#sofia001

PHOEBE: Hi there, hope you don't mind this text. i'm just hoping i got the right number for sofia escobedo? i googled crave & co and this number came up? PHOEBE: my name is phoebe yates and i was just hoping we could have a little chat? i'm friends with damian, your/sofia's brother.

‘I do,’ she’d said after him. And finally, when the two were pronounced husband and wife, JP pulled Sofia Delacroix in for a kiss. It a kiss they shared with a hundred onlookers inside the church... Around them, cheers and music so loud the birds resting on the church roof flew away in the flutter of hundreds of wings. JP registered none of the noise for just a moment, enjoying himself only in every second of such a charged, impossibly happy moment. 

Slowly, the sound returned to him as they pulled away to smile at each other. The King pulled her close at the hip and pressed another kiss to the side of his wife’s head before the two turned to smile at the clapping, cheering honored guests. Camera lights flashed at every moment. God, there were so many people. And there were more still to come. The doors to the building opened up at the moment and light poured in from outside where their car was waiting to return them to the castle. The sound of a cheering, energetic crowd waiting to watch them come outside was deafening now despite how far they were, almost louder than the church bells above them that made music throughout the kingdom - letting everyone know that the King had been wed.

So, CJ was maybe bad at looking after himself. Just a little bit. It wasn’t that he didn’t love himself or whatever, sometimes there were just more fun things to do rather than boring tasks doing laundry, or grocery shopping, or sleeping a full night. Also, what was the definition of looking after oneself anyway? CJ was happy, that’s what people wanted to be in life, right? 

Still, he had gone a couple of days without sleeping, choosing to stay up and get high, either filling the hours with movie marathons or video game sessions, too into these other worlds to notice the change of the inky black sky breaking into a bright new dawn. And he decided to combat this by — instead of going to bed — to order the biggest coffee and pastry he could.  "My toaster was definitely talking to me this morning." He yawned out to the barista as he made his order, “Telling me I needed, like, a muffin the size of a baseball glove, if you got one!” 

Looking for a place to sit, Daniel glanced around Traceless café. It was a little busier than it had been some of the times he’d stopped in lately, which was a relief - he’d hate for the place to go out of business so soon after he’d found it. Of course, the café being relatively crowded also meant that, well, there were a lot of people he caught sight of as he glanced about for an unoccupied space. 

His quest for available seating was suddenly brought to a halt however when he caught sight of one person in particular, who he’d definitely met before - Sofia. They’d only spoken once, and since then he’d managed to convince himself that she hated him. She’d spent much of the conversation trying to convince him to stop coming to this café in favor of another after all, and had departed said conversation with what was rather obviously an excuse. At least, he was fairly certain Sofia wasn’t just someone who needed to wash her hands so frequently as to have that interrupt conversations she was genuinely interested in having.

The trouble was, now that he’d noticed her he wasn’t sure what to do. Normally when he saw someone he knew he did the polite thing and greeted them, but was that really the polite thing if the person in question didn’t enjoy his company? Or maybe he really was overthinking things and she didn’t dislike him after all, in which case it would be completely awful of him to ignore her. But then - what if she really did dislike him? Caught in an endless loop of consideration, he wound up standing there, looking in her direction for longer than he’d like - possibly even a moment longer than was polite. 

People knew her in the castle. Usually Aurora went in and out with hardly a second glance unless it was someone to greet her or ask her for help. That day she was hoping to walk in, quickly pick up the purse she’d left the other day, then walk out without delay. That was not the case.

Everyone seemed a lot more on edge that morning. Staff whispered to one another. Serpentia. Council. I don’t know. Those were all words and phrases she heard in passing. Aurora was curious and ended up taking a detour from the ward towards the quiet, enormous library... somewhere she usually found a quiet, empty place out of everyone’s way and where she might find a relaxing staff member that she could talk to. Aurora made it there but had to push herself to the wall by the entrance when a group of men and women came out unexpectedly. They seemed anxious and on task - none of them even spared her a glance.

Aurora let them pass and walked in to the sight of Sofia lingering by a window, looking more on edge than usual. The Saint gently closed the door as she watched the other across the room. “Sof-” Aurora cleared her throat. This was going to take some getting used to. “Your Majesty...” She greeted. “I know it’s not exactly my place, but is... is something wrong?”