𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 / 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒

                                𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 / 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀

name : jada winston  /  nicknames :  jade  /  age  : 36   /  pronouns  : she + her  /  sexuality  : bisexual  biromantic  /  birthday  : september 25th  / stature :  five  feet  three  inches  / zodiac  sign :  libra   /   occupation  :  owner of elysium spa /  residency  :  white poplar village  / pet ( s )  :  cane corso named boof,  lipizzan horse named blossom /  deity  :  hera  /  status :  queen of the gods, goddess of women, marriage, the sky and stars  /  ability  :   increased hearing abilities, impeccable balance, and mimicry of the local birds around her

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 📍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑 & 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊

“oh  shitshitshit,”  she  swears  in  rapid-fire,  the  bottom  of  her  woven  grocery  bag  splitting  at  the  bottom  and  sending  her  shopping  scattering  across  the  pavement.    she  lets  out  a  grumble  of  frustration,  "just…  perfect,“  she  mutters;  watching  her  antipasto  ingredients  scatter,  a  packet  of  olives  one  way,  salami  in  another,  a  selection  of  cheeses  and  a  bunch  of  grapes…  a  few  rolling  away  having  been  split  from  the  bunch.    leaning  down,  balancing  on  the  balls  of  her  feet  in  heels  as  always  — she  begins  to  gather  them  up  in  her  hands,  now  at  a  lower  level;  casting  her  eyes  around  for  the  other  missing  items:  some  bubble  bath,  a  punnet  of  strawberries,  vanilla  yoghurt,  her  cigarettes  and  a  small  but  whole  pineapple.    a  weird  collection,  but  lilac  keeps  her  fridge  stocked  and  usually  organises  a  delivery  service  each  week  —  these  are  just  some  impulse  purchases…  and  in  fact  is  an  impulse  she's  really  wishing  she  didn’t  give  in  to  as  she  spots  the  pineapple  rolled  off  by  the  post  box  near  by  and  desperately  wishes  she  had  another  damn  bag.

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     “a valid point,” nemu answer simply, wondering if it would stop feeling like a strange chasm between them; a weight of unsaid words && perplexing dynamics now stuffed into an ill-fitting box. still, though - this by far beat the alternative. he’d done that before, too, with partners before jada; a clean cut. friendship was more rewarding than that, by far, so nem was grateful. “well, if you’re hungry later, we could make sandwiches in the-” nem paused, wondering just how good of an idea it would be to partake in an activity they once did as a couple, in the ranch kitchen. he didn’t used to think so hard about his words before. “sorry. i guess i’m just wanting to ask if you’re doing alright. it was… a weird weekend, i think, for everyone.” 

ralph’s eyes follow the line of her leg, the flash of a red-bottom heel matching nicely with his own favoured shades of RED and BLACK, maybe taking his time to enjoy jada’s appearance.  he’d be a FOOL not to, in his opinion —-  lips an easy sort of smile, dark brows raising a little whilst a small laugh follows the words; “then i would have to try and convince you to give it back, i’d have been willing to trade,” he plucks it from the centre of her had with a cheeky wink…   “it is a VERY important lighter. sentimental, one might even say,” but his laugh is just evidence of the jest, it’s his favourite YES… but not irreplaceable.  — the cigarette lit and lighter re-pocketed —- “… so, are we feeling the urge to get inked… or just feeling the urge to visit your favourite tattooist?”

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     it never got easier, even as it got more comfortable - usually, he did fine, but after dealing with the horses so shaken & everything else that had been acting oddly lately, nemu found himself almost in a state of uncertainty around jada. “eh, life is full of disappointment, they’d have survived…” he shrugged, but the gratefulness he expressed was genuine. jada would know that under his nonchalant behavior, the ranch owner cared for his clients & their enjoyment & ability to share his love for equestrians with everyone who came through the stable doors. “of course, please do!” he smiled then, meeting her gaze easily. “she’d love that, and i think she misses you. sometimes she looks right beyond me as if…” as if expecting jada to be there. he didn’t finish the sentence. 

             𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒

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     hesitating, nemuel looked from jada to the visitor, then back to jada. a hopeful expression had already grown on the guest’s face, and with a solution falling into his lap so easily, nemuel shrugged and agreed to it. “blossom it is,” he smiled, instructing them to the correct stall. as a regular rider, nemuel knew they’d know what to do on their own. “i’ll join you outside in a few minutes, kay?” 

