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an acknowledging hum, ruminative sympathy crosses his features - but leo has enough tact to know it’s not his place to dig deeper. he wouldn’t know how to, anyway. ❝ hey, it sounds like your mom and mine would get along, ❞ he mused, ❝ though mine has no shame about her shows. books to her are as good as coasters. have you been around long? ❞ it’s rare for leo to feel … not so wound-up, engaging off the cuff without a clear thought out exit strategy. he watches the other flip through the pages, takes advantage of their distractedness to gauge the look on their face and the features that make it up. something stirs, unsettles leo deeply. he’d like to know more. before he could stop it, leo laughed - quiet still, and not big enough to shift his face too much. but enough to draw a sharp look from the library’s attendant at their desk. ❝ forgive me for the slight. i should’ve known when you didn’t come in with tear tracks and under-eye canyons. ❞ leo shook his head, nose scrunched in disdain at the thought. ❝ no, no. just didn’t feel like the right path for me. ❞ leaning against the bookcase, and then immediately pulling away as it creaked in protest, ❝ more power to you, though. is the town treating you alright? ❞
Eden reaches out to catch the other's arm as soon as a creak cuts through the silence, and he can't help the laugh that escapes him now. It's louder than he intended, but it's hard to catch and sedate the only lighthearted sound he's felt since his return. He can't fight it and some part of him doesn't want to.
"Let's maybe pivot a couple paces to not have another near death experience," He smirks, collecting the rest of the books. "Aside from that, I think its—"
There's a lack of recognition that Eden feels he must take advantage of. He hasn't been here in nearly ten years, and towards the end of his grand scheme to escape through a college admission, he had laid as low as possible. The only trace of Eden was his mother's shop and the flurry of blooms.
"I've been in town about a month now," He says, and it's not entirely a lie. He'd just returned! "Holed up with Desperate Housewives apparently. What do people do around here anymore— I mean, now that the semester is over and the college kids have left?"
"I am not a fucking coward!" Tatum cried. Though he was right - what else could she be? She hadn't given him any answers. She had ran away instead of talking to him about any of her worries. She'd humiliated him. Maybe she should let him call her every name under the sun - she deserved that much and a whole lot more.
The alcohol in her veins certainly didn't help. They'd found each other when she was already half gone. The last shot that she had was only serving to fuel the answer that she felt. The anger that she had no right to feel.
"What could I have said?" Tatum snapped, "What would you want to hear that would've made you feel better about anything? What would have been the point?" She hadn't answered his calls because she was what he said she was - she was a coward. She was scared to face up to him. She didn't want to know why she had done what she had done. Even now, three years later, she couldn't work it out. She had loved him and suddenly, on their wedding day - of all days - there was a voice in her head that told her that she didn't.
She knew that voice was wrong as she looked at him now.
She also knew that there was no chance of reconciliation between the two of them now. She could see it in his eyes. This was the last nail in the coffin. Whatever he needed from her, she hadn't given him it. She wished that there was some way to start this conversation all over again. She wished she could tell him 'I'm sorry' but it was too late now.
A bitter laugh fell from her lips as Eden said goodbye, "That's just typical of you, isn't it?" She rolled her eyes. "The second that a situation is a little bit difficult and you're running away. It's a joke."
Eden stiffened— blood runs cold, and it's beyond sobering. He takes every step back, reels himself in despite what he swore he wouldn't do if he ever saw her again. In every fight, he stayed despite the racing in his chest. He lingered even when he wanted to escape and thought the world was falling apart under him if only to find a solution even when he was exhausted and dumbfounded if only to prove to Tate that they would make it to morning.
And then she left him.
"Running away?" He scoffed, the words scrapping his throat raw. "You’re the one who disappeared. You ran— don’t you dare turn this around on me."
He took a shaky breath, willing his voice not to break— not now, not in front of her. The rage is boiling over as he mulls over this loss and questions every mourning. "What, you think I want closure? No, I wanted honesty then. A fucking explanation! I wanted you, whatever it was, and we'd solve it. You never came back."
