[ la vie en rose ]

      ‘ thank you, ‘ seraphine prefaces,    desperately trying to organise the mess of papers in front of her, that despite their disarray, had some beauty beneath all of the madness. ‘ for helping me with this. i’m completely over my head, and really,   i only have myself to blame for this one. ‘ she eases her troubles with a laugh,    the usually quite carefree ( but just as equally stuck up ) trying to cover up any traces of discrepancies to her usual calm and collected demeanour. [ closed starter for @tickinghearted ]

    ‘ why ? ‘ came seraphine’s pointed question,     pausing the movement of the pen for one second.   and like in an instant, her work was all but forgotten,   ‘ so you could play on your switch without anyone getting mad at you ? ‘ she further pressed,   ‘ if you do it under the table, no one would be able to tell, you know.’  

‘ yes, make fun of my english. but there’s a lot of less pleasant terms for land people i could have used. ‘ she rolled aquamarine eyes to the side,  words muttered out, but with the faint hint of laughter trailing through them.    ‘ but i’m sure ghosts do conform to some logic ; their own logic,  ghost logic,   so unless you went to one of the proclaimed psychics or demons on campus and ask them. ‘    she shrugged,   pulling hair back off her shoulders, ‘ but yes, i do think it’s a ghost.’ 

‘ ah! there.’    seraphine remarked, and without a second of hesitation using a tendril of water from paintbrush pot to swipe lightly at the mark,   ‘ well?   did i get it ? ‘ 

   ‘  -- - a paint palette ? ‘  seraphine replied,    a genuine sense of dumbfoundness in her voice.  confusion at what other type of palette may could be referencing.    ‘ it’s a water painting, large canvas, splash of colours,  i would call it beautiful but at this point -- ‘ a sigh,   typical of artists block, ‘ -- i think even a first grader could pull it off.’ 

  trying to remain calm in stressful situations? perhaps could be counted as one of seraphine’s skills. however, that usually involved playing the violin, or the piano, or painting,    none of which were capable options at this second.       maybe a cup of tea would calm her nerves,  she reasoned,   not really thinking of how surrounding others might react to her sudden decision to stand and announce her .    ‘  right.   it’s no point just sitting here and doing nothing,     i’m going to go get a cup of tea.’  //   @cfwarriors​ 

     ‘ marisol // @mariwing. ‘  the young princess  announced her presence,   the slight waiver in her usually straight voice indicating the turbulent troubles brewing beneath the otherwise calm exterior, ‘ has there been anything about the effects of the mist,    i know this perhaps isn’t the most ideal situation -- ‘ what, with seraphine being without her powers, ‘ but i think i have an idea of something that we could do.’ 

seraphine curry - > spring fling 2019. 

    seraphine furrowed her brows together,     lips pressed in a similar fashion,        it was all done in jesting humour as she tried to survey how she could inflict the most ‘damage’ in the least number of strokes.    she picked a purple, deep violet, from her palette, lightly sweeping it across her cousins top lip, curling it out at both ends like a comedic moustache.   ‘ there;  a perfect masterpiece if i do say so myself.’ 

   ‘ oh ? ‘   a light smile blossomed over the atlanteans’ face,    petal pink lips now almost matching the slight blush that had spread across seraphine’s cheeks.   ‘ well, if that’s the case. perhaps i’ll just leave it there.  who knows ? perhaps paint splatters will be the new fashion trend. ‘

    ‘   well   -- the flames may clash with the blue lights ... ‘   finally, seraphine decided to jump off of her small perch and walk closer to the bike-- give it another proper look over, as if she didn’t already have it memorised for how much time she spends nearby.   ‘ but i’m sure i could do any paint job, triforces included.    oh,   and a racing stripe ?      i heard that they made cars faster.’ 

         ‘   well, then he’s doing better than every other man. ever. in existence then, right ?   ‘  seraphine mused, not that she’d include her family in that collection.  but speaking only in a 100% accurate statements didn’t fit well with a woman who liked to speak in metaphors and cryptic soliloquies.             ‘ i think he would look even better coasting down some beach roads -- or perhaps a decal ? i could always help with those mm -- triangle pyramids that you like ? ‘

   ‘ if it’s large enough for other people to notice, then it’s enough to give a -- over,’ she censors herself as she speaks,  ‘ sorry,    it’s dumb -- but after the one time i accidentally painted myself a moustache,’ a pause as she laughed lightly over the memory,   ‘ perhaps it’s become a pet peeve of mine.’