@myriod​ / dahlia wants attention rez 

      “You wanna know something kind of funny?”  A smile was on Dahlia’s face as she put the finishing touches on a flower crown. She was sprawled across Rez’s lap as a movie had played mindlessly in the background. She leaned against him, a beaming smile on her face. 

      “I think I might be in some kind of love with you.”   the word hadn’t been foreign to the two of them; far from it actually. ever since she had opened up more to him about her powers, heck maybe even since before then. But to Dahlia it never got old.  “Call me cheesy or sentimental, but it feels nice to be able to say that to someone; especially you.” 

he was going through pictures on his camera, deciding which to keep and which to delete and which to submit to some sort of photography competition, when his girlfriend spoke up. his attention immediately averted to her with a soft smile and curious eyes. rez set his camera down and rested his ahead against his fist, using his free hand to play with dahlia’s hair a bit. 

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her first few words, mentally thinking he should have known that was what she was going to say. the boy leaned down and kissed her forehead before resuming his upright position and speaking. 

“ good thing i’m definitely in love with you. “ rezeve mumbled as his smile grew a bit bigger and his ears started to burn. it made him feel on top of the world when dahlia said things like this- it meant everything to him that she trusted him and he would do everything in his power to keep that trust. he glanced over at the crown she was weaving, which he raised a brow and nodded to. 

“ what flowers are you using this time? “

the thing about being a goddess- it allows an individual to appear young forever. it allows them to slip in and out of eras and stay in an age group they appear as. for zilia tom, she easily fit in the college kid age group of this era and it was fun for her to relearn things she had been present for the founding stages of. today consisted manly of etymology and creative writing, allowing her to tell stories of her past home that everyone would deem as myth when she knew they were very real. another aspect of being a goddess- secretly.

the professor had a new project for them- requiring them to partner up with someone and do some writing back and forth. tom’s black and white eyes briefly scanned the room before locking eyes with a boy a couple tables over. she gave him a warm smile before her tics interrupted, causing her to slam a hand down on her table and wince a bit at the pain. she stood and crossed the room, head jerking to the side a couple times. 

“ MINE! “ she covered her mouth briefly as a vocal tic came to life, shooting him an apologetic look. “ sorry about that. hi, i’m tom vesta. “ the woman didn’t bother holding out a hand for the other to shake, knowing it would probably smack his hand away in return. 

      Those same words she could have sworn she’d heard before- probably from Ashley and her father. The two of them had always encouraged her to give other things a try if she wanted; but things just didn’t pan out. Despite high school not being as bad as it could have been, things just happened (or rather; Ashley’s ex boyfriend happened; but he got a broken nose, like he deserved) and it was one of the things that got dropped as a casualty. Maybe it was because of Ashley’s ex; maybe it was because she was still hurting from her mother passing away, despite her being younger when it had happened. She didn’t know for sure. 

      A smile was on her face and Violet chuckled. She reached over, gently taking one of his hands into her own and tangling their fingers together. Really; she hadn’t expected much when Sweet had first mentioned the habit her fingers had done. It was a reflex. If it wasn’t her mind thinking about different things she could try cooking or baking lately (or Sweet, of course) then it was about possibly picking up the piano again. She didn’t know for sure what exactly had prompted her mind to think about it again, but something had. 

      “Are you sure you’d want to hear? I haven’t played it in… like, seven or eight years.”   She chuckled as she spoke, voice fading into a hum. She was sure that she’d be fine; but would she really? What if she had thought of her mom- but then again, wouldn’t that be more reason to do it? She still baked, loved it really- and her mother taught her how to do that. So what was holding her back? Herself, probably. 

