#* headcanons.

lady monaco - due to her being born and raised in Monte Carlo.

principessa italiana - obviously because she's literal grid princess and is Italian.

red bull's bombshell.

WHAT  THEY  LOOK  LIKE.   conventionally pretty, but not particularly glamorous or bold. doesn't wear much makeup off stage, lip tints and mascara at most. never foundation or concealer or any base makeup because she doesn't like how it sits on her skin. a bit of pallid complexion and dark circles when she's tired - which is often.

WHAT  THEY  SMELL  LIKE.   bergamot, jasmine, honey, sea breeze, sandalwood. typically wears aegea blossom eau de parfum by aerin.

WHAT  THEY  TASTE  LIKE.   a bit of peppermint lip balm, tobacco usually. cherries, whiskey, and sweet vermouth after a manhattan.

WHAT  THEY  SOUND  LIKE.   speaks extremely deadpan, stoic. very devoid of affectations and most emotion. soft-spoken, but firm. tendency to sound bored or mad even when she isn't. (see: speaking voiceclaim.) pleasant singing voice, melodic and airy. very gentle and soothing to listen to. there's a warmth there that doesn't come out when she speaks. (see: singing voiceclaim.)

WHAT  THEY  FEEL  LIKE.   fragile, but stiff at times. like her bones are made of glass - gets sharp, if you're too rough with her. she has sensitive skin, but light callouses on her fingertips.

oregano

you are home to so many people and yet you're not at home with yourself. everyone needs something from you and you desperately try to prove that you're enough but you're never enough, never good enough, never even you despite all of that. your hands shake but only when you're never looking at them and your smile is so ever-present you can't help but wonder if its fake, wonder how much of you is real. you're a caretaker, but are you even good at that, or are you faking yourself out into believing you're something that you wish you could, someone that someone else needed you to be when you were small and so full of need and hope and fragility? who are you underneath the need to be someone's home? who are you when you come home to yourself?

jack has been away from the suburbs for some time, but returns to crash on his brother's couch after getting fired from his last job (that part's not really important). he ends up at the wedding because it's polite thing to do, but also because there's an open bar and he's, well, broke and fucking bored. he's only half expecting to see teddy there, but not thinking too much into it because their previous "friendship" was very loose, very casual, never intimate.

teddy doesn't expect to see him at all, but they find each other outside the venue. she's in a bridesmaid dress, he's in his dad's old suit, smoking a cigarette. he offers her one. (conversation goes like, "i can buy my own now." "sure you can, teds.") they're both a little drunk, and he says something about how she looks pretty. ("i've always been pretty, jack." and he just gives her one of those smiles.)