adeliddell

[adeliddell]

where: a club in downtown london, tentatively named ♣ when: late one weeknight whom: @lrzadie

She'd helped facilitate the purchase of art by Zadie, and now she was trying to make friends with her. Most would think Adeline was a little too old to be friends with someone of Zadie's age, but they ran in the same circles, and (as long as it isn't lewd) age is just a number.

Zadie was famous for more than just being rich — though Adeline was famous for being a Liddell, the quiet power they had was more understated — and had an actual following of people that would come out just to see her. Adeline was just rich and though she ended up on Page 6 often she didn't necessarily warrant the whole paparazzi treatment that Zadie would get.

It meant that Adeline had slipped in the back of ♣ and was already in the middle of the dance floor flirting with everyone who gave her enough attention. She was forever who she was and having a good time was the point.

Zadie would have her (likely typical) wading through the paparazzi and press alike before she got in, but they'd decided it made more sense this way, at least for now. Shit, they might not even get along, but Zadie had met Adeline in her professional mask... now she could meet her in her personal one.

#c: zadie #threads: zadie 002 #threads #hope this is ok let me know if you want me to correct anything or JUST START OVER IDK #ilu

[adeliddell]

Adeline had been knee deep in Liddell dramas since birth, and now she was up to her neck. Still, however, she seemed not to mind. Some would be flailing, or drowning, but our Adeline merely floats. It also meant that she was often at these events for the sake of supporting the Jabberwocks or, far more aptly, Theo.

It wasn't that Adeline wouldn't frequent the Red Rose Casino on her own and, in fact, she'd been there in times before she had gotten embroiled in the life of crime, but she had specific obligations on some nights and with everyone a bit antsy about the current climate, she was a hand on deck.

As she moved up near Constanza, a woman she probably knew at least in passing, she bowed her head before brushing her hair slightly out of her face, offering a warm smile, "That is an extremely strange thing for me to seem out of place, no?"

Given she was Consigliere, after all. But, Constanza had her mind on many things and Adeline would never fault someone for any lack of recognition.

WHEN. march 18th, saturday night. WHERE. the red rose casino. WHO. works best for civilians or jabberwocks.

There's never a quiet night at the Red Rose, never a dull moment. Although the neon lights and the bright smiles of the customers maintain a beautiful facade, only a few have come to know the nitty gritty details of such place.

She wishes it hadn't been her, out of all people, to get sucked into the Jabberwocks' world. Despite her conscience and the horrors she had heard of, Constanza's hands have managed to stay clean all along; even if only for the sake of appearances. But is there anything clean about it all, really?

At the sight of another's presence near her, she recomposes herself, mustering up the most poised of smiles and a firm gaze that doesn't falter.

"Good evening," Constanza briefly nods. "Welcome to the Red Rose. Is there something I can do for you tonight? You seem a little... misplaced, mayhaps?"

#c: constanza #threads: constanza 001 #threads: event #reply #threads #these two women are two beautiful to exist ok???

[adeliddell]

Adeline hadn't seen her cousin in a while.

At one point she'd seen Lilli more than she had most anyone, working together with her at the gallery, and though she knew it was tense between her cousins (her loyalty had to mostly side with Theo, after all) she didn't let that reflect upon her relationships.

And yet she hadn't seen Lilliana in so long it felt almost out of place to see her in the new coffee shop — especially chatting up a stranger, how odd, she'd been so strained the last time they'd spoken — and she hesitate a moment upon seeing her.

It was like running into an ex, only this kind of ex you can't let go of because you truly love them and they're your blood, for better or worse (try telling Theo OR Lilli that, though, and they'd probably strangle you.) But still she reached up to touch her hair, making sure she looked... well, at least decent.

Kismet was weird sometimes. She didn't usually come here and, in fact, would eschew coffee or tea in favor of heading to Evie's bakery for a morning treat, but she had meetings this morning and the night before had been enough to require caffeine, so there she stood a few paces back in the line and trying to figure out how to approach her cousin.

This is so ridiculous, she's acting like she did something wrong, "Lillibean, is that you?"

Sure, drop the affectionate nickname, that will cover up how weird you were just standing there and watching her talk to this person, not at all odd.

