#valentinewood

Carrie in her shop

carrie’s disco deer

Sweet, mysterious, challenging.

[text] Pleaaaaaase?

For some reason, the name James struck Bee’s head the first time she saw Valentine walking by her in one of the STAG hallways. There was something about him that resembled an old acquaintance of her, who happened to be named James, and it settled into her brain. She’s still not used to the fact that his name isn’t what she thought it was and more often than not, he’s referred to as ‘the James guy’ in her thoughts.

“What?” The words coming from the older student just sounded like a bunch of gibberish to Bee and she frowned, both in confusion and annoyance. She absolutely hated not understanding what people were saying to, or around, her. It made her feel like a child, having people talk over her head instead of directly to her. “If you have something pissy to say, I’d rather you say it in English instead of whatever the hell that was.” She scoffed, shaking her head a bit. “What’s the good in insulting someone if they can’t hear you say it?”

Atticus’ maternal grandfather died before he was born and his grandmother died when he ten so he doesn’t have much of a memory of them, although he does remember his grandmother visiting them in Madrid once or twice. His paternal grandparents, his Granny and his Pop, are both still alive and live on a farm in Alabama. Atticus and his family travel to the farm every Christmas they can to spend the holidays with them. They both have thick Southern accents and his Granny hand-knitted him about twenty sweaters when she heard he would be moving to England in case he was cold.