Kitty Coltrane

he was stopped in his tracks when he noticed his friend kitty approaching him. he listened to the reasons why she carried so many bags, nodding his head to each sentence. he let her finish speaking before he raised his eyebrows and spoke, “i'm pretty sure if i was a father, the entire town of pinehaven would know by now,” he joked. without her asking or denying help, he lifted some of the bags out of her hands. “it's the longest day of the year, you know i couldn't miss out on this. also, that's very kind of you to make a brunch for your father. i'm sure he'll enjoy it!” he began walking because he felt he'd make better conversation if they were moving. “i don't have much planned today, i was probably going to go home and cook dinner for myself. or bother hanne even though it's both of our days off. what else do you have planned other than the brunch?” he led them to the parking lot, insisiting on helping her load her items into her car. 

Kitty used her freed up hand to fish through her bag in search of her car keys. When she found them, she popped the trunk of her little pink beetle and led the way towards it. "Oh, tell Hanne I say hi if you do see her. Not much else going on for me," She replied. "Just hanging out as a family until later..." Kitty loaded her bags into the tiny trunk then took the ones Jett had carried for her. "But you've got to come down to the lake to watch the sun go down!" She insisted, turning back towards him. "I think there's gonna be some live music and free drinks," Although the offered wine coolers wouldn't be anywhere near as good as the wine from Crystal Cove. "And moi, of course." Kitty grinned, tossing her hair over her shoulder teasingly.

vada let out an incredulous sound that was the auditory equivalent of a heavy door closing on a drafty room. "the day i fully embrace a persona that involves burlap accents and artisanal honey is the day you may legally commit me to an institution, katherine." she adjusted her sunglasses, ensuring the barricade between herself and the bright afternoon glare remained completely uncompromised. as they stepped out from beneath the canopy of the boutique stall and back into the pedestrian traffic, vada fell into step beside the younger girl, her arms remaining loosely folded across her midsection in a posture of permanent skepticism.

"and to answer your query, no. i did not arrive with my brother, it was more logical to meet him here. if i depended on ajani for transportation, we would still be sitting in his living room while he attempted to locate his car keys in a pile of clean laundry," she stated, her tone shifting into that slightly exasperated warmth she reserved exclusively for discussing her sibling. "he is currently occupied at the tattoo pavilion, or whatever they are calling that communal exercise in poor judgment near the main stage. i believe he promised to ink miniature fruit onto several willing participants today. i chose to distance myself from the liability."

she cast a sweeping glance across the rows of white tents, her analytical gaze cataloging the wooden crafts, the jars of preserves, and the overwhelming amount of gingham currently occupying her field of vision. there was absolutely nothing here that met her rigorous criteria for aesthetic or functional utility, yet the inflexible edge that usually dictated her posture had settled into something resembling a truce with her environment. all things considered, her billable hours had been spent worse.

"however, since we have accomplished your retail objectives, I suppose we can continue this excursion toward the main thoroughfare," vada noted, checking her watch with an air of decisive finality before dropping her hand. "i'd flirted with the idea of making my way toward the artisan market tent on the north side, if only to ascertain whether anyone in this municipality understands the concept of hand poured candle safety, or if the entire pavilion is a localized fire hazard waiting to happen. you may accompany me, katherine, if you wish."

"He needs one of those retractable key chains to hook on a belt loop or something," Kitty chuckled. "Though, he might forget to actually attach it so..." She waved a hand as if to toss the idea out the window. The idea of people getting little strawberry tattoos had Kitty's eyes widening in excitement. She'd had no idea that was happening. She wouldn't get one herself, but she'd definitely need to stop by and see the turn out. God, how cute, a tiny little souvenir from one of the towns best events. She kept that to herself, though, since Vada clearly did not agree.