TIME&PLACE: 12:00p, 5 O’Clock Somewhere. WHO: Anyone!

Lots of things had changed since she’d last been in London but one thing had not. Lilliana Byrne-Liddell made friends wherever she went.

Today, she was in a coffee shop, the fourth person in line, but that was perfectly fine for the little blonde. She was quite the coffee shop aficionado, tasted nearly every cappuccino and blueberry scone this damn city had to offer, Lilliana had yet to test this place out. Possibly, most likely, because it was new, opening sometime while she was off enjoying the Spanish sunshine or sometime during the months she spent in out and of Barcelona hospitals soon after Daphne’s accident. Or sometime in between. Since her return to London, Lilli had been eyeing the place. She’d been home for a month now and only got the chance today, to stop by. 

A month. An entire month she’d been back in London and there she stood. Living and breathing. Things were starting to feel safe. Things were starting to, dare she say, feel normal?

So normal, that she felt the need to go finally try out this spot. So normal, she felt like her friendly, lovely self was coming back to the surface. The version of herself who struck up conversations with strangers for the hell of it. 

“Do you know what you are going to order?” Lilliana asked, turning to the person beside her. “Truthfully, this is my first go here, I don’t know what’s good.” She flashed them a smile. “Can’t go wrong with a cappuccino, I suppose.”

Oh, how Lilliana  had missed herself. 

#c: lilliana #threads: lilliana 001 #reply #threads #r: we could be related #(get it) #slgnowd EXCUSE ME BUTTING IN HERE AS A SIDE PARTY SINCE SHE'D DEF KNOW WHO ADELINE IS #so the original prompt didn't work but I made it work #what up

[adeliddell]

There was a shift of Adeline's posture, at once much more comfortable in her stance and placing one hand on the opposing elbow as she crossed her arms over her torso, "You know what? I would likely have to think about it. I don't really keep track of my social crimes, so to speak, it's more likely for someone to have a book of grudges against me."

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, obviously teasing, but there was still a hint of truth to that. She didn't get enemies just because she rejected men outright for dates. Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to get an omelette and if you're really hungry you have to break a ton more than that...

"Let's see, I could have... hum." A hand raises, tapping the corner of her mouth, "I could have stolen your parking spot at the shoppes... I could have taken the last croissant at the bakery. Oh! I know!" She grins, "I could have very easily gotten in your way and nearly knocked you into the street on accident?"

Ah, a sense of humor on this one.

"Why not? Just because you were hidden away, as you put it, doesn't mean you cannot own up to everything else." June argued back. She didn't know what it was like, and couldn't even bring herself to imagine that- while she had a fairly okay life, June liked to think that she was just thrown out there to deal with the world- but in a way, it was comforting to hear something like that. Who knew that she'd run into a life lesson while wandering around London? "People avoid you? I've no idea why. Their loss." She added cheekily, a quick smile appearing on her face. The blonde was definitely someone to be feared, but this was all light fun, surely.

"No, no! I might not be the brightest one in the room, but I'm not that stupid." She shrugged off the accusation, the smile remaining on June's face. Maybe she'd come across some entitled prick who was begging for it later on in the day; London was full of surprises and opportunities. "Would there be anything I need to take revenge on, though? Now you've got me interested."

#c: june #threads: june 001 #threads #reply #just naming off random nonsense

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[adeliddell]

Adeline could appreciate art in all its forms, perhaps a gift that she took for granted sometimes? But she used it as much to her advantage as she could. Anything to help the family and, more importantly, Theo.

Her head tipped slowly to the side, spilling blonde hair over her shoulder in a cascade that seemed almost reminiscent of what one would want in a shoot; she oozed the poise and charm of a model, but perhaps not the figure that most had wanted when she was younger. She had, unfortunately, never truly modeled in her life but being a woman of means with the Liddell name meant she'd been in her fair share of Page 6 reports and had notoriety, if not fame.

Not sure what the other's gaze meant, she decided not to press it, her face impassive in that moment as to give nothing away and offering only a smile in response to her declaration of wanting it delivered and put up, "We have people for that, yes. Most of our clients prefer to not dirty their hands with menial tasks. Though sometimes, when it's a slow day and I have no one on call, I'll be the one putting them up."

