#interprcted

down to talk whenever :’)))) esp since we live in the same city sorta ?? idk i think thats p Neat

“ Dad ? ”

         Her voice catches in her throat, paused, as she blinks. She is trying to see whether or not he is a vision that she has conjured herself. Alba sees him in everything -- in her mother’s paintings, in the way she laughs, or in the way she always makes sure to have a spare pair of shoes around, never break any bones. “You’re here,” She says, flinging herself in a hug toward her father, and clutching him tightly. He may slip between her fingers before she even has a chance to say hello. Sometimes that was just how things were. She knew more than anyone else how that was. 

“ It’s beautiful isn’t it ? ”

        The Danish girl sat daintily in the high grasses, the winds billowing around there as she turned to face the angelic woman. Melody had began coming to this field when her gardens stopped being quiet and began to be filled with bustling servants -- who insisted that she SIGN this and STAMP that. Her house would never be quiet. She had accepted that a long time ago, learned to find the quiet places herself and spend time in them. A smile crosses her lips, pleasant and warm, “ I do hope me being here isn’t infringing on your plans,” She began, tucking her pale green dress underneath her legs. 

          ‘i would never say this to her face, but she’s a wonderful person and a MAESTRO in the kitchen.’ it was a little too late to make the compliment after his assistant had left to prepare a new pot of coffee and fetch all the notes she had fastidiously taken per his request though. but the investigator MERELY leaned back and took a long drag from his cigar. ‘one time i was running low on cash and she BRIBED the sap with a tray of scones. ‘s like watching a kitten pull off a bank heist or somethin’.’

“ I swear Alana. ”

          Melody stood outside of the door of her flat, a silver key inserted into the lock. It would turn just enough to hear the faint -- click -- but when she would turn the knob it would hit against their deadbolt. Which conveniently for her was not attached to the actual doorknob lock itself. It was it’s own separate entity and right now it was royally screwing her over. “Dammit.” She muttered, palms flat on the rough paint of the door. Melody turned around, back slowly sliding down the door until she was sitting on the floor. Nimbly her fingers dialed her roommates number and was sent straight to voicemail. “This is the second time this month she’s done this to me, I even said the last time ‘ Alana I will text you if I’m not coming home, but don’t lock me out ’    ---- and what does she do ? This. ”

         Eyelashes flutter to close and she lets a deep sigh escape through her lips. Frustration settles in her gut and wants to crawl, TOOTH and NAIL, up her throat to unleash it’s venom on the world. She doesn’t let it though. It’s not worth the cleanup it would cause. Her core relaxes and the frustration settles on a low hum instead of a roar, as she hums to the tune of the melody her mother used to play before sleep each night. The notes course through her -- and for a moment she forgets that she’s angry, or that she’s sitting in an ill-lit hallway all by herself. 

        She pauses when she hears the creaking of an opening door, feeling oddly EXPOSED, she drops the melody altogether. Opening her eyes. When she sees the door open across the way, and more importantly her neighbor in the door frame, she scrambles to her feet. “Uh -- SORRY, if the n-noise was bothering you. I - I - I -I’ll try to keep it down. Just trying to stay awake, you know ?” A beat. “ You must know, of c-c-course you would.”