He looks over her and just for a moment, under the pool of the lights painting the room blue, he doesn't recognize her. It could have been the liquor and the adrenaline rushing to his head, but he loses sight of her against the crowd for just a breathe. He should have let her go again, but he doesn't. He can't. She has to be the worst— he can survive her.
Eden’s jaw tightened, eyes stinging for just a moment but he tilts his head back with a mocking chuckle. "What could you have said? Anything, Tatum, anything would’ve been better than silence across four years. You don’t get to decide that it wouldn’t matter— you don't get to leave and still think you get the last word. What are you even angry about! You left me, you left at the altar!"
“nothing? what a take. think i’m inclined to disagree with you.” there was a ‘scientific’ way to look at it. not that mason’s mind jumped there, but the nature vs nurture debate could be one of a more rotund and substantial response. instead, the tattoo artist merely shrugged and replied, “not the vibe i feel for it. all the same, respect whatever ideas you have on it.” tattooed fingers moved up, weighing the air as if there was more than just that in it. mason’s face screwed up for a second, mock thought crossing over his reactive features. “is that where the concern should be or should it be in that one could be so scary they feel like they need to do whatever it is to please the customer? “or if they’re not paid well enough, maybe they too hate the individual. a lot of stuff seems unaccounted for here.”
"They weren't kidding when they said you'd ruin all the fun," Andromeda scoffed, briefly looking him over in a lazy attempt at a case study. Conflicting hours, but she'd always hear his voice when it was swept away at the end of his shift and the beginning of hers. She wasn't exactly part of whatever found family could be found amongst some of those inside of Adam & Ink, and while they tried, she curved around every invitation if she could help it. After all, she had the earliest or the latest hours— patience was shot by then.
But maybe not as much as Mason's right now.
Holding a finger up, she calls for silence one last time to hear a screech of the chair, a gasp, and it's only her luck that she turns around before the customer runs out the door.
"Now I don't think I paid for that."
lucky whistled, long and low, as she thumbed through the tickets presented to her. "fifty-two tickets and you've only now decided to bring these to me? it's a wonder they've not towed your car," she said, finding it hard to believe that they were being so lenient for a change. the fact that they weren't exhausted raised her suspicions, but not enough for her to go asking around about it. "all ticket meter guys are pissy because they're ticket meter guys. would you want that job?" the potential for getting punched out on the street was high when you had a job like that, and she was glad that she didn't. she didn't want to walk up and down along the street all day, everyday, either. "regardless, if you kept getting tickets why didn't you say something sooner? you could've come in anytime," she said, curious.
Now, could Andy explain how it was within the span of a certain amount of days? Sure, but she could leave that for Lucky to find out when she went through the dates. A little bribery and concealed parking was also underway, but those were details that didn't matter. As was the flat tire on one of the meter heads' glorified golf carts.
"Didn't have the time— and you know, son of a bitch was also taking some of it," Andy says, a shrug rolling from one shoulder to another. "And it's the season of bad decisions at the shop. Bachelorettes, spring breakers, end of the school year and commemorating four years of nonsense, you'd be surprised. That being said, if you can get this to go away, I can get you something to remember it. Take this on and come in any time at the shop, I'll make sure you're in someone's chair. Or hell, even some sister in law in pink sparkles who really wants a palm tree on her ankle."

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despite himself, leo smiled — earnestly, albeit fleetingly. ❝ are you escaping from something? ❞ the ‘too’ at the end hangs in the air, unspoken. he doesn’t dwell on the question long, feeling trepidation over it being turned around on him instead. with a long stride backward to widen his view, leo’s eyes scan the shelves. a novice on a NOBLE mission now, it nearly looked like he’d forgotten the existence of another person as he ran through a catalog of titles and odd subjects in his head. finally, he stepped forward and - carefully now - pulled a thin, worn hardcover out from it’s own crammed spot. ❝ this one if you want to laugh, ❞ he mused, hardly looking as he held it out to the other and continued looking over titles. another one joined the first, similar in size. ❝ this one if you’re looking for something to haunt you back. ❞ new amusement in his expression now, leo cleared his throat and paused a beat to gather his thoughts. ❝ are you a student? ❞
Eden had escaped, and now he was right back at the starting line. The notion almost makes me laugh, but he gives in with a smile and a shake of his head. It's all he can muster against the knots in his stomach that he's somehow failed. "No, not me. I'm just in town for a while until my mom is feeling better, and I figured I could bribe her with a few good book so we don't have to watch reruns of Desperate Housewives every single night without feeling too guilty."