She wasn't strong, no, but she wasn't weak either; art was her forte and no one could find a place for a piece in your home like Adeline Liddell. Not only would the position be perfect, but the angle, the lighting, the way the sun hits it in the mornings and shades it in the evenings.

"You didn't care about that, though. Sorry, sometimes I just..." A shake of her head, mildly self-admonishing but mostly for show. She wasn't apologizing for who she was but more so the girl wouldn't go on another tirade; she knew what money did to people and she knew the type. Though it wasn't as if she hated the type, she just wasn't sure she was up to the headache of dealing with it, "When would you like it delivered?"

All this was asked before the woman turned to shift the tape behind the piece, folding it over so no one would try to sell it and making a mental note to fill in the books, acquisition logs, and delivery papers.

Zadie didn’t dislike art per say, she just wasn’t going to spend her life waxing lyrical about the perfection of it because…well in this form she didn’t see it like that. Fashion? Yes, fashion could be truly beautiful in its construction - a work of art in itself, but paintings? Nah she could take it or leave it. Thankfully her considerable wealth allowed her to take it which added a significant amount of culture to her apartment that otherwise might be more like a well furnished university flat. 

Glancing over at the older woman once she’d asked her the question she smirked, eyebrows lifting a fraction, amused by the response. That she might not be able to buy what she wanted wasn’t a huge issue for her since she wasn’t going to be wedded to anything anyway given her feelings towards the medium, but it was fun to see where her purse would be able to take her. Apparently not to the wall that had been indicated. Good to know. What she didn’t know though was the true behind the scenes channels the money from these purchases flowed through. Would she have cared if she did? No, without a doubt it would have been no skin off her nose, but it did go to show that people who said everything had a price wasn’t wrong, they just clearly needed to be very dedicated in this specific gallery. 

“What an adorably English name - it sounds familiar.” Narrowing her eyes, arms crossing over her chest trying to figure out the woman in front of her. Sure she could take her at face value but what was the fun in that? There was always something behind the mask. Gazing upon the painting of choice she gave a final nod of her head, decisive in her pick. Well it wasn’t like she wanted to be wandering around here all day like it brought her genuine joy. 

“Good, because I like the colours of this one. I assume I can have it delivered?” What? She was hardly going to parade down the London streets carrying it like a round of Tesco shopping - not to mention it was at least half the size of the girl and probably double the weight. If she was splashing the cash she wouldn’t stop at any addition that was needed to get it delivered and hung at her home just so she didn’t have to get her hands dirty. Sometimes Zadie really did become the girl she so fervently didn’t want to be - that spoiled little rich girl with nothing more to her than a swipe of her credit card. Sometimes. Just for convenience. “And someone to put it up as well. I’m not going to be able to do that myself. It'll end up on my god damn fucking head.” She had the upper body strength of a baby bird. 

#c: zadie #threads: zadie 001 #reply #threads

[adeliddell]

Would Adeline be amused at being thought of as a girl at her age? It was endearing and cute from Airi, she would likely suppose. Her smile never faltered, however, and perhaps she was presenting herself far more soft than some people anticipated.

The hesitation at her reach for the camera gave Adeline pause; she had no intention of stealing it and was, for the briefest of moments, a bit offended. It faded and melted away when she realized how messed up the city was and how easy it could be for someone to just try and snatch your things while you're standing unawares, "The Times? Oh wow, I have probably seen some of your work in there. The last time I was in there was a long, long time ago and the photographer was... well, he was fine."

He was amateur and she doubted it was the fault of the paper or its personnel that he'd been assigned to her. It just happened sometimes. Only a little piece about influential women to pad out a slow news day, back when news was a necessity to fill out pages and validate the cost of production. Digitally she might not make the cut, gallery or not... though she and Clara had made a magazine a year or so ago...

"Oh," a laugh parted Adeline's lips as she turned to point up at the sign above the floor to ceiling glass windows that read: black sheep; and, smaller below that, art gallery, "This is my gallery actually. Well, I own it, the art inside is from various artists. We'll be hosting an exhibition soon for new artists; painters, photographers, mixed media, even music."

