would you believe us if we said that wasn't really ARIANA GRANDE? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's SERENA CARLISLE, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last OFF AND ON HER LIFE. you can find them working over at PINEHAVEN LEARNING CENTER as a BALLET TEACHER / DIRECTOR. they're 27, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're MOODY, MYSTERIOUS, & RESERVED, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more GENTLE, POLITE, AND DISCIPLINED. if we had to pick one song to describe SHE/HER, it would be JUST FOR FUN BY BEYONCE. see ya 'round, SERE .ᐟ.ᐟ
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NAME. serena aurore marie carlisle
AGE. twenty - seven
BIRTHDAY. march 14, 19XX
SEXUALITY. bisexual , closeted
OCCUPATION. ballet teacher at the pinehaven learning center
TIME IN PINEHAVEN. off and on her entire life , but recently about a month
NOTABLE FEATURES. her short build, and graceful aura. she has deep dimples on each side of her lips.
RELATIONSHIPS. two older brothers , masen ❪ singer / founder of funeral for my youth ❫ & august carlisle ❪ senior assistant us attorney ❫
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the carlisle family has had a house in pinehaven since before serena was born . they used it as a getaway , when the world became too much , somewhere to reconnect with nature and their artistic pursuits . growing up , she loved the easy - going nature of the small town , and the way her parents were able to let her and her brothers run around in the backyard without fear of paparazzi or being watched .
outside of pinehaven , the carlisle family was a political dynasty , with french roots . serena was born as the third child of julian carlisle , a senator and a writer , and emilia swain , a french ballerina and the daughter of a winemaking family . though born in fairharbor , rhode island , serena spent three years of her youth in pinehaven , so the family could have privacy . this allowed her to grow up wild , precocious , and excitable , until she began ballet . once she was older , she began to learn true discipline . at ten , she moved to france to live with her aunt gabrielle , and attend ecole de danse l’opera national de paris (paris opera ballet school) . she still returned to pinehaven every summer , spending three months of the year returning to her youth , until the tragedy .
somewhere in d.c. , during a trip , serena’s father was murdered . her mother died soon after of heartbreak . her brother , masen , ran away ━━ not to be seen again , but heard on the radio as a rockstar now . her brother august stayed in d.c. , picking up the mantle as the leader of the family . and serena fell further into herself , further into ballet ━━ she was only thirteen when she watched her father die .
after the death of her parents , she stopped returning to pinehaven , and to the united states . she stayed in her bubble in paris .
but then she disappeared from france . no one on the outside knows what happened , what changed her mind . but serena came home to pinehaven , to her family’s old house , and started teaching ballet at the local school . serena is thankful for the privacy of pinehaven , spending her little free time pursuing art and piano , and taking walks around town .
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attending a masquerade ball in the tiny town wasn't exactly what guin's parents would likely have referred to as ‘ keeping a low profile ’. there would probably be cameras out and about, and the gazette would most assuredly be running a story in the paper about it by the time monday rolled around, but she couldn't resist. an excuse to get dressed up all pretty, wearing an actual gown she'd brought from home? ( so much for using her lowkey wardrobe. )
sipping a flute of champagne by a corner, trying to look as inconspicuous as humanly possible, and that was when she saw maybe the most beautiful human being she had ever laid eyes on. “ are you kidding? ” she asked, scoffing. her jaw fell as she looked the woman up and down, stunned not only by her face card but also by her gorgeous dress. “ i don't think i even hold a candle to you! you're magnificent, holy cow. ”
all of the flying compliments had inflated her delight for the evening . what had begun as anxiety curling in her stomach had become all smiles for her usual stoic lips . it's hard not to fawn over her , reaching up to brush a stray curl behind her ear , which flush from the tips to the apples of her cheeks from the kind compliment .
she's never heard people say such sweet things to her and mean it , without an ounce of wanting behind their tone .