He takes the books with care, flipping through the pages as if he could tell in a second if it lived up to the claim. Until the last chapter, he'd have to trust the other. No one else had helped him, and no one else was as invested in getting the book they wanted. That had to count for something.
"Uh, not a student anymore— thank god," He says, hand to his chest to mimic a brief ache. "I graduated a few years ago, but it was enough reading for a lifetime I swear. What about you— though I have to guess these aren't exactly college reading requirements, of course. You've got me hopeful."
Did Tatum feel bad about what she had done to him? Of course she did. There was a part of her that wanted to reach for him and make him listen when she told him that she was sorry. There was a part of her that wanted to get onto her knees and beg for his forgiveness. But she was too stubborn for that. She had done something wrong and she was too proud - or too damn stupid - to make amends for it. She'd double down. Make him really hate her.
The mention of her brother let any apology die in her throat. Hands reached out to shove him backwards, "Don't you dare talk about my brother." She hissed.
"You think you're some big man, don't you Eden? Think you're some hot shit? You weren't even enough to keep a girl satisfied. Why do you think I left?" Oh she'd gone a step too far. She knew it as she said it. But she wasn't going to back down now.
"You left because you were a coward, Tate— don't try and act all high and mighty now, like you had any good reason for what you did. What you did was fucked!" Eden said, biting over the music that threatened to drown him out. In some sick trick by fate, he had her now and everything he had wanted to say was thrown away for the heat of this moment. The bridge was burning, flames higher than he anticipated and burning hot.
He staggers against her touch, and he wishes that it felt like something— anything. All it does is boil the rage and it pools over the hurt. He can live like that, he can live with this being how he remembers her, can't he?
"You didn't want to marry me? Fine. But you could have told me before the hour you were suppose to walk down the aisle, a year after I proposed," Eden spat. "You could have told me before the very last second— and you could have told me after."
But Tate had left him there with nothing. At the altar, at the church, in New York. Not a single reason why, or why not for three years.
"But it's too late now, and there's no rewriting this. I'll be a little bit more corrdial than you were— not nice seeing you, goodbye."
there was one person in the whole world that riley truly could not stand. not that he didn't get along with some people, but andromeda boiled his fucking blood like no other. some might wonder why considering they were literally family, but ever since riley could remember, he and andy had always been at each other's throats. when their family would visit for a big reunion on the farm, their parents would always have to separate them in fear that one or both of them were going to get hurt. they would always pick fights with each other and that has not changed over the decades. now as he looks at her sitting on his couch like she owns the place— riley having just woken up from a well deserved nap wanting to have a peaceful snack before he went back out to get some work done. instead he has to deal with his cousin. "andromeda, literally what in god's fuckin' name are you doing here." there's irritation already in his voice and he's sure she's enjoying it. perhaps they should start locking the door from now on, keep the devil out.
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Lifting herself off the couch, head swimming, she lets out an exasperated sigh. No where in town is Andy quiet comfortable, even in her own home, but this is a close second to some semblance of decency. There's also the familiar coo of Riley's incessant aggravation, and that's a lullaby within itself. The dysfunction she knows was better than the peace she didn't.
"Let's try that again—" With a clearing of her throat, she mimics the accent on Riley's tongue with care if only to cut the words out just as he does. "Oh my, Andy. I thought you were the murderer just waiting to waltz in here with my unlocked door! What a blessin' that it's you of all people. Would you like somethin' to eat, how nice and dandy to have you over?"
A little creative liberty, but she'd blame it on improv.
Cherry red boots make their way to hang off the couch's arm, twisting and kicking with every movement her hands make as she speaks. She's planted herself here, dark hair spilling over the cushions with that comfort she needs.
