably right anyway, ken shouldn’t be risking it. with the pregnancy, they constantly have to keep reminding themselves that it’s not just their own wellbeing they have to be taking care of now. they’re still learning. 

“no, i’m okay. i’ll be heading home soon anyway. well, as long as i don’t get distracted on my way back. i swear, it keeps happening all the time. been gone ten years and it feels like some totally different place. i keep looking for my old hang-out spots only to find out there’s a hipster nitro coffee shop that overcharges you because it’s an experience,” ken rambles on, gesturing with their hands to emphasize their distaste. “still feels like home, though. at least the beach does. can’t do anything too drastic to a beach, right?”

      addie’s lips curl up into a smirk at the other’s words, eyebrow arched up amused. she can almost hear teddy say the same exact thing in the same tone, which is enough to make the b&b owner decide she likes them. “do you know who said the same thing? leo dicaprio at the end of titanic, probably” and although her words sound serious, matter-of-factly even, the grin plastered on her features is enough to give off the fact that none of it is serious. As far as she can tell, being the worrier and over-thinker she is, the other is safe.

      as they speak again, adelaide’s smile only grows, nodding every once in a while to let them know she is, in fact, listening and can relate to their words, to an extend. she herself has been far from her hometown for more than she can remember, running from one city to another before finally settling in islesbury; the one place that really felt like home to both of the savoy siblings. and although she couldn’t imagine ever going back to peachtree, georgia and let alone call it home, he can understand their sentiment. “is it the one that has like a mural for selfies? i hate that place. their coffee sucks and the lines are endless. if you ever want good coffee or decent tea come to almost heaven inn, our cook makes the best scones i’ve ever had. not exactly an old hang out spot but” addie grinned. then, her gaze moved towards the beach once more, calming and inviting, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. “it has such a melancholic feel to it, the beach. especially during this time of the year, i love it. it’s the first thing that brought me to agnes in the first place” she shared before focusing on the other once more “where were you, before coming back here?” the brunette inquired, before tilting her head to the side “i’ve lived all over u.s.a before settling here. the last place i was at was new orleans— this is the first place that has felt kind of like home.”

𝗐𝗁𝗈: 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗌𝖺𝗒／@masonramsay​

      music blasting through the walls, adelaide found herself dancing around the kitchen as she made one of her favorite dishes to make; dirty rice, it had been initially introduced to the b&b owner when the savoy siblings first arrived to new orleans and it had become a constant in the household whenever there was a guest around, like the night the siblings had planned. mason first became an acquaintance through teddy’s fascination with animals and his life goal of becoming a vet, yet they had become closer upon actually spending time together— going as far as mason being a close friend of the two siblings. with their busy lives and ludicrous schedules, however, none had had the time to reunite, so it felt nice to finally be able to see mason and open the doors to their home to him. 

      just as another song on her playlist was starting and the concoction was simmering, the artiste heard her doorbell ring, a grin stretching through her features as she walked up the door to answer, “well look at that. i thought i’d have to actually go and force you to come to my house to see you again” addie challenged with an amused tone once she opened the door to reveal mason, no ounce of illness in her words as she stepped aside to welcome the other in. “glad i didn’t have to use force though. come on in, dinner is almost ready and teddy is on his way, had to go get some wine from work. what can i get you? how have you been, mason?” addie inquired, a gentle and encouraging smile plastered on her lips.

𝗐𝗁𝗈: 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 ／ @connoroverthehill​

      adelaide entered all 4 pets with a bright smile on her face and overalls covered in various paint stains, carrying a picnic basket with her. with teddy graduating from college as a vet and looking for a job, the family met connor less than a year prior, the oldest of the savoy siblings taking an instant kinship on the young man, a proof of that was the basket filled with home-made food and preserves she was carrying with her and the constant nagging she’s get, in the back of her mind, telling her to check on him and make sure he was healthy and in her head, there was no better way of doing so than inviting him on an express lunch in the middle of the day, to catch up. 

      as the brunette reached out the desk and found a familiar face, her features immediately lit up. “connor, the man i traveled all the way from the in for” addie mused with glee, a smile stretching through her features. “how busy are you right now?” she inquired, showing the other the basket on her hands. “because i asked my chef back in the in to pack us a lovely lunch and i feel as if i haven’t seen you in ages. so, what do you say? lunch on me today? i have sandwiches, chips, fruit and our signature jams for you to take home if you say yes.” 

𝗐𝗁𝗈: 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 ／ @brighternite

      a gentle hum escapes adelaide’s lips, in sync with the melody only she can hear through the headphones dangling in her ears as she peruses the bookshelves displayed in front of her in the store, searching for a specific title with care. with teddy’s twenty-third birthday right around the corner, all the brunette can think about is getting her brother and long-life companion the perfect gift to describe how proud she truly is him, after everything he has endure from the moment he was born into the savoy family. alas, the b&b owner has found herself in the bookstore, searching for a book she knows her brother has been searching  for; her clock marking a little past fourty-five minutes since she entered the shop. after much consideration, she decides to approach one of the gentle and trained booksellers, an apologetic look as she walks towards the cash register, eyes glued to the phone as she searches for the title.