      “I know I can have more than one interest; I not only bake, but I cook too! I like to think I’m pretty good at it! I have plenty of other interests too!”   (she didn’t mention that she cooked all the time because Ashley had messed up so badly when she tried to cook that the fire department was called so many times within the first month of them living in their place that they had gotten to know some of the firefighters on a first-name basis, but that was a story for a different time) Violet looked up at Sweet, seeing the smile on her face and chuckled, leaning over to peck his cheek.   “But I hear what you’re saying. I think a part of me might just… worry. I don’t know what exactly I’m worried about, though.”

he just listened to her talk for moment, scanning over her face for the millionth time and giving her hand a soft squeeze. the boy couldn’t help but smile at her exclamations, finding her borderline desperate attempts to defend herself cute. she didn’t have to defend herself around him, as long as she was happy and that smile of hers stayed on her face she could do whatever she wanted in his opinion. after the kiss on his cheek he leaned closer to nudge his forehead against hers, doing his best to return the affection. 

“ i know you’re fantastic at baking and cooking, as you’ve deemed me your official taste tester on multiple occasions. “ there was a chuckle in his words. “

“ i’d love to hear you play, violet. no matter how bad or good it is, i’ll still listen. “ he mumbled, playfully and softly pushing his head against hers. in truth he hadn’t played since middle school and even then it was only at home that he played- to calm the temper of his father and sister and distract the mind of his mother and himself. playing again would be a troublesome thing for him as well; he couldn’t help but let out an amused sigh as he thought about the fact both of them had such strong emotions around one seemingly simple task. 

“ i think you’re worried to start again and what could happen during that time. “ sweet said as if he wasn’t talking about himself. he did a lot of projecting that could make sense in the situation, whether or not violet noticed was beyond him. sweet bumped his nose against hers affectionately. “ we could just play around on the keys. don’t really have to have a rhyme or reason, we could just have fun. “ 

          @myriod​​ / the starter i mentioned to u <3

      “…you know, the last time I actually seriously played piano was in high school. Don’t think I’ve really thought about it much since then. I… haven’t really had much of a reason to. Baking’s my passion, not… music." 

      Violet let out a sigh, a permanently soft smile on her face. As painful as it had been for her to think about, her mother was her driving force for learning and playing as long as she had. High school was a messy time, meaning piano was the least of her thoughts. But as of late, she’d been thinking about it- fingers mindlessly typing out the keys to songs long since unplayed. It had caught the attention of those around her; Sweet included. Maybe she should consider getting a keyboard for her room? That might not be a bad idea.

      Violet looked towards the floor of her room and hummed softly. Her hands rested limply in her lap.  "It’s not much of a secret, but I used to be pretty good. I don’t think that’s really stuck, but Ash says that it’s like muscle memory. I don’t know if it would hold up as much as baking has for me though.” 

it was violet’s day off and it wasn’t like sweet did anything aside from following eklund’s orders and following his girlfriend around like a lost puppy. this was the first time he was invited in her room, so his eyes were wandering and taking in all the decor and pictures and miscellaneous items she had around the room. there was a small smile on his face as the things she surrounded herself just made sense, it was like she was a missing puzzle piece and whenever she was in her room the puzzle was complete.

a music box caught sweet’s eye, it was pearlescent and in the shape of a piano. he knelt down to look at it- it looked too fragile to pick up, so he kept his hands to himself. that’s when violet spoke, causing him to look over at her and intently listen before resuming his observation of the figurine. he didn’t want to ask her why she stopped- everyone had to have asked her that whenever she talked about it, he didn’t want her to talk about something she wouldn’t say without being prompted. 

“ i played a bit when i was younger, mainly as something to keep me out of my parents hair but i still remember a bee gee’s song i learned. “ sweet snickered as he crossed the room and set beside her. “ i happen to know for a fact the library down the street has a piano hidden away from the usual people looking around. i could take you there if you’d like to mess around a bit. “ the boy tilted his head in curiosity, the small smile still sitting on his face as he glanced over her. 

