#aria.chat

it wasn’t like centralia had a lot of people walking around town. not even when her salon had sort of a privileged location. aria didn’t have many clients that week, and she hated to see the sidewalk right outside in boring gray, so that morning, she sat out with a box of pastels decided to write, draw and doodle some beach design, with a big bright sun, and planned for a rainbow in the corner, except somebody was well on their way to step on her box of pastels, most likely ruining them all. “CAREFUL THERE!”

“i almost died on my way here! i swear!” aria was still struggling to control her breath. she had not been this scared in a really really long time, but she had felt it oh so close, that she was sure she had seen at least three quarters of her life pass before her eyes. “i was walking through the park to cut time, you know? because i was already late, and like- i saw this bunny with its leg stuck on some kind of branch- so i had to help! so i- i walked a little closer, very, very slowly so i wouldn’t scare the little thing and i was in the middle of it when suddenly the fucking floor parted- a literal hole appeared right before my eyes, and i was there, barely catching myself before i fell into the fucking- i mean, i did not see fire, but i could feel the heat. i know there was fire.” she said in pretty much a single breath. “and- and yes- i saved the bunny.” she added after a moment, just then opening her tote bag to show them the soft little thing nesting in between random items. 

she still felt a little out of it. she had not meant to get high enough to have some sort of mental loophole about the new year’s party. she hated when that happened, and she thought she had good control of it by now. it hadn’t happened since she was seventeen, and now she was wondering if what she thought had happened, had actually happened. aria had been distracted all day- to the point where she had been washing the same dish for the past five minutes non stop, the water still running in the tap, before sora called her out, startling her and forcing her outside of her own head. “sorry- i don’t- i need a couple addies today, i swear to god.” she said, rinsing the dish and putting it to dry. “hey- you were at the train party the other night, right?” she could not even remember who was there and who wasn’t.  ||  @tcrtcard​

nobody did their hair during the winter. it was a fact. but it wasn’t like aria wanted to close her business. what was she supposed to do locked up at home? she would probably end up bald, crazy, or all of the above. no. she couldn’t have it. she was doodling behind the counter- nothing too artsy, nothing too planned. she was just trying to keep her brain in a single space before she started jumping timelines and universes inside her own head when the little bell above the sliding door of her shop rang, prompting her to look up and grin. “hey! welcome! how can i-” she lost her words for a moment when a flash of... a memory that was not a memory but almost a dream appeared inside her head. bodies, hands, mouths- fuck. aria shook her head and blinked a few times. “sorry- how can i help you today?” she bit her bottom lip and walked around the counter like the good host, owner, and stylist in the place at the moment. || @everandevermcre​

“promise you won’t make fun of me...” aria bit her bottom lip rather nervously. “this never happens to me, not really, but i’m so glad it happened on myself and not a client- i could never look at anyone in the face if that ever happened, i just...” her hand moved to her head, covered by an unusual hat when it was actually warm outside. “i just left the dye for too long and part of my hair literally fell- and i had to do a bit of a side shave- and i...” aria sighed and looked down, finally releasing pink and blonde locks down, except right above on her left ear there was a bit of a bald spot, rather than a shave. “does it look as bad as it feels?” she asked with total concern and fear for the answer. “be honest.”

aria, as usual, was late. she wasn’t exactly pressured either, it was just the way she did things, and everyone who knew her would expect it. she had left her house on time, but she had found a distraction in the form of a pet shop, and ever since sora had given her a kitty, it wasn’t something she usually let pass. “sorry, i just...” aria lifted the bag of goodies as to excuse herself, her other bag on her lap instead of the floor. “in my defense, it’s her fault!” she said, finally showing the cat she was carrying inside her bag. she took her everywhere ever since she came to her life, despite not having a name just yet. IT WAS HARD! “isn’t she beautiful?” 

“i have to show you something!” aria, overexcited as usual, grabbed ezra’s hand, although she did not drag him until she saw the recognition in her face. poor soul had been the first known person aria saw, but even if she had been able to choose, she was sure her choice would still have been ezra. “it’s- it’s amazing, i promise. come with me- it won’t take long. and- and i’ll give you tea.”

“i was watching this video the other day and like... i have an idea for you. well- a proposition. did you know you can like... dye beards?” aria’s eyes were twinkling. “i would ask sora to grow one and let me play with it, but i don’t think it’s his thing and you.... well, look at you and that strong stubble...” || @mvdgrit​