"Oh, candles!" Kitty exclaimed, nodding her head in acceptance of the invitation. She didn't know about the safety habits of the people making them but... well, none of the ones she'd purchased in the past had burned her house down so... "Last year this sweet little old woman was selling a strawberry and fig candle and, oh my god, wow that's what I imagine heaven smells like." Or, well, she would if she thought heaven was an actual place. "Hopefully the entire tent won't burn down before I have a chance to snag another one of those."

orion tracked the precise path of kitty’s manicured pinky finger as it hovered just millimeters above the textured paper, tracing the delicate, dynamic contours of the two dancing silhouettes she had just conjured from ink and instinct. there was a deeply rooted, quiet gratification that settled into the spaces between orion's ribs whenever she witnessed a prospective client genuinely connect with a design. seeing them map out the reality of an image before it ever encountered the permanent bite of a needle. it was a subtle form of magic, watching kitty find a sense of weightless animation within lines that orion’s typically melancholic hands had fashioned. "it's easy enough to do," orion murmured, a small, private flash of pride warming her chest at kitty's instant approval of the linework. "it's just a matter of the taper. if i pull the lines upward and away from the neck, it captures the drag of the spin. gives it wind without crowding the space."

she took the weathered sketchbook back into her lap, her chin sinking onto the damp denim of her knees as she stared out across the water. the vast, cloudless expanse of the solstice sky was finally completing its slow transition, the bruised indigo of the shortest night crowding out the last, stubborn remnants of orange that clung to the horizon. the temperature was dropping rapidly now, sending a damp chill rolling off the lake, but the vivid, lingering enthusiasm radiating from the girl beside her remained a sharp protective barrier against the gloom.

"it's going to be your first ink, right?" orion added softly, her dark eyes shifting away from the dying twilight to study the bright, unbothered profile of her companion. "nervous about it at all? people get paralyzed overthinking the permanence of it. but the anticipation, when you realize a concept actually fits the space you've been saving for it, that's the best part." she choose not to confess her own masochistic relationship with the needle, it was hard to spin the rather obtuse perspective in a positive light.

"Mhm, first one..." Kitty replied. "I guess I'm a little nervous..." She shrugged. "But not about the actual process... I don't think the needle will bother me." Perhaps another perk of growing up with very clinically minded parents, Kitty had never been afraid of needles. And she had a pretty solid hold on the concept that pain was temporary. She, however, had always been an indecisive person, so the idea of regretting the choice to move forward with a tattoo did linger in the back of her mind. "I guess I just don't want to regret getting it... like, I know there's laser removal, but that's kind of sad, you know?" Kitty chuckled to herself softly. "I'd literally hate to have someone I knew, a friend, put the work into creating something and tattooing it only to get it removed in a few years..." That's why it was so important to her that the tattoo have meaning.

"But I'm definitely crossing over into the excited anticipation part of it..." Kitty lifted a hand and held her pointer finger and thumb a tiny bit apart. "Like, this close to being absolutely certain in the decision." And the fact that she'd already connected to Orion's quick doodle of the idea brought her even closer to certainty. "Except, I still have no idea where I'd want it... that's, like, a whole different ball game."

「   ✦   kitty   .ᐟ   ✦   」

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who?: anyone!

where: lg bean and t

lunch rush had officially ended and it was iniya's turn to be on aux so naturally pink patheress is blaring through the speakers. it was her lifeline through the stress, being able to bob her head to the music and half dance while making drinks. there was a particular tiktok dance stuck in her head so since things had died down and she was behind the bar alone, she set up her phone to film it.

she's halfway through her second take when someone walks in. her eyes go wide as she tries to decide what is more embarrassing, getting caught filming the tiktok or trying to cover up the fact she was filming a tiktok? considering she was at her job, she decided to go with the latter. "um, be right there!" her voice came out at a high pitch as she tied her apron back on, shoving her phone into her back pocket.

                    he   didn't   know   if   being   practically   invisible   was   a   good   thing   or   not   ,   but   he   decided   he   wouldn't   hold   it   against   kitty   .   at   least   she   had   apologized   .

                    “   don't   be   sorry   ,   it   happens   ,   ”   he   said   ,   glancing   up   to   make   sure   that   his   painting   still   matched   the   view   he   saw   before   him   .   “   i'd   like   to   think   i'm   skilled   enough   to   capture   the   junewings   in   painting   form   ,   but   i   can't   promise   anything   .   if   nothing   else   ,   i   know   for   sure   that   i   can   paint   the   sunset   without   too   much   difficulty   .   ”   even   though   he'd   been   painting   since   he   was   practically   old   enough   to   hold   a   brush   ,   he   always   felt   he   could   get   better   (   and   consistently   tried   to   do   so   )   . 