little palm is held out , while serena smiles , all pink lips and deep dimples . ❛ that is so . . . !! thank you ! serena is my name . what is yours ? ❜
"Yeah, nah." He says, almost embarrassed now at what his prior engagements are. "I got uh, I got a Fortnite Tournament to stream. If I didn't promise all the lonesome people some entertainment on this fine holiday ..." should he say he would've asked her to the ball? He figures he's paused for a second too long, and that adding that fact would make it kind of weird, so he doesn't. "But I hope you have fun! And I can't wait to hear all about it ... I'll send you a link to the stream if you're down to hop in for a second or two when the ball gets boring."
a soft giggle comes from her through the receiver ; but it's the polite kind , the kind you give when you don't understand . . . and she doesn't know what fortnite is , or why streaming is such an important engagement , but she giggles because . . . she isn't sure why . ❛ sure , i would really like that . ❜ hopefully morgue will help her not look stupid somehow . ❛ i will try to make a lot of pictures , to show you what you missed out on . ❜
watching from the safe veil of the bar, elira couldn't contain her glee. it seemed the town came alive with an unkempt level of elegance that she hadn't expected. there were certain expectations that had been pre-established before her self imposed exile; the kind that equally filled her with dread and freedom. yet, in its own way, pinehaven sparkled. "i did not think it could be done but pinehaven always finds a way to surprise me and thank you." she plucked the flute of champagne from serena's gentle grasp. a dimple grin accompanied by didn't quite make it up to her eyes. there was a familiar kinship between them; both running from the same silk and tulle that raised them. yet, a small part of her, envied serena's ability to return to without the uncertain turbulence. no iron chains around her wings after all.
"we're going to go out there, you know, eventually. our students are watching after all." she tended her hand out to serena. "you look lovely this evening."
serena had yet to unveil to anyone the reason she'd returned to pinehaven ; let it be because she missed home , or because she had yearned for her best friend . anything felt better than the truth . . . but she felt more pity for elira's reason than her own . she'd been given the chance to flee , while elira had been chased off . and if she chose to return . . . it isn't an injury that holds her back .
life had never been known to be fair , though .
so at least there's this , and there's champagne , and they can dance and pretend the world outside of pinehaven does not exist .
❛ i was hoping this would help you warm up , ❜ serena says with a smile , clinking their glasses together , then taking the other woman's hand . ❛ and we could never let them down , after all . you look even lovelier . ❜
LUKAS WOULD HAVE possessed the conviction to engage in a spirited debate with anyone who dared to assert that the fascinating souls one could encounter within the walls of a local museum paled in comparison to those found at the neighborhood bar. for here stood the undeniable evidence. what began in the hallowed halls of the historical museum in town, an organic and spontaneous conversation unfolded with a passing stranger over a subject entirely unrelated to the founding paraphernalia on display. had it been about the profound implications of the cosmic alignment of the pyramid of giza, or perhaps the intricate importance of organ preservation during mummification and its relation to the afterlife, lukas couldn't remember precisely, only that serena's side of the conversation had been delightfully reciprocal.
and now they wandered through the verdant aisles of the nearest botanical supply store a few days later, seeking the essential supplies to cultivate her inaugural garden, one towering historian and one not so towering prima ballerina.
a bag of soil rested effortlessly over his shoulder, draped across the tailored fabric of his blazer as if it were a mere whisper of weight. his free hand danced through the air, pointing toward the colorful seed bags that beckoned from their display. "now, dahlias and shasta daisies will flourish effortlessly in the pacific northwest climate, and they are fairly easy to manage and tend to," lukas declared, his voice a melodic baritone, imbued with an infectious cheer as he shared his knowledge. "or if you're feeling a little adventurous, tomatoes and peppers are the perfect starter vegetables."
this is the kind of magic serena had come to be accustomed to within pinehaven . people who were ever friendly , and she herself was discovering her own roots . once upon a time , there had been a lovely garden back at the chateau , with flowers she had picked and seeds buried with her own two youthfully girlish hands . it had long withered now , and with the warmer weather coming along , it felt right to start dabbling in an old hobby .
whether her thumb was green or beige , she would soon learn !
everything looks the same to her , but serena is dazzled once more by lukas's expertise . it's the main reason she had enjoyed their conversation so much in the first place . . . intelligence that matches another without boasting ; but instead finding eagerness . it had been perfect .
