colors of the world

「 medalion rahimi / twenty-nine / she/they / non-binary 」did you see the sold sign in the front yard of ( 407 coral loop )? rumor in the cove is that ( molly ahmadi ) just moved in! from what i’ve heard they’re a ( comic book artist ) that’s moving to the cove because ( they’re hoping a change of scenery will help them get past their creative block ). when i think of the ( the night owl ) i think of ( sneaking back in before the sun rises, loud cheers coming from the bar, hugs that feel like everything that was never said, vintage comics with well-worn pages, fingers stained with ink, & sleepless nights with perfect views ). * / penned by lulu / 27 / mst / she/they

“i lived there for seven months and i felt like that.” her sunglasses hide the humor in her eyes but its evident in her voice, and when molly reaches a hand out to shake she takes it, offering a small friendly smile. at the offer she stills for a moment - she hadn’t hung out with anyone, per say, since coming to the cove, so she was a bit unsure of how to approach it. it was just food, right? her interest peaked, zelda hung around for another minute. “…whatcha got?” she was a woman who could eat, that was for sure, so passing up free food was just unlike her. 

molly nodded knowingly, happy that the memory of los angeles was in her rearview, even if it was just for now. “i probably should’ve smartened up a long time ago, but eh– you live and you learn,” she chimed. she waited a little anxiously while zelda seemed to mull over their offer. impulsive as it was, molly was ready to get to know her neighbors and start feeling a little less alone in that big house. she flung the lid of her takeout container open, revealing a jam-packed serving of nachos piled high. “nachos!” she exclaimed, waving the container in front of her neighbor. “that’s sharing food, you’ve gotta admit.”

“la is trash,” zelda replies mindlessly as she passes molly’s house to get to her own. she lived there long enough, even though it was only a few months, to know that la was one of the worst places in america to live. she chuckles a little at the sight of her neighbor holding the food, shrugging. her own eating habits haven’t been the greatest, either. “you’re molly, right?” she asks a moment later, not wanting to seem weird for just standing outside the others house. “sorry - i got one of your magazines in the mail the other day.” she explains, seeing her go through her mail. “i’ll bring it over…sometime.” 

molly let out an inelegant ‘ha!’, slapping her hand over her mouth to cover the untoward cackle. “you’re not wrong,” she agreed after composing herself, looking impressed at the curt review their neighbor gave the city of angels. “i lived there for seven years and i feel like it took a part of my soul. i’m just glad to be out of there for a while,” she admitted. she looked surprised that the woman knew her name, but perked up at the idea that they were on the same street. it seemed like most of the neighbors she’d met around the cove had been on the next street over or down the block. “molly ahmadi,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand for her neighbor to shake. “no rush on the magazine. it was probably my bon appetit, anyway, which – let’s be real – i say i get for the recipes, but i only get for the pictures of food,” she confessed, holding up her takeout. “i got way too much food at the diner if you’re hungry,” she offered with a shrug.

cosette nodded, pressing her lips together. “yeah, i can’t keep plants alive to save my life. in my LA and New York apartments they both had housekeepers that would come in and clean and take care of my plants for me. until i find a reputable housekeeper or a gardener, no plants for me.”

her time in the city should’ve prepared molly for the way the other half spoke, especially considering her own success put her right on the edge of qualifying as “the other half,” but for all intents and purposes, she still felt like the poor college kid she had been when she found herself surrounded by people with second apartments and vacation homes. she’d had to sell everything she owned and give up her los angeles apartment to make it out to south carolina. “well, i can’t say i’ve ever had a housekeeper or a gardener, but if you’re on the fence about taking on a new project project, a hobby might be a good start,” she suggested. “like– what do you do when you’re not working? just for you?”

Though August had been using his prosthetic leg for just over a year now he was not exactly a pro by any means, part of him assumed it was due to extra height that he had meaning there was more of a distance to fall. But the walking helped, even if it was just a ten minute stroll between unpacking boxes and sitting down at his desk to work for the evening. On one such stroll all seemed to be going well, until the person walking in front of him appeared to drop something. Of course his instincts acted as if he still had both legs and started up a light jog over to the object and calling out “Hey I think you dropped this!” Though it was only as he began to bend down that he completely lost his balance and went careening into the wall, only narrowly managing to avoid collapsing onto the floor “Ah shit, not again.”

Molly ripped out her headphones, thanking whatever gods there were that she had enough awareness of her surroundings to clock that someone was coming up behind her. She was poised to thank the gentleman, and it was a very gentlemanly thing to do, when she saw him plummet into the wall. “Thank- whoa!” she said, running up to help him shoulder the burden of the fall. “That was really sweet, but I promise, it wasn’t worth it,” she insisted, though her tone was light and playful against the worry on her features. “Ten points for the landing. You okay, though?” she asked, still tucked under his arm to help keep him upright. “I’m just over here if you need a breather,” she added, pointing out her house to the person she assumed was a neighbor.

Location: Off the Vine

Time of Day: Early evening, perhaps around dusk. 

Despite the time of year the air wasn’t cold, he was used to snow and frigid temperatures, sure to some it was cold but he was getting by with just one jacket and a hot coffee in his hands. He looked around as he walked, learning the lay of the land. Or trying to. 

The houses were all amazing, though he had yet to meet his neighbors really well, so offering drinks to people at Off the Vine seemed like the best thing to do? He honestly wasn’t sure about how to make friends outside of work anymore. 

“Hey! Want to uh join me for a tasting? I’m Parker.” 

One of the first things Molly put on her to-do list when she moved to Lighthouse Cove was stopping by Off the Vine. Whether she would stick around or just peek inside, she had no idea, and she was teetering toward heading back home when the man in front of her caught her eye. It was comforting, knowing (or at least suspecting) that she wasn’t the only one figuring out how to get back out there. “Parker? I’m Molly,” she said with a smile that crinkled the corner of her eyes, reaching out to shake his hand. “I’m pretty sure it’s sacrilege to say this somewhere like this, but most wine tastes exactly the same to me,” she admitted with a teasing grin. “You can still count me in; in for a penny, in for a pound.”

“I’ve got a few weeks before my home recording studio will be done and ready, so I’ve basically got a few weeks of vacation just staring me in the face…is it bad that all I want to do is find other projects to do instead of music? Like, I just know my agent could find me films and shows to audition for if I just asked.”

@covestarters​

molly’s eyes widened at the sound of home recording studio, which sounded much more hollywood than anything molly had in her house, despite living in hollywood for the last several years. it had been a struggle to make her house feel like a real home, rather than just a set piece for some tv show. “i think i get that,” she admitted, shrugging a little bit. “i keep buying plants to make my new place feel like my place, and now i feels like a full-time job taking care of them.”

location: the beach // @covestarters​

they’d had a long week with work and they needed a break, so they’d come down to the beach for a solo surf. it was perfect and just what lennon needed, now they were feeling very relaxed. she was just getting out of the sea with their board in hand when they were greeted by someone, “oh hey! how can i help?” they ask, “i’m not doing any classes today, waters too rough for a beginner”. 

“hey!” molly calls out, lifting a hand to wave to the figure leaving the surf. it’s only when they’re a little closer that she starts again, tucking her art supplies under her arm. “i was wondering if you knew where to get a good board around here. i made the mistake of lending mine to my old neighbor before i moved. no way i’m ever getting that back,” she says, all completely true, with a self deprecating smile. “were you joking? when you said you teach classes around here? that sounds like it would be a trip.”