                    the   sunset   was   one   thing   ,   but   the   flying   critters   were   another   .   “   they'd   be   a   lot   easier   to   paint   if   they   sat   still   for   longer   .   i   don't   want   to   capture   one   for   the   sake   of   painting   them   ,   and   pictures   online   don't   really   do   them   justice   .   if   one   could   simply   take   a   seat   long   enough   for   me   to   paint   it   ,   that   would   be   great   ,   but   that'd   be   asking   for   a   miracle   .   ”

"Fingers crossed for a miracle," Kitty chuckled, waiting until he didn't have his paintbrush against the canvas before she lightly knocked into his shoulder. She kept watching him for a bit longer before asking, "Are you painting this for someone specifically or just for fun?" It was always interesting to her what artist did with their work. Whether it be giving it away to a loved one or selling it online. It was cool to think that she was watching Declan paint something that was going to hang in someone's house one day soon.

Joshua loved anything he didn't have to pay for, but he was also a man of class and elegance (even if he did not seem to be very elegant). To take the whole bag would be tacky and he could feel his mother's glare for being so greedy. So, Joshua shook his head but still eyed the bag with yearning. Such an expression did not last long. Once Kitty changed the subject to the Summer Solstice, Joshua's face lit back up. "Their asses should already be in this store so we can see who's the best diva in all of Pinehaven during open mic," he sputtered. "Which! I expect you to be there, just like everyone else in this town. I bet you got some chops or at least the confidence to fail spectacularly!"

the phantom ache of that envy didn’t vanish, but it dulled slightly as kitty pivoted, her breezy acceptance of mortality brushing past the heavy gravity that usually anchored orion to the earth. it was strange to hear someone speak of the ultimate end so casually, without the choking dread orion carried in her own throat. "i suppose it is," orion murmured softly, her eyes tracking the final, gasping orange arc as it slipped beneath the glassy dark of lake whittier. "but the beholder usually has to be brave enough to look at the wreckage without turning away. you're better at that than most." certainly better than her. she caught the jesting shift against her arm, a grounding pressure that prevented her from completely dissolving into her own somber musings. "i'll look out for the tutorial," she added, her lips shifting into that frail semblance of a smile that never quite succeeded in reaching her eyes.

but it was the mention of the ink, and the sudden shift toward a shared marking, that drew orion out of her shell entirely. she tilted her head, her dark hair parting like a curtain to reveal the intense, deliberate focus in her gaze. "a silhouette," orion mused softly, the abstract concept beginning to take form in her mind's eye almost instantaneously. thought she didn't have the visual reference just yet she gathered kitty was the type who would prefer something delicate and meaningful. properly deducing the unarticulated vision of a prospective client was, after all, one of the very first intuitive skills marcus had rigorously drummed into her head when she first began her apprenticeship.

with a slight contemplative hum, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small, worn sketchbook and a fine point pen that she rarely, if ever, left the apartment without. she flipped past pages of heavy, shaded shadows to find a clean, empty corner and with fluid, practiced motions, her fingers began to create. "if you want to create a image of joy," a statement that carried a bittersweet irony, given how poorly versed she was in experiencing that particular emotion firsthand. "you have to let the figures breathe." her pen whispered against the pages as she rendered the fine lines. she turned the sketchbook toward kitty, revealing the delicate sketch of the style she would personally use if the appointment was booked under her. a capture of weightless motion, elegant and clean and entirely divorced of the heavy gloom orion usually favored.

"something like this," orion murmured, her thumb lightly smudging the edge of the drawing by accident. "stipple shading for the details, keeping it microscopic so it feels like a memory captured under a lens. a testament to a connection that actually holds. if you bring me the photograph, i can refine the features to match the two of you."

There was something special about watching an artist create. Kitty felt special that Orion immediately had a spark of inspiration to draw the image she'd just described. She was capturing Kitty's idea perfectly with her fine lines and delicate details. By the time she was done, it really looked like the girls were dancing. She could look at it and really believe that the girls in the image were dancing. It's something Kitty truly thought she could get her sister on board with.