Adeline loved the arts, what could she say. You find ways to entertain one's self when you're sequestered for a chunk of your formative years.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSHAKING HER HEAD lightly, Airi felt awful. Whosever fault it was, she really hoped that this girl wasn't hurt in any way. "Either way, are you sure that you're okay? I didn't hurt you in any way, did I?" All she could hope was that she didn't wind up jamming the camera into her body somewhere, ultimately bruising her. She'd most definitely done that before and wanted to make sure that she didn't do it again.

Holding on tightly to her camera, as she was incredibly protective of it, she nodded. "I am! I work for The Times at the moment, capturing all of the wonderful events of the city," Airi explained with a bright smile. She adored her job, but she wanted to take more pictures of more exciting moments.

Her eyes widened with happiness. "You own an art gallery?" She practically gasped, trying to contain herself from jumping up and down. "I love art galleries! They're so inspiring and beautiful. I could stare at art for hours. Which gallery?"

Smiling, she grinned, and nodded. "It's wonderful to meet you, Adeline. And don't worry about it, we abruptly accosted each other. I'm Airi, Airi Blackwood."

#c: airi #threads: airi 001 #threads #reply

[adeliddell]

"I spent half of my life hidden away and unseen and I don't think I'm unworthy of such. In fact, they happen whether I want them to or not. It's great to be able to blend in, you know? But know your worth. Own your worth. Sometimes walking into a room like you own it is the best way to assure no one sees you more than you want them to — some people avoid me when I show up, it's strange." Adeline says with a soft smile. She knew why. June knew why. Adeline might not be dangerous, per se, but she knew dangerous people and DID know how to take care of herself... tack that onto her name and her money and, well, dangerous.

A shrug lifts her shoulders and she lets out a little snort of amusement, "True enough. Side sweeping those who deserve it is an art, though. I'm going to assume you wouldn't do that to someone like me. I don't think I've done much to earn your ire." A pause, her tone faux-serious but with a lilt of amusement, "Unless that's exactly why you're here? To make me think it's not what you want but absolutely be here to take revenge on me for something?"

She jokes, but it could be a thing.

"I mean, that's implying that you already don't look sturdy." June insisted with a shrug. The way the woman stood, the way she carried herself would be intimidating enough if June didn't exactly know who she was, but now, it was adding so many layers. Then again, June being June, she knew better than to cower and run away; she liked to think she was smart enough not to do it, however, many considered that a silly trait. "In the best way possible, that is. I'm guessing it comes with the territory, right? Can't be mousey and unsure of herself if you own something like this." She nodded towards the now-locked gallery.

"Many reasons. I don't exactly look like someone worth that, right?" She considered that as a compliment to herself; after all, June's job, at times, was to disappear in the crowds, become unwanted, someone who didn't catch anyone's attention. It was a fine line to navigate without ruining one's self-esteem, and while she had every right to succumb to it, she fought hard against it. If she didn't have confidence, then what did she have? "Or, you know, if I wanna play all tough and badass, and whatever kids here call it, maybe I'm the one side-sweeping others."

#c: june #threads: june 001 #these two are both awkward and good togetehr #it's strange #threads #reply

[adeliddell]

Adeline spent her every day buried among art pieces in her gallery and painting her own art, and yet she still frequented other galleries and museums; creatures of habit are what they are. She also had an inkling of checking out the competition, or visiting friends who could also be competition in some cases.

They were made from the same cloth, and yet Evie often seemed way more like the mother than her own. She was responsible in ways that Adeline could never hope for — the sad truth of it was that she'd been responsible far too young for far too long and so now she found herself using her nights to be as frivolous as possible. Just a little messy, though... still professional, still an adult, still a mom.

Adeline turned to watch her daughter pick out a handbag with a bit of amusement. She'd never raised her to be spoiled but had spoiled her, and the fact that Evie had come out as adjusted as she had was a goddamn miracle. People who knew them both on a personal level would not believe they were related until they got in a room with both of them. It was too easy to not be family with Evie and Adeline.