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if there was one thing in life that riley could not do it was say no to his own mother and his other mother, ms cormier— a coraline situation with less of the freaky buttons and hidden doors leading to other worlds. she was just a woman that he had become fond of over the years, one who he would gladly spend time with while she sat lonely in her home. he didn't blame eden for leaving. riley had always wanted to escape town, to do something bigger and better with his life, but there was nothing he had to run from. eden on the other hand did and riley understood it as much as he could. it didn't matter to him that eden had looked at him with disdain when he had come back to magnolia, nothing could make riley's feelings change about him. eden was a young man that riley had been taking care of since he had first came in contact with him. the smoke of an engine and the looks of crimson running down his head, the steering wheel crushed against his chest, and gentle words riley whispered to the young boy to keep him calm. he saw that young kid as he stared face to face with the older one now. "i'd do it without the title," riley shrugs and he means it. his eyes follow to the getup that he's positive eden is not loving, eyes landing on the tie unravelling across his neck, "always a mess." his tone is fond as he sets down the flowers onto the table near the door, bag of food going next to it, and approaches eden, "where are you headed tonight, hotshot?" he can guess as his hands come up to grab the loose fabric and wrap it around eden's neck, under the collar of his shirt, "you could stay in with your mom and i instead?"
Eden doesn’t stop him, and he thinks that's the worst part. He lets Riley fix his tie like he still trusts him even if it's been years since he's seen him. Dry and curt answers to his texts since he left Magnolia, and maybe he's given him a syllable more since he came back. There was never a right way to pray to a guardian angel, but if there was a wrong way, Eden had certainly done it.
And for some reason, Riley always answered.
He lets out a laugh that doesn't sound like one, some kind of grumble of frustration hidden behind an empty smile. Evelyn's giggling makes up for it where he looks to the back of her chair in the living room, a soft and syrupy hum to a childhood home he was desperate to condemn.
"I can't stay," He says, quiet. Dark hues focus on his hands, the flipping of the tie that nearly cuts against his chin. "Because if I stay, she's going to ask me why and if she asks, I can't lie to her face again. Not tonight."
Every vague word threatens to make him choke, and he knows the facade is over. Taking Riley by the shoulder, he pushes them both out the door and down the rickety steps he had yet to fix. Just another thing he wasn't here for, another thing that is owed.
“He’s paying for the treatments,” Eden admits, his voice brittle now. “Every appointment, every pill, every hour she sits in that chair with a needle in her arm— he’s covering it. And the cost is me. I smile, I go to the parties, I say the right things as the son not hidden away but just living his own life. If I don't hit my mark, she pays for it and I can't have that.”
Almost the very same second as the stool being pulled back, Tommy knew who it was that was going to sit down beside him. He couldn't have a moments peace. Especially not when Andromeda Lynch was around.
He was a calm person, usually. He was a nice person. He didn't dislike many people. But her? Somehow, she just knew exactly how to push his buttons and no matter how much he worked on his breathing, he could never keep himself calm long enough to deal with her.
Especially not since she found it hilarious to poke fun at his broken off engagement.
"Knock it off, Andy." Tommy huffed, "I am not in the mood for your 'jokes'." He knew that it wouldn't be that easy, though.
"Aw, come on, Tommy. Don’t pout— your face might get stuck like that, and I hear single’s real rough when you’re scowling," She prodded, knowing he was just as she liked him— miserable. "But, you know, for someone who hates my company, you never leave the one place I’m guaranteed to find you. Makes a girl wonder."
She reaches over the counter to steal a cup of garnishes, cherry red staining her fingertips when they threaten to spill over. A few are tossed into her drink, the rest her own personal stash she balances on her thigh to leave the bartenders none the wiser.
"Enlighten me, please."
She wished that she could give Eden the answers that he deserved - she just didn't know what those answers were. And even if she did, what was good enough to leave someone at the alter? She could not say anything which would make that easier, which would make it make more sense.
Tate was not one to back down from a fight - that was much more his territory. So there wasn't a chance that she was going to back down from this fight, either. She had been the one who was in the wrong. She was the one who did the bad thing. There was a part of her that knew he had every right to be angry at her. But she couldn't let it go.
"I'm not your father, Eden. I can't be your worst nightmare."
