elevate your vision

kathryn bernardo, actual angel

“does this count as a concert?” ting asks as she takes a break to get a glass of water. “if so it is my first one ever.” she finally takes in the person she’s talking to. “you look very nice! this is an interesting gala theme.”

          “i’d definitely call it one. maybe you could tack on ‘exclusive’ on the beginning of it. makes it sound more fancy.” honey jokes before she takes a sip of her drink. at the compliment, she smiles at the younger girl. “well, thank you! it took a bit of time, but i knew what vision i had. so glad the reception has been well so far.” they tilt their head. “very exquisite details on your dress, actually. you pull it off really well.” a genuine compliment, and honey starts to wonder if just being herself might be better than whatever persona she’d had for the better part of her days at gallagher.

  (  @gallagherstart​  )    ‘  don’t  talk  to  me  unless  you’re  getting  me  another  drink  .  ’    yes  she’s  five  drinks  in  .   no  ,   she  doesn’t  care  .  

       “well, isn’t this a fun little coincidence. two fruity drinks for two pretty girls. that’s us, by the way, if you didn’t know.” honey replies, one drink in each hand.

“  for  the  last  time  . .  NO ,  i  don’t  know  the  single  ladies  dance .  ”

       “no? shame. it’s gonna be a crowd favorite for sure!”

@honeybelon​

         “you mean, to a slow song?” which honey wasn’t opposed; they were just curious, is all.

"i vote for a mockumentary type of thing, if only because having people say what they feel would be a bonus, i think." honey suggests.

“ how … inspiring. ” her brevity is a steamroller that flattens his retort into something more digestible. he’s embarrassed at the length of the pause he needed in order to find a word that was suitable. he could’ve done better than ‘inspiring’, but he’s not in the business of making anyone feel worse than they already do. “ oh, well, what designer gowns does she own? ” because designers exist and he likes to use them. “ are her pearls natural or cultured? ” he can only assume she’s not bragging about fake ones.

honey instead turns to memories of her grandmother, ever so elegant and refined. she thinks of her expansive closet and how honey used to spend time in it, dreaming of a world far from where they were currently. "oscar de la renta. i used to wrap myself in one of those gowns and just admire the handiwork. she also had a mugler phase, but that didn't last long." her grandfather found his collections tacky, honey recalled. their eyes narrowed just slightly. "natural, obvi. and yours?" which was asked in jest, but once it was out, honey did become just a tad curious.

“That’s the truth.” A problem that she never had to deal with, she wasn’t everyone’s type, but she knew she was conventionally attractive. It’s why she expected so much of the world to give and bend in her way. “Mother Theresa. That’s it. Gandhi… I guess.” Anyone who fully gave up their life for some mysterious greater good. “Fine. Over the summer? Maybe I’ll visit if you’re there for more than a night.”

honey pursed her lips. "good for mother teresa. can't be me though." which was something they knew very well. honey clapped their hands, already cooking up some silly schemes in their head for the summer. "goody! the summer just keeps getting better and better! i am very much looking forward to it."

           "hey, made you somethin’.“ honey calls, holding up an envelope embellished with some light glitter and purple specks all over. “thought you should have a little piece of that set you gave me for christmas. it’s your name in really pretty calligraphy. i’d do your favorite song but that would be long and would probably take me all summer.” // @beafitz​

“honey!” a big smile spread across bea’s face as she accepted the envelope. “thank you so much, this is so sweet of you.” she wrapped her friend in a big hug, squeezing a bit more tightly than she probably should. she knew that leaving gallagher was the right thing for her to do, but she knew she would miss honey terribly. “i’m gonna miss you so much.”

while it was no surprise that most of her relationships were more fickle than normal, honey did have genuine warmth for those she considered true. bea was one of them and honey hugged them back with matching enthusiasm, even if their reasoning weren't the same. "it's just the summer! you'll see me around." maybe. honey's heart was still calling her to the west, for something new. but nothing was concrete yet.