"Always with the patisseries, you're going to have me gaining Holiday weight all year round... but who cares?" There was amusement on Adeline's lips. She really didn't care. If someone didn't want her with a few extra pounds she didn't want them period, "Even if we do we could probably swing it. I know you hate to swing that weight, but... might as well."

It was one of the only things her parents had left her with that mattered. The money to give to Evie and their name. Adeline made her own money now and didn't need hand-outs, not that they could give them. She sometimes regretted that Evie hadn't really known her grandparents, but then she realized how much worse it would have been if she had; at least this way she had happy memories of childhood and her grandparents loving her enough to make sure she was taken care of... not hiding her away in shame.

"Either way, Maurice is ready so our carriage awaits." A snort. They truly were their own kind of royalty (security detail and all) but they both mocked it more than anything... though Adeline spent more time reaping the benefits than her daughter ever would.

-

Evie had been up for hours, always the early bird ready to catch the worm. After all her days were kept busy by baking all sorts of sweet treats and fulfilling online orders. The kitchen had a near-constant scent of freshly baked goods or tempering chocolate, except today Evie had dedicated a day of strictly no baking in favour of spending quality time with her mother.

As was their ritual on one Saturday of every month and this time it was Evie's choice on where to go. "I think there will be plenty of places to choose from. I thought we could go to Battersea Power Station. There's a place called Kova Patisserie I'd like to check out." Evie said from her room across the hall as she took her time decicing on which handbag would suit her ensemble. You would think that with all the baking and desert crafting that Evie did, she would be bored of looking at it never mind eating it. However, it was also a way to scope out other businesses, see how she could elevate her own, especially since she had recently been thinking about taking her online shop to the streets of London.

"I'll check online and see if we need to make a reservation" Evie finally said after the mini tote bag.

#c: evie #r: moon of my life #mother & daughter: evie & adeline #threads: evie 001 #threads #reply

[adeliddell]

where: theo's office, the red rose casino when: february (date unspecified) noon whom: @dcvth

The love she had for her cousin was immense. He and his sister had checked on her more when she was away than most, and it wasn't like he could do much about what was happening to them (she and Evie) but he'd still made the effort.

It meant that her loyalties had been easy when he'd realized her art gallery could be useful in funneling money. It meant that he didn't even have to ask, she'd offered it up the moment she'd been integrated into the Jabberwocks. It meant that she had eventually earned the rank of Consigliere in his new regime and that their weekly tea dates ended up, sometimes, being far more electrified than usual.

This wasn't a tea date, however. This was Adeline waltzing into his office at the Casino, a file under her arm and a bag across her shoulder, depositing one, then the other, straight onto his desk, "This month had an overflow from purchases. A young woman went full bore on buying art for the sake of it and we ended up with more than enough to funnel back into new pieces to sell, but I figure I'll let you handle the general acquisition papers."

A hand reached out to tap the file, "Also, this is the current list of names of people pushing money into the gallery for your purposes rather than legitimate. Some of them are... perhaps a bit late on their payments? I don't want to condemn anyone but if we hadn't had that boon of influx things might have been a little sideways in overhead."

She wasn't an accountant by any measure — good with money, yes, hence the laundering — but it wasn't actually her job to keep the books. Most of this was information she shared so that he wouldn't be surprised later and that was the very beginning of how they were with one another.

A shift brought her backside to the corner of his desk, leg drawn up slightly as she looked over at him, pursing her lips, "Something feels tense right now, Theo... have you noticed? Like the smell of ozone before the lightning strikes."

#c: theo #threads: theo 001 #r: beloved cousin #threads #we took too loooong to get these together and that is probably my fault slgnlds

[adeliddell]

where: their home in london when: mid-afternoon, saturday in february whom: @sweetliddell

When asked what her life's greatest accomplishment was... Adeline never said Evie. Not for the reasons you might think, but because everything Evie got she got on her own. Whatever Adeline paid for was drawn from the money afforded by her parents for Evie's needs in specific (she had her own which was now multiplying). Evie's schooling broad was of her own merit, her achievements were her own, and the only thing Adeline could claim in Evie's success was that she was her daughter and she'd raised her, but that didn't mean anything.