Even she was surprised at those words falling from her lips. It was a low blow. She didn't let her shock show outwardly. On the outside, she looked pissed off.
If only she knew— but he had made it so Tate didn't know all of it, hadn't he? His father, alive and well and known to him, who sat on the very top of whatever estate he had in Magnolia to play god somehow didn't even compare to her anymore. That man had left him early on in his life, played games to think he'd stay. But Tatum Simmons was by the far the worst who hadn't betrayed him until the very end, and he'd pick his father over her any day to suffer against.
He watched her, studied her until it hurt, but there wasn't any remorse. Why did he think she'd at least owe him that? It was beyond wishful thinking.
"Yeah, well I'm just like your brother, Tate. You don't get a second chance. You'd better use whatever fuck up this was ending up here to your advantage, because this is the last time I'm ever crossing paths with you again."
although lucky was intrigued, she knew better than to pry. if someone wanted to tell her something, they would tell her in their own time and on their own terms. part of being a lawyer was being patient almost to a fault. instead, she listened as andy brought up the real reason for her visit today. parking tickets. not the most exciting crime, but one of the easiest to have dropped. “do you have the tickets with you now? it's okay if not. i can look it up in the database,” she said, opening her laptop to do a smidgen of research. “it's not as serious as the town likes to make it seem, and if you're supposed to have a parking spot there then i can have these dealt with, no problem.”
ordinarily, attorneys would charge for something as simple as what she was offering. they wouldn't make it cheap, either, but she had a knack for helping people. and sometimes, people helped back because she'd been so easy to work with. having people who were at the ready to help you in her profession was a very, very good thing to be kept in her back pocket. “i can also probably have something done about the sign. if it's there to protect you, yet you're the one who isn't benefiting from it, that's an issue,” she added.
With everything Andy had collected, she was gonna need more than a pro-bono defense.
Holding up the folder in her hands, there's something pertruding from the very middle. She opens it up on the table to reveal a stack she had neatly tucked into the center, the same collection of pink and white slips. How she kept herself from being towed was a miracle, or just another consequence of her parking that left no room for any car.
"There's about... fifty-two parking tickets in here. You'd think they'd be exhausted by now," She sighed. "There is a chance it's just a scorned ticket meter guy slapping the same violation ten times over, if you ask me."
i used to be so reckless, how could i forget this. wastin' my time, use to wanna run.

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Andromeda had yet to find sleep, letting each passing moment bleed into one long hum of peace— or whatever semblance of nothing at all that could exist between the two of them. She wasn't alone, an occurrence that she hadn't intended to make a habit at this point. Milo Callaghan-Vaughn was entangled in her sheets, and if she would give herself grief, he was tangled in more even after all these years. "You weren't suppose to spend the night." It's not the wake up she anticipated, but this hadn't happened since they lived in more than just motel rooms. His breathing raking the stillness ever so softly, the scrape of his jaw and stubble across her shoulder in the middle of the night in some exhausted attempt at a kiss, the cold touch of his chain on her back— that didn't belong to them anymore. And yet, just for a breath that Andy holds to make it longer, she dwells in it. Not a reminiscence, but a single what if had the car pulled into any other lot in Magnolia that day. She pushes it away with a hand on his shoulder. "Milo!"
open to: @fruitfills for riley campbell location: cormier + yorke residence, downtown, magnolia, arizona.
He had to give up. Anymore time spent knotting this around his throat and he'd either choke, or be late— the latter being far worse. The trudge through the living room past his mother was just the beginning of a very long night. She had pried for details and in return only gave him her regrets, her pleas, her excuses to stay here. He had never wanted to stay here, had she not realized that? She didn't understand that this was their last chance, but Eden couldn't bring himself to tell her. The front door opens before he can turn the handle, and he nearly crashes into him. It seemed that some things never changed, as though they walked some fine line tethered to Magnolia that promised not even an escape from bad habits. Already Evelyn is cooing from the couch for Riley, her hero, that she's surely invited over in his absence. Eden's savior, if he would let himself remember all the details. "Is that title really worth watching reruns and eating take out with her?" He asks, greeting swallowed whole as he catches his tie already unravelling. He should have gotten a clip on.