❛ should i bother with vegetables yet ? i don't really know what i would do with them . . . ❜ cook with them is the natural answer , but serena doesn't know how to cook . . . and she could give them away , but what if they weren't good enough ?
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Had it not been for the theme of the ball, Lunet would not have bothered coming -- she wasn't sure she was quite ready yet to drop in on Serena, and she didn't want Serena to spot her first. That's worse. Far worse. She'd been having fun, though, more fun that she had anticipated she would. She is, perhaps, starting to see what the charm of this town is ... why l'etoile would abandon Paris for a nowhere town like this.
Lost in thought, but she snaps back once she feels someone bump into her. Her initial instinct is to spit fire at whomever it was, but just as she draws her breath in preparation, she hears a familiar voice.
"Oh, it is no problem." She bites the insides of her cheeks to remind herself to keep her composure. There's no way Serena would recognize her right now, right? Even if she might ... what are the odds of Lunet being in Pinehaven? Very slim. She is reassured by this thought, though she worries if her accent will give her away. "I feel the mayor must have paid people from Seattle to come fill out the room, I cannot believe the turn out."
serena reaches up to brush a soft blonde curl behind her ear , her doe eyes recognizable even behind the soft - pink mask that covers her face . serena smiles at the sound of a french accent ; but it isn't the first she's heard in pinehaven , beyond her own , and it only serves to bring a lull of comfort . how nice .
❛ wouldn't that be something ? ❜ serena asks , the dim lights creating a gentle haze over the curvature of her round cheeks . ❛ are you visiting ? or have you lived here ? ❜
Paris smiles deeply at the sound of her voice -- it was the right number after all.
"Hey, Serena!" ... and there sits a bit of a longer pause than he'd rehearsed in his head now - one he snaps out of as soon as he notices. "Uh, I just wanted to call to say ... Happy Valentine's day. I know you're probably busy getting ready and all, I just thought a text wasn't good enough, you know?"
serena sits on the edge of her bed , listening to his voice through the receiver . he really called her . a man of his words , at least these basic ones . that's still more than her ex - fiance could manage . ❛ well , never too busy to accept holiday greetings , ❜ she says sweetly , tone almost a sing - song rhythm . ❛ that's really kind . happy valentine's day . you aren't going to the ball tonight , right ? you said you were busy ? ❜ if morgue wasn't an option , then she would have certainly liked to go with him .
there's something about the other woman that haunts serena . she left paris for her own reasons , but she had read the rumors and newspapers on elira's fall from grace – though fall is too gentle a word . pushed , shoved , forced . all her life she had yearned for understanding , but had never been able to accept it in another human being . in a way , even down to her dark hair , she reminds her almost of lunet , and all the midnights in their dorm .
❛ who knew pinehaven could throw such a party ? ❜ she keeps her tone light and airy as she offers a glass of champagne to elira .
deep breath carlisle . she had made the resolution earlier that she was going to talk with others , mingle about the room like she used to when everyone knew her name . it was harder in pinehaven , but easier at the same time . no one cares about the burden she carries ; her name is something she can sit down , because it doesn't carry the same weight or currency . she hadn't decided if she likes it or not – but the change of pace was refreshing , and thankfully the residents in pinehaven were generally kind and affable . it made her resolution far less scary , but not entirely .