    “hey, thanks for letting me ride out on blossom today. you- you didn’t have to do that,” he smiled, wondering if she was feeling alright after the particularly interesting weekend. “if she seems agitated, i’ll make it a short ride. are you going to hang around a bit?” 

status; open when; after the dawn service location; in front of the memorial hall

there was an itch, deep inside his bones. one he couldn’t scrach out, would never be able to. it was deep, rooted in the darkest recess of his mind. and it was making him loose his footing, control over so many hidden memories, reactions and fears.

he had promised himself, last year, that he would come today. courage had left him the last time– as expected for the coward he was. running away all your life, but it still followed him. ignored his plea for peace. he thought it was fine. and, it was, he supposed, most of the time. when his main concern was getting food for his dog, and pay his rent, and just fix cars. but here, as his fingers nervously played with the wristband, as he was facing the memorial hall, cowardice in his vein, robbie knew that war had caught up with him once again.

the dog tags burnt still on his skin, though they were nonexistent anymore. a light touch from his fingertips where they used to dangle confirmed their absence– a phantom pain, wasn’t it? or was that just from missing limbs?

at some point, his bad leg had felt weak, perhaps remembering the pain, alongside everything else. sitting down on a bench, after the ceremony, hands balled into fists in his pocket, robbie watched. watched the young as they fleeted around, attracted by the buffet and preaching moronic platitudes to their thousand of followers. he watched survivors, dealing with the guilt they all shared, though they did not fight in the same war. it was the widows and the families, crying over their loss, that made him look away. guilt over his own cynicism.

and when a shadow blocked his view of the sun, robbie could only figure that the other person just wanted to share the bench. “sorry,” moving to the side carefully, feeling older than he was when his leg protested, not looking up. “sorry,” he repeated without realizing, “didn’t mean to hog the bench.”

jada  sat  herself  down,  one  leg  crossed  over  the  other.  her  intentions  had  been  to  be  quiet,  not  say  too  much  to  him  all  at  once,  and  even  sit  there  next  to  him  without  saying  a  word  unless  he  wanted  to.  “  why  is  it  that  every  time  i  see  you  you  look  like  a  kicked  puppy  ?  ”  the  brief  meal  with  him  getting  a  drink  spilled  all  over  him,  to  now.  she  couldn’t  recall  a  time  where  he  had  a  smile  on  his  face,  or  looked  genuinely  happy  about  something.  seeing  him  there  with  other  military  families  milling  about,  she  was  starting  to  wonder  if  that  was  the  reason  why.  her  father  had  been  in  the  military,  the  few  times  she  had  spent  time  with  him  and  her  grandfather,  they  had  held  the  same  energy.  the  same  sort  of  sadness  and  weight  that  never  seemed  to  leave  their  shoulders.  it  wasn’t  something  that  she  could  understand  but  hope  to  sympathize  with.  she  wouldn’t  call  herself  a  particularly  loud  person,  often  preferring  to  be  quiet  when  she  wasn’t  being  addressed  but  it  seemed  like  he  didn’t  necessarily  want  to  hold  a  conversation.

     “ am i meant to ? ” he asks, leaning over the counter with zero intention to turn around and leave this woman and her business alone for the day. how could he complete a full day without pestering at least one person ? “ i tried a skincare routine once, as per one of my friends’ advice. i think i got excited and went along with it for like… two days before i totally forgot about it. ” you can’t give a guy with ADHD a routine to stick to — at least not this guy. he can barely remember to take his meds most days. “ oh, is someone getting in trouble ? ” he questions with a small grin. he looks around a little, taking in the surroundings when he failed to do so when he first walked in. “ so you’re like… the big boss here, right ? ”