If you ask who the most important person is to Adeline she WOULD say Evie, even if she were seeing someone and in love with them they would come second to her daughter as they rightfully should; this works because Evie was never one to over-extend or be in any way destructive towards what goes on in Adeline's life. There was a mutual respect and love there.

This also meant that they spent a lot of time together, even now that Evie was well into adulthood, and the seventeen year age difference meant that things weren't quite as awkward as they COULD be when the two were out: shopping, partying (as little as Evie did), and otherwise.

It meant that, as they did on at least one Saturday of every month, Evie and Adeline had a date to go shopping and it was Evie's month to pick where they'd go. It made things fair so that when Adeline's moods shifted she didn't drag Evie to some random shop that had no appeal to her and, also, it gave her some insight into Evie's own moods in that moment. Her daughter was far more responsible than she could ever see herself as having been, no matter how young she had been when she was when she was fully taking care of her infant daughter... Evie hadn't HAD an infant daughter, for one thing.

Regardless, it didn't mean Evie didn't get herself into trouble, or that she wasn't like her mother at all. No, they both had questionable taste in men and a penchant for getting themselves into trouble even when they weren't doing anything wrong... but luckily they were Liddell's and, of course, had money.

"Vie? Babes? If you want to get something to nibble before we actually get shopping we're gonna have to book, traffic at this time on a Saturday is going to be hell and I don't think Maurice is in the best of moods." Their driver was never in a bad mood around them, they were fairly good 'bosses' all things considered.

Adeline was leaned in front of a silver framed mirror set above a mahogany sideboard with a trinket tray as its only decoration, putting on earrings and checking her hair and makeup. She was ready to go in the esoteric sense, at least.

#c: evie #r: moon of my life #mother & daughter: evie & adeline #threads: evie 001 #look at me finally getting the mother and daughter together whoop

[adeliddell]

There wasn't a place Adeline could go that night that didn't make her want to scream. She'd had three art deals fall through, always a frustrating thing, and she hadn't had a chance to breathe since then. Clubs were too crowded, home was fine but very lonely right now with Evie off doing what she was doing, and she couldn't even fathom the idea of eating alone in a restaurant.

Pubs, though. Pubs were cozy, even the run-down, hole-in-the-wall types that she'd come to in her mid-twenties when she'd finally been unleashed. She might have gone a lot overboard then, but she goes less so now (it still happens, though, she's not a SAINT after all).

BUT, there was the way she commanded a room when she walked in that even a pub felt like a whole new experience. It didn't matter how few people there were or had been, she had managed to get some people dancing to music that didn't even warrant it and worked up a sweat. She was, as she is wont to do, dressed far too fancily for a place that dingy... but hey, Adeline likes what she likes.

It meant that when she finally disentangled herself from her new 'friends' and made her way to the bar to request not only water but a gin and tonic, she was forced to give into the want to sit down. Her hands pulled back the stool and she settled, only realizing someone was there after Boone had spoken up, her head spinning with the flurry of getting her mind off of today's failures.

"Oh, hey. I really had not intended to TAKE it if you were using it or saving it for someone, Boone, but I'm really bloody tired and I need a rest if that's okay?" He was generally nice to her, she found, but perhaps that was because he sometimes was making eyes at her daughter. He seemed fond of Evie... and her... but you never could tell.

WHEN&WHERE: 11:11pm, Some dive bar -ish pub that’s not One Man’s Trash because Boone doesn’t want to get jumped.  WHO: Open to all!

He was in a pub, sipping on a brewski, scrolling through his phone becoming a victim to the void.  This was how Boone Hannigan unwound after a day of hard work.

After a job was completed, the man often found himself too full of adrenaline just to go home. He needed something to take the edge off, a beer usually did the trick. If one didn’t then he tried a second. Then a third. Fourth. Fifth. So on and so forth. Sometimes, when he found himself in an establishment like this one, he’d be chatty. Despite the neck tattoo, Boone could be a friendly guy and strike up a conversation with anyone who’d bite. Sometimes, it was an old barfly, they’d shoot the shit and Boone would wonder if he was getting a glimpse into his future. Other times, it would be a pretty, little thing and Boone would wonder something similar. 

However, tonight was not one of those nights.