❛ i don't mean to interrupt , but . . . i just wanted to say that you look so beautiful . ❜ she says , the words tumbling out like a waterfall .
the masks made it difficult for serena to recognize anyone she isn't aptly familiar with . . . morgue her soul could pick from any crowd , and evie she can easily spot , but . . . for the most part , the event is filled with strangers . she's spent most of the evening on the dance floor , finally drifting off to the side for another glass of champagne . across the way , she can see her date mingling , and she's proud .
her gaze turns back , a little misstep as she sways – and bumps into someone , just another person in a mask that she doesn't recognize . but she's still ever polite , ever sweet , an apology immediately on her lips . ❛ oh , i'm so sorry ! it's so crowded , right ? i didn't know this many people even lived in pinehaven . ❜
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EVELYN FELT QUITE giddy in being privy to serena's first grand pinehaven soirée. not that she she held any doubts about serena's impression thus far, but evie was a native who brimmed with fulsome pride for her little corner of the world. she'd boast and preen over it's charming nuances until she was blue in the face, even the seeming humdrum outside of extravagant gatherings such at these.
the barest of sips was taken from her own glass, the faintest imprint of her lipgloss left behind on the rim. she wasn't particularly fond of champagne in truth, she found it too dry. but when in rome, drink as the revelers do. "far too crowded," she agreed with a returning giggle. "couture with built in perimeter defenses, how versatile" she quipped. "you, however, look like literal royalty. i had a tiny little princess in a music box when I was a girl. are you real, or did I wish you to life?"
serena , meanwhile , is an expert with champagne ; one deep drink , and the bubbles feel like warmth that makes her more animated . she can tell the brand , can tell that whoever chose it must've done so with care . evie's quip about the butterfly wings makes her giggle , and serena attempts to stifle it with delicate fingers – but it's no use .
❛ i think that's the sweetest compliment i've ever received , ❜ she says , peony - pink lips stretching into a girlish smile . and said so sincerely , her hand touches her cheeks , feeling the little blush . ❛ i wish that was the case . you would have treated me much nicer . you look beautiful as well ! do you want to dance , after we finish ? ❜
Morgue gives herself another look in the mirror, pleased with her fashion choices though wondering if she should start bleaching her hair silvery white again like she did, religiously, in her teens. It would complete the look somehow, but the thought gets wiped away when she recalls how much time always went into it -- and just as she's over that thought, she hears the patter of Serena's feet heading in her direction, a smile immediately stretching across her face as she turns towards her door and watches as the blonde flops atop her bed. True, Serena'd promised to be ready earlier -- but Morgue knew anyway that it would take her longer. The same dance they'd always performed since childhood, where Morgue was the first to be ready and thus prepared to help the indecisive Serena.
"Thank you," she hums, now taking her veiled top hot off and resting it on her dresser. She'll put it back on when it's time to go, no use in ruffling the feathers attached to it now. "We could always bail, make our own fun somewhere else ..." but, she was actually kind of excited for this. She didn't often partake in the town's festivities, but she was more than happy to do so now that the other half of her heart was back from Paris. "What about that pink gown, the one that's kind of ... mmm .. scrunchy? I've always liked that one."
and thank goodness for morgue . it's not the first , nor the last time serena has that thought . she raises her head once more from the dark blankets , her white slip and blonde hair always a sight beside her darlingest , dearest best friend . even the term ‘ best friend ’ has always felt too light for what serena considers morgue .
❛ i want to go , i just can't decide . i already decided that i'm going to try and make one new friend tonight . it's time to start . . . you know . . . making a home , and all of that . ❜ she hasn't been this happy in a long time , despite the reasons for coming home . . . but being here with morgue felt more like home than anywhere in the world .
❛ oh ! that's a great idea . august just sent it to me , so it still smells nice too . ❜ and then she's up , across the hall to her room – reappearing with the dress mentioned . ❛ it does match the mask i already bought . ❜
its valentines day for as long as we say it is : @sihlphid
If Paris knew that a chance encounter at the local coffee shop would result in the butterflies in his stomach, maybe he wouldn't have booked his Valentine's Day full of a Fortnite marathon for his loyal Twitch followers. Perhaps he'd have grown the balls to ask the ballerina to the masquerade ball instead. Alas! Life is full of surprises you can never quite plan for.
