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[doctorhawthorne]

samuel brennan​:

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Sam hadn’t noticed right away who was at the pump next to him, for he was so engrossed in reading the latest news article about the dead body that had been found. If he were being honest, he would have to admit that he was becoming increasingly worried with each passing day that the cops didn’t even have a suspect for the killing. It wasn’t until said pump-neighbor spoke that Sam was snapped out of his concentration. Glancing over and seeing none other than Adele Hawthorne, a smile came to his lips immediately. Only to be quickly replaced with a frown when he realized what had happened to her. “Oh dear, well…” he walked over to her, bending down a bit so that he could catch a whiff of her shoes. He winced as he stood back up, “I think you’re gunna need a change of shoes. Although, if you were looking to help your patients pass out a little, this might just do the trick.” Offering her a sympathetic smile, he shook his head. “It’s just one of those days, huh?” 

x

Adele recognized the voice beside her and felt a modicum of comfort... at least, until she saw how quickly her colleague’s expression changed, and it dawned on her that, well, this was as bad as it looked. Or smelled, she supposed. With a groan equal parts defeat and frustration, the brunette allowed her head to fall back as she released the sound. She simply did not need this today. Then again, was there ever a good day to be... flammable? She could hear her brother’s voice at the back of her mind, probably laughing as he said it. It was weird, how much of him she heard and saw, now that their relationship was getting to a better place. “Honestly, Sam, it’s been one of those years. Can we just throw this whole one away and start over? I’m struggling, here.” Adele managed a laugh just then, though the sound was hollow in her own ears. She was just a little too truthful, a little too early in the morning. 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; samuel brennan #actually adele this is a big mood

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— OPEN STARTER, outside GAS N GO, early morning.

@mysticstarter​

Adele wanted to be the kind of person who didn’t keep driving past the gas station, with the tank nearly on ‘e,’ as she headed home in the evenings, promising herself to get gas in the morning. But, well, she was. The promise of catching up on the current season of The Bachelor, curling up in comfortable pajamas, and probably having a little bit too much ice cream, was all too alluring to even consider stopping on the way home. 

And now, thanks to a malfunctioning gas pump, all the brunette could think about was turning around and going right back home. Her shoes were completely soaked in gasoline that had splashed from the unlocked nozzle, when she’d tried to replace it back in the machine. 

Staring wide-eyed at the stranger at the pump beside hers, Adele issued a curt query. “Be honest... do you think I should go home and change my shoes, or can I get away with these for  a... 12 hour shift?”

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ; open starter #this is totally random but i tried to make it as open as possible so anyone could respond!

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yasmin solak​:

« ☽ starter for @mysticstarter​ »

STATUS: open LOCATION: the hideout DATE/TIME: saturday afternoon

          “Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got FINE written all over you.” Unable to help herself, Yasmin almost spat out her drink, trying her best not to break out into a fit of laughter. What the..? She’d spent the last few minutes watching this guy try and pick up a girl at the bar, in broad daylight.. entirely cocky, and with a kind of confidence she honestly, well and truly wish she had deep down. Still, the latest pick up line was beyond her. “—If that isn’t the most ridiculous line I’ve ever