Boone was not looking to make friends of any kind. All he wanted was to sit at the bar, drink his beers, like a couple thirst traps on Instagram, chain smoke half a pack and then go the fuck home.

Just as easy as Boone could make a friend, he could make an enemy. When the empty seat beside him was claimed with eager hands, when the stool squeaked as it was being dragged away, Boone’s head shifted towards them. He barely looked at the fellow patron, in fact, he didn’t at all. His eyes were still glued to his phone, his fingers double tapping the screen, and a heart appeared  in between a pair of tits. 

Even so, Boone couldn’t help but be an asshole. 

“Yo,” he began, “You’re not gonna ask if its taken?”

#c: boone #threads: boone 001 #threads #reply #r: it's complicated #hope it's okay and make it as messy or whatever as you want ♥ #ilu

[adeliddell]

"I'm sturdier than I look, I promise." Adeline said, standing at her full height again — shoulders back, poised, one foot slightly in front of the other, all taught behaviors when you were representing the Liddells — and brushing her hair back over her shoulder.

She felt as if there was something off about June. Not necessarily WRONG but slightly off-center. A sort of coloring outside of the lines to create a new picture scenario. She had no idea how to even broach it, but she knew that if she just walked off like a bitch she'd think about it for the rest of the night and it'd annoy her.

So instead, "Why do you think people wouldn't side-sweep you? Have you not met the caliber of people that exist right now?"

She wondered idly if June had low self-esteem, which brought her mind immediately to Evie... though Evie's moral compass always pushed further north than her mother or, by her own admission, June's. She pondered asking what the girl was listening to but didn't want to derail... she wanted to know WHY she didn't think she could get hurt in that manner.

“That’s the spirit! I’ll stick to that whenever I want to do... something.” Implication was there, coming out of June’s mouth before the brunette could even help herself. It was a given, that she wasn’t the most morally righteous person, so even as the woman bent down to pick up her keys, she stood still. And not just because the fear of leaning down and somehow bumping into her again was very much so present.

“Fair point. Although, that’s really sweet of you to assume anyone would be willing to side-sweep me.” A grin was quickly back on June’s face, even as she faced the woman so high up the hierarchy. She should’ve stepped back, maybe made a curtsy or so, but instead, she remained at a polite distance. Surely, that was decent enough? June was never good with pleasantries. “That’s a fun way of doing it, though. Almost like having music blasting on your phone, just a little less douchey. You definitely okay though, right? No harm done?”

#c: june #threads: june 001 #this took me forever and now i'm apologizing for the shortness aaaaaa #threads #reply #ilu

[adeliddell]

Adeline believed in the soul of art, but understood that not everyone felt that way. It was the enjoyment of art that appealed to the older woman, however, not the nuance and snobbery that some people attached. A young woman like Zadie not finding meaning in blue splotches didn't offend her and it was refreshing to know that she refused to pretend as if she did. Art was to be enjoyed in whatever medium or interpretation the viewer chose, regardless of its intended purpose; it's the price of public consumption.

As Zadie posed her question — to Adeline she saw it as it was, a power grab or push to test limits which was so familiar to Adeline it seemed almost second nature — Adeline lifted her shoulders into a shrug, "I believe it would set a bad precedent to just let you walk out the door with it without even allowing a counter-offer from the original purchaser."

To protect their investments, Adeline could do whatever. It was true, honestly, that Zadie's money would flow right back in the same way as any other and, in fact, Adeline could shift the Jabberwocks money to another piece and funnel it in that way, but... she was still running a business that needed to seem somewhat legitimate and take its customers seriously.

"Adeline Liddell." Adeline offered as she moved with Zadie, almost as if floating, at home within the art gallery as much as most people would be in their element — as Zadie would be on a runway — pausing in front of the abstract flower in question and tipping her head to the side, "It's one of my favorites of recent history as well... the shapes are the point, Zadie. Art doesn't have to be a complex meaning. Sometimes I enjoy a piece just because the color appeals to me, or because it has a triangle in a strange place."

It was true. Art and its worth were subjective as much as the interpretation. An artist would set the price but it didn't necessarily mean it would be worth that to everyone. Adeline shifted the piece slightly to reveal the small marker with the price suggested by the artist behind it, giving a shrug, "It is somewhat budget friendly but I get that money is no object to you and really you need to choose the one you like not the one that'll cost the most or least, no?"

