Voices tumble together over the melody of a song she doesn’t recognize, as Eleanor navigates the clusters of people. Eyes follow her every, practiced, movement with something she’s come to recognize as curiosity, admiration. Some in passing glances, feigning a casual interest, others openly gawking at the girl born in a vat--- or so Nicolas tactlessly described her.

Led by a hand at the small of her back, she drifting attention is called to the face of an astonishingly tall man. Roman Godfrey. Richard, father or dad, in public, announces in measured joviality, exchanging introductions.

She knows the name. Dr. Pryce brought the young CEO up frequently in his discussions with Richard, with a smile for her, cautious warmth, to offer something familiar she could grasp. He was a young upir, still navigating the overwhelming world of new sensations and urges.

She’s still studying his face, his vibrant green eyes, when a lapse in voices and hard pinch at her side suggests that it’s her turn to speak. A lecture, predictably, broiling up in Father.

Pearly whites flash in a tempered smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “Hello, Roman Godfrey.” He smells like Nico, but considerably more expensive. Laundry detergent and cologne, cigarettes and menthol--- mint, alcohol and something she can’t identify.

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@witchalf  /   basically at this point we’re sisters  : / sorry, those’re the rules ! I’ll follow your sabrina spellman to the end, and ofc your betty blog, man, I just love everything you do you’re so iconic and im in love with your writing, can’t wait to write more ofc

@vglnte /  ok but im still laughing bc in the GC you didn’t even KNOW IT WAS ME AND I WAS DYING LMAO, but we aren’t even mutuals on this blog but we’re mutuals in me heart so, and since me and penny are technically sisters it means by that, we’re also sisters — anyways, again, i love ur writing, like i wish i was that good. 

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                    THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY PHOTOSHOP FOR A WEEK NOW, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN LIVING THE SNOOZE LIFE ----- but honestly ?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY.  ( belated )   honestly, what is there to say that I haven’t already said;  you’re an amazing writer, an amazing friend ---- and overall, just an amazing person.  I’ve watched your writing for years and it just keeps getting better and better ? I’m so blessed to have you as a friend, and to be able to see your writing to what it is to this day !  honestly, it’s so great that WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME HUMOR, and we both say ‘ ME ‘ at every given moment during movies ---- and don’t forget; movie nights watching spooks with the squad ! You’re so honest , and it’s one of the things I love about you. You’ve stuck beside me through the worst of things, and you’re so incredibly smart ABOUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING --------- so let’s start talking about roman because we just finished the show ( so sad they stopped after season 1 )  and , all the research you put in your muse is honestly amazing; you’re the person I trust to write him, and like I said before, you’re so authentic with your writing it just feels like source material ---- completely organic and it’s such a blessing to see that on my dash. You know everything there is, and you GO ABOVE AND BEYOND FOR YOUR MUSE ---- it’s honestly inspiring to witness.  ugh, I love you, I love the ghouligan ripperologist squad, and I’m so glad we’ve solidified this friendship from basically being mutuals and not talking --- im so glad I messaged you to plot that one time, because can you imagine what kind of fraud life we would have both been living ??? 

     HAPPY BIRTHDAY !  

RPC POSITIVITY WEEK / DAY NINE: FAV GRAPHICS/EDITS BLOG

     a gathering of colleagues , friends , and family ; that’s what this is . yet despite the seriousness of the situation , bedelia feels out of place here . she’d barely known norman outside of the professional sense , and even then their relationship had hardly gone beyond a few chance meetings . she is here anyways , though , sipping on her second glass of wine and mingling only when seemingly necessary . a few people are known to the psychiatrist , and some even stop to greet her , but the interest ( aside from the beautiful building this is all taking place in ) she might have felt an hour ago is waning heavily . . . but is it too early to leave ? would it be considered rude to step away now ? she rest of her beverage is downed , and she’ll set the glass on the tray of a passing staff member as blue gaze looks about the room . she’ll settle on a young man , though ‘ young ’ might not be the right word ; younger , perhaps , is better . she’s seen him before , knows he’s a godfrey , and so she’ll approach him with an apologetic look on her face ; she must play the part of sad friend to the deceased norman godfrey .     “ you must be roman . ”     hand is extended for the other to shake .     “ my name is bedelia du maurier — i used to work with your uncle . ”     in one way or another ; it’s not a precise explanation of her interactions with the man , but it’s close enough .     “ i’ve heard about you before , and it’s a pleasure to meet you , though i do wish circumstances were different . ”     granted , norman had passed nearly a year ago , but the sentiment remains the same .