“ you can have more than one interest, violet. “

“Well, after my little shopping trip last night it definitely ended on a high note.” Matt chuckled as he heard her walk over to him and happily reached out and took a hold of her arm. Matt was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a button up shirt trying to be a mix of casual and dressed up. “I take it the rest of your evening was good?” He already knew it had as whilst he was walking away he could hear a faint muffled squeal of excitement which had made him laugh softly to himself last night.

chevy placed her hand over his when it latched onto her arm, like she had the day before. she opened the door for the two of them, flipping her open sign around before completely stepping away from her store and focusing on the question. 

“ yes, it was good. my goldfish kept it’s attitude to itself for once, so that helped. “ she laughed as they made their way down the sidewalk. like she had said the day before, the coffee shop was right next door. only an alley way separated the establishments so it took them less than a minute or so to walk in and be greeted by an older gentleman wiping down the counter. 

“ ah! ma petite fille! qui as-tu amené aujourd'hui? “ he prattled in french with a grin and raised brow, causing the seamstress to look at him with wide eyes and a scrunched nose. 

Matt could hear the way her heart skipped a beat and chuckled softly. He wouldn’t blame her for being embarrassed about not getting his name but he had only came in for some suits so it was reasonable that she didn’t know his name yet. Chevy? He liked it. It rolled off the tongue rather nicely and it definitely was a name fitting fot her judging by the vague image he had of her and the what her voice sounded. “Murdock. Matthew Murdock, most people tend to call me Matt.” He smiled as he gave her a quick nod afterwards. “I currently don’t have any cases to work on so that sounds perfect.” He hadn’t expected to get himself a date coming here and he knew Foggy wouldn’t be surprised in the least about this but he certainly wouldn’t complain much. “See you tomorrow, then.” He nodded before turning to make his way out of the store.

Matt made his way down to the clothes shop the following day and gently pushed the door open as he tapped his cane against the nearest counter gently trying not to startle her this time as he announced his presence.

“ matt. “ she repeated softly and nodded, a big grin appearing on her face at his departing words- face still a tad rosy from the conversation. “ i hope the rest of your day is good, until tomorrow. “ once he was out the door she let out a little squeal and skipped to the back where she was previously working, finding the will to get through her orders rather quickly all of a sudden. 

the next day she was pacing around her empty shop as she waited for matt. she might have been there a few hours before just out of pure excitement and nervousness, hoping being in her happy place would calm her down. she was halfway into a dress commission when she realized she was using the wrong color of fabric, using red instead of blue, and came to the conclusion she should just wait till later to work. 

He could hear how fast her heart had begun to beat and was already sure he knew what was coming next. He carefully slid his card across the lcd screen listening to the ping of the machine as it accepted his card and quickly slid it back into his wallet. “A coffee sounds wonderful, miss?…” he trailed his voice off waiting for a name as he took the two suits and hung them off his arm.

her face lit up like a stop light again as she realized she didn’t even know this man’s name and here she was asking him on a coffee date. it felt like her heart skipped a beat at the realization and she almost stuttered when she spoke next, but bit her tongue before the vocal trip could get out. 

“My partner has tried to trick me with a bowtie before but he never came close to fooling me, unfortunately for him.” Matt grinned as he ran a hand along the tie and gave her a small nod of approval before he rest his hand back against his cane. The vigilante fished his card from his pocket and wondered if he’d have enough to pay for two high quality suits like these but he should be fine he hoped. “No, thank you, that will be all.” Matt smiled as he pressed his cane down before continuing. “I’m actually single at the moment. Yourself? I’m sure someone like yourself has someone waiting on you?”

another laugh left the woman and she nodded in amusement as she carried the clothing to the checkout counter. she fiddled with the feather that hung from her ear in a bashful manner as he finished talking, ignoring the fact her mind was bouncing around like a kid on christmas. 

“ que veux-tu dire? someone like me? “ she questioned playfully, resting on her forearms. “ a young french woman with a quiet clothing shop in such a noisy city? please, monsieur. the only entity that is waiting for me is my pet goldfish who gives me an attitude every time i feed it. “ chevy jested and started pulling the hangers from the suits to start packing them for the man, tallying up the amount on her register as she did so.