“Okay cool, well that’s music to my fucking ears I’ll tell you that because if I wanted a blue canvas or some shit I have the level of skills needed to make that myself.”A lazy shrug of her shoulders, it wasn’t being said with any kind of self congratulatory tone because Zadie wasn’t implying she could do anything spectacular. No, the girl was terrible at art, unless you counted using her body as it. Well a canvas for it, other people hung their art on her, but she knew how to use a paintbrush enough to turn a canvas one solid colour. A toddler could do that.

Then a thought came to her, just because she wanted to see how much power she held, money was power after all right? ”And the ones already for auction, what if I was to pay well above what they would fetch? Just hypothetically.” Daddy dearest wouldn’t like that display of entitlement. Oh well, he was disappointed in her already, nothing in twenty six years had changed that so this was hardly going to be the moment.

Walking in past the woman when she had the door opened to her, she kept her arms folded across her chest as she allowed the heating of the store to warm her from the bitter London air. Even for the end of February it felt like a hyper frigid day but that probably wasn’t helped by the high winds whipping the capitol the last twenty four hours. Her attention was attracted to a painting that seemed to be a twisted version of a anthurium flower in the way the strokes of the brush arched across the piece - reminding her of of a dress she’d worn in a photoshoot not long ago where her top had been just that. Made up of the alien like flower. The neon aspect of the colours appealed to her as well, making it almost a pop culture reference. It was pretty cool.

“This one, it’s interesting. Bright. I wish I was joking when I said a lot of the time I’m just attracted to big shapes and shit - like a god damn baby. That one looks like a dress I wore in a shoot though. Which is kinda a vibe.” It occurred to her she hadn't even bothered telling  this woman her name. OOps. "Shit, i'm Zadie by the way."

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[adeliddell]

So young and petite and somehow still almost bowling over Adeline, but the older woman seemed unbothered by the near-collision and instead smiled warmly at Airi, "Hey, no. It's likely very much my fault as well because I am almost always somewhere else in my mind."

A cursory glance ran across Airi's entirety, pausing mostly on the camera as a delicate brow lifted, "You're a photographer?"

A weird way to start a conversation with someone you almost tumbled to the sidewalk with, but Adeline loved art — any art — so music, photography, dance, anything that was artistic expression caused a swell in her chest and happiness to bloom across her face.

It doesn't matter how many criminal ventures you're a part of, you can still be decent for the most part, "I only ask because I own an art gallery, sorry, I realize that probably seemed entirely out of left field. I'm not a nutter, promise."

The smile was still there and Adeline finished locking up the shop, dropping the keys into the pocket of her coat and folding her arms in across her torso to face Airi properly, "Adeline Liddell, if you want to add a name to the face that abruptly accosted you."

☆ﾟ*·ﾟON OCCASION, AIRI had the opportunity to spend her entire day outside taking photographs of what might be deemed news. She was told to find high society looking people, anything sketchy, or follow around cops for something she probably shouldn't be photographing. But she also tended to get away with more than she should, just by simply using her charm. Now, that didn't always work, and a lot of the time, she got in trouble after the fact. But in the moment, it was always rather fun.

Skipping through the streets, it was a rather pretty day, and Airi wasn't paying attention at all. She was not only doing her job today, but just taking pictures of things she liked. In her office, there was actually a wall of her favorite photos, a lot of them super random. Think Lilo's wall in Lilo and Stitch. It was one of her favorite things about being a photographer. There was probably about an hour left in her day, and after that, she could simply go home and look through her photographs. Or, if she really wanted to, she could stay out longer. It was all up to her!

Because she got distracted easily, Airi was very likely to run into people. Holding up her camera, she went to capture what seemed like a fight between a cop and a citizen. She wasn't entirely sure. However, she didn't have a second to analyze it as she almost bumped into someone! Squealing softly, Airi put her hands over her face, dropping her camera, which was naturally saved by being around her neck. "Oh gosh no, it's probably my fault. I shouldn't stop in the middle of the street to take a picture. Are you okay?"

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