a  little  chuckle  left  his  lips,  easing  himself  down  beside  her  as  he  answered  with  a  light;  “i  prefer  to  think  that  the  WATER  just  balances  out  my  bad  behaviour,”  poor  justification  if  he’d  ever  heard  one,  but  he  didn’t  really  care  as  evidenced  by  the  easy  smile.      angling  himself  towards  jada,  his  brow  furrowed  in  budding  concern  when  she  said  she  doing  alright…  but  then  stopped  at  the  strange  question.    yadriel  hadn’t  noticed,  at  least  not  properly,  the  way  the  ring  around  his  pupil  had  turned  a  murky  blue  and  blended  out  into  his  natural  brown…  he  didn’t  really  look  in  mirrors  that  close.        …apparently.      “huh  —?    my  eyes  aren’t  blue,  they’re  brown,”  another  little  smile  dances  over  his  lips;  “i’m  hurt,  jada,  i  thought  you  knew  what  i  looked  like,”  teasing  gently  he  pulled  his  backpack  around  in  front  of  him,  but  then  she  continued  and  yadriel  had  the  strangest  feeling  that  she  was  be  very  serious  in  her  statements,  in  her  distress.      he  didn’t  really  know  what  to  say,  because  while  he  HAD  noted  some  people  behaving,  in  hind  sight,  maybe  a  bit  weird…  but  boreas  had  slept  soundly  under  a  spring  moon,  and  as  such  yadriel  had  been  relatively  —  untouched.        with  a  more  serious  note  to  his  voice,  he  gave  a  small  shake  of  his  head;  “i’m  sorry,  jada.      i  really  can’t  say  i’ve  had  anything  out  of  the  ordinary  happen  to  me.        wanna  tell  me  what’s  been  going  on?”  he  offered  gently,  “off  the  professional  record,  of  course,”  as  he  had  continued  to  speak,  yadriel  had  pulled  out  a  brownie,  unwrapped  it  and  broken  the  treat  in  half  and  then  he  took  a  bite,  “—  want  some?  it  might  relax  you  some,”  and  he  meant  it  with  sincerity,  because  he  wasn’t  sure  how  else  to  help  her….  jada  was  the  picture  of  composure  in  a  lot  of  ways,  always  measured  in  some  way…  regal,  seemed  to  be  the  adjective  that  yadriel’s  mind  associated  with  her.  it  partially  inspired  his  habit  of  calling  her  queen.        “or  i  can  go  —  ?      you  know,  if  you  want  to  spend  some  time  alone.”

                          𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐀  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍  /  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐎𝐎𝟒

jada’s  home  reflects  much  of  what  other  people  see  when  looking  at  her.  she  attempts  to  exude  power,  grace,  and  elegance  in  everything  that  she  does  and  most  of  the  interior  of  her  house  reflects  this.  a  lot  of  clean  lines,  white  décor,  and  more  of  a  modern  luxury  in  all  areas  except  for  her  kitchen  which  is  more  meant  to  look  more  usable  and  lived  in  though  it  still  has  the  white  that  she  likes.

the  pictures  above  reflect  the  places  that  jada  frequents  most  in  her  house.  she  wakes  up  early,  around  5:45  a.m.  on  most  days  where  she’ll  feed,  let  out  and  play  with  her  dog,  boof,  before  having  her  breakfast  and  first  cup  of  coffee  on  the  patio  while  he  eats.  when  she’s  home  after  work,  or  has  given  herself  a  day  off,  she’ll  still  spend  some  time  in  her  office,  but  will  spend  most  of  it  in  her  bathroom  taking  a  bubble  bath  and  drinking  a  glass  of  wine,  listening  to  smooth  jazz  through  her  bluetooth  speakers.  if  she’s  in  her  bedroom,  she’s  typically  lounging  on  her  bed  watching  tv,  reading  a  book,  or  talking  on  the  phone  with  her  mother.

the  kitchen  and  walk  in  closets  are  her  happy  spaces.  she  spends  a  lot  of  time  trying  out  new  recipes  or  baking,  and  it  is  the  one  space  in  her  home  that  she  doesn’t  mind  being  messy.  her  closet  was  custom  made  and  she  has  her  clothes  in  order  of  color,  and  her  shoes  all  have  a  place  and  the  boxes  that  she  bought  them  in.  even  when  she’s  not  doing  something  of  particular  importance,  she’ll  lay  on  the  floor  in  there  with  boof  and  sing  to  him  or  scroll  through  her  different  social  medias.

status; open to all

location; the trojan horse ranch

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  “Hey, so - slight change of plans for the day. Yue was abnormally nervous over the weekend, and she threw a shoe… so, she’s been given the day off today. I thought that was only polite,” Anyone who knew anything of Nemuel knew his horses were his whole world & they were often more spoiled than many human children existing in the world. On the downside of that, since all three of his beauties were full-time employees on tours & lessons, it meant that Yue’s special day of rest was throwing a shoe - pun intended - to the whole day. “What say you we groom the ponies instead of going for a ride today?”