They did, luckily, get her phone number. They still weren't even one hundred percent sure it was correct, she could've just been playing nice and given him a fake number so that he'd run along by the end of ... well, he called it a date, didn't he?
He figures he should text her at least, lock in the second date for real. But as he types out the message 'Happy Valentine's day!' ... he stops to think that, maybe, he should go the extra mile. So instead of hitting send, he hits the call button, and listens to the phone ring, rehearsing his greeting in his head.
it's still a little early in the day . she's been flittering around the house , already having had lunch with morgue and now off to her own devices before the ball this evening . something about it had her heart ablaze – how exciting , to get all dressed up and have fun ? it reminded her of the galas that she enjoyed in paris , before everything became complicated and terrible .
her phone is on her sink vanity , ballet music humming softly while she puts her hair in ribbons to form curls for the night . when it rings , doe - eyed gaze drifts down – PARIS CHAMBERS .
and her heart twists with surprise and something she doesn't dare name .
"'CUSE ME, 'cuse me, pardon…thank yew," looking very much like a living cake topper as she swayed through the congregated revelers in all their finery, two glasses lifted from the nearest tray raised high, to keep from jostling the librations within. "champagne delivery coming through, 'cuse me."
evie was all beaming smiles and sparkling eyes as she made her way back to the corner of the dance hall where serena stood in pristine posture waiting, "as promised. i got the last two," she declared softly as she extended one of the glasses toward her. "and I didn't even get sidetracked by that woman in the butterfly wings. they are humongous, did you see? she keeps whacking people in the head!"
evie looks beautiful as she makes her way through the crowd ; serena watches with a playful gaze , dimples in her pale cheeks from her sweet smile . pinehaven had surprised her over and over again with the fun events , and she's more determined than ever to step out of her comfort zone tonight and make at least one more friend . after all , she loves valentine's day , and there's never a better time . she wants to find a way to fit in , some how . . .
and champagne always helps . serena gracefully & gratefully takes the flute from evie . ❛ perfect , thank you , ❜ she says , taking a sip . but then , a little giggle , her hand coming to cover her mouth from the surprise . ❛ really ? that sounds couture , but it's a little too crowded , right ? ❜
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serena has ocd and strict rituals that she doesn't deviate from . when she does , it can ruin her entire day and cause her endless anxiety .
one of those rituals being that she wakes up at 6 am every day .
she's not as independent as she wants people to believe . she can't drive , she doesn't know how to cook or clean , or really any other pretty basic life skills . she has a team at the house that tends to those needs for her . that said , she matured in other ways by leaving home at such a young age .
she can't drive.
never leaves the house without looking perfect . and even at home , serena loves luxury leisurewear . she loves looking her best , and when she was in paris , she was very aware of the fact that there were always eyes on her , no matter what .
serena loves a beverage and always a water bottle on her , at the very least .
a wine snob , serena can't stand cheap wine because her mother was a wine heiress , so she's pretty spoiled when it comes to good wine .
drinks are one thing , but serena doesn't talk during a meal . she's doing it less now , but generally meals were a formal event when she was growing up , so she's used to having a formal atmosphere around eating .
she's good at being seen and not heard – but now that she's in pinehaven , she's trying to break out of her shell more .
always has perfect posture . when she's nervous , or not paying attention , she stands in first ballet position .
the only person that serena never has to hold herself back from ; her bare feet pad across the wooden floor of the carlisle mansion , from serena's room across the hallway to morgue's ❪ despite the many options of bedrooms , serena had wanted to be as close to morgue as possible ❫ she's still only in a white slip , despite having promised to be dressed at least five minutes earlier . she flops dramatically onto morgue's bed with a pout , but then when she rolls over onto her side , she begins beaming . she gestures at morgue's beautiful outfit , up and down . ❛ words could never do you justice , but i will stay say you look beautiful . so , so lovely ! and i just – ugh ! i can't decide how to do my hair , and i have redone my lipstick twice now . i don't know why i can't settle on anything . i hate it all . but at least i am going with you . ❜