"Exactly like this," Kitty agreed, taking the sketchbook for just a moment so she could get a closer look. She hadn't it back to Orion with an appreciative smile. "Like I can look at that and believe that they're moving..." She traced her pinky finger around the heads of the figures. "And I like the idea of our hair kind of being fanned out around us, you know? Not, like, in a crazy way but just enough to give the idea that they're moving." Kitty's smile widened. She'd been so on the fence about getting a tattoo but after speaking with Jazz and now Orion, she was really excited about it.

vada maintained a precise distance behind kitty, navigating the throng of festival goers with a calculated agility that ensured no stray child covered in jam made contact with her clothing. she listened to the explanation regarding the vendor’s geographical origin and supply chain with a faint, approving tilt of her chin. at the very least, the girl wasn’t blindly endorsing mass produced landfill fodder. vada could respect a thorough auditing process; she spent a significant portion of her own life vetting entities to ensure ethical compliance, so hearing that kitty had actually cross referenced the manufacturing standards of a tacoma boutique was a pleasant departure from the usual intellectual vacuum she encountered in this town.

"discerning origin and material composition is the bare minimum of consumer literacy, katherine, though i suppose i should commend you for exercising actual due diligence," vada remarked, her voice cutting through the ambient noise of a nearby bluegrass band. "the market is completely saturated with deceptive labeling, and supporting independent businesses that maintain transparent ledgers is an acceptable use of capital." when they arrived at the stall, vada’s eyes immediately did a sweep of the perimeter. the lack of foot traffic was the first positive sign she had encountered all afternoon; it meant she wouldn’t have to engage in physical proximity with people fighting over bargain bins. she stepped under the shade of the canopy, her gaze dropping to the garment kitty had triumphantly hoisted from the rack.

vada’s left eyebrow twitched upward.

the fabric itself appeared to be a heavyweight, decent quality linen or structured cotton blend; the weave was tight and the stitching along the hem was remarkably even, but the graphic design was an entirely different assault on her senses. the fruit illustrations were enormous, loud, and utterly unbothered by subtlety. "the construction is surprisingly robust," vada conceded, stepping closer to pinch the hem between two fingers to test the textile density. "the tension on the seams is correct, which validates the price point. however, the scale of the print is...a choice. it requires an immense amount of audacity to pull off a pattern that aggressive without looking like an upholstered piece of lawn furniture."

she watched kitty demonstrate the multi functional utility of the side closures, her expression shifting from skepticism to a mild curiosity. the dual purpose nature of the garment appealed to her love of efficiency, even if the aesthetic was lightyears away from her own wardrobe. "the versatility of the silhouette is its saving grace," vada noted, leaning against a wooden support beam and crossing her arms. "using the hip fasteners as an open back closure for a bodice would be clever. it would create an interesting drape. if you are intent on purchasing it, ensure you style it with an entirely neutral base to anchor the chaos of the print. a stark black or optical white bodysuit. anything else will look like you’ve been consumed by a produce aisle."

vada muttered, though her voice dropped an octave, losing a fraction of its habitual frost. she looked away, clearing her throat with immense dignity as if she were about to confess to a white collar crime. "and…assuming one possesses the requisite hip to waist ratio, which you do, it will likely look…quite darling on you. now go pay for it before i retract the compliment."

Kitty laughed, nodding her head eagerly. The patter was a bold choice, but that's why she liked it! She loved taking different patterns and making them work. She had the utmost confidence that she could take this skirt with giant strawberries on it and make a really cute fit with it. Then she could turn the skirt into a shirt and make another really cute fit! Kitty nodded along to Vada's suggestion. "Exactly, less is more in this instance..." She agreed. "I've got this really cute white crop that's, like, the genuine perfect fit... and oh, my green Miu Miu bag..." The perfect combination was already coming together in her head.

"Oh, well, thank you..." Kitty chuckled at the compliment, shimmying her shoulders and batting her lashes. "But I'm gonna make this skirt look hot, not just darling..." She winked at Vada as she skirted past her to pay. When they skirt was wrapped in tissue paper and safely tucked away in her reusable bag, she went towards Vada again. "Welp, I guess I'm done..." Kitty said. She'd need to find her sister since they drove here together, but there was nothing else off the top of her head that she wanted to buy.

"Did you come with Jazz?" Kitty shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand and looked around for the other Davis sibling. "Are you sure there's nothing tempting you at one of these booths? Don't you want to fully embrace the small town local persona?" She gave Vada a teasing grin.

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