      “sorry, hello, i was wondering if you could help me? i am looking for zoobiquity and I—” as the woman raises her gaze from her device, however, her breath hitches. adelaide couldn’t quite remember the last time she had ever seen suna, someone she used to consider a vital part of her life in islesbury, suddenly having her former friend up close, however, feels soul-crushing after months of waiting by the phone, not knowing anything of someone she used to consider her best friend. as she tries to recover herself, adelaide adverts her eyes to the phone on her hand, blinking rapidly. “sorry, it’s by... barbara natterson-horowitz and kathryn bowers, if that helps at all” she muses, cleaning her throa, mind racing. there are so many words threatening t leave her lips and yet, adelaide remains quiet, the perpetual grin on her face vanished at the sight of suna.

𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 #3: 𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌,  ⤷ 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗒. 

𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒; 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌. 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈.

— 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖾

                    there was something innocent in the voice of the woman who had now joined her at the bar. excitement maybe? or relaxation? it was hard to tell but whatever it was, adriana craved it. she craved the feeling of lightness she sensed and she craved an easy smile on her lips. the latina craved nothing more than to be worried about how to sit in her dress instead of giving herself a headache over a man who didn’t really play that much of a role in her life anyway. “having a fantastic time.” she mumbled sarcastically. catching herself right away though, the brunette cleared her throat. “excuse me, that sounded much sharper than it should have. thank you, dear. i think your dress looks lovely if that makes up for my rude reaction. you look beautiful. even if it’s tough to sit in it. being pretty is a full time job, isn’t it?” she tried lighting up the mood with a soft joke.

      all adelaide could do upon hearing thee woman’s first reaction was to grin. the b&b owner had been working on retail ever since she was fifteen years old, had dealt with people with much more somber greetings and much sour attitudes with a smile on her face— never one to judge, especially after spending sixteen years with her parents who had taught her was coldness was really like. alas, as the young woman apologized for her tone, the brunette waved her words again, a genuine and encouraging grin plastered on her features. “nothing to apologize for. we all have bad days, and you really did nothing wrong” addie assured the other with a confident nod, a soft sigh following shortly after upon hearing the rest of her speech. “thank you, and beauty is pain. i tried to make it as comfortable as i could— turns out gowns and comfort don`t mix” the amateur designer chuckled before looking at the other. “are you okay? i’m aware it’s not my business but still, it’d haunt me if i didn’t ask.”

It took Freddie longer than he was proud of to wrap his head around what he was looking at. In a gown like that the woman in front of him looked more like she was ready for a ball than the charity event hosted at a night club. He took another brief look around just to assure himself he was still at the night club he had entered not too long before. “You’re sure?” Freddie offered a soft smile towards the woman, noticing the stain in the skirt of her dress. “Did I do that?” He asked, frowning a little as he did.

“I’m alright. I didn’t have a drink in my hand yet, though. The bar is a lot more crowded than I anticipated.” He explained, leaning in a little to speak to her over the music, trying not to step too close. He didn’t want to get too close for comfort, after all. “Wait, not a frog – you’re Princess Tiana! Of course.” It finally dawned on him, and he wanted to slap himself in the face for not seeing it sooner. “You look beautiful, I genuinely, for a moment thought I had teleported to a royal ball and felt awfully under-dressed.” He laughed a little to himself, turning to thank the bartender when his drink was set down in front of him. “Are you having a good night, Princess?”

     as the man explained himself, adelaide nodded in agreement, looking around the room to find a sea of people pretending to be someone else for one night. the b&b owner remembered when she used to dream of becoming someone else, step out of her shoes and put up a pair that could transport her away from peachtree, georgia. it was a thrilling feeling, in her own experience, and she couldn’t blame anyone for trying to do the same thing to the beat of some pop song she couldn’t quite recognize with alcohol cursing through their veins. it did made the venue almost impossibly hot, however. her eyes drifted to the smudge on her dress briefly before looking up “technically, wine did this and i agree, too much people, it feels like a sauna in here— and i am genuinely sorry for whoever has to deal with our mess once the party is over.”

      the man’s face mirrored reckoning and her features lit up as he pointed out her own costume, an involuntary chuckle escaping her. “that i am. my brother wanted to come as the villain and well, here we are” adelaide explained, cheeks turning red at the other’s compliment. “thank you, but i think you are dressed accordingly and looking mighty dapper i may add— i am definitely overdressed. it’s what i get for bringing a gown to a nightclub” a pause. “am i allowed to ask what you’re dressed as?” adelaide then arched a brow, quizzically. then, a smile. “i can’t complain, i can’t remember the last time i actually went out to watch people dance, it is a little fun. what about you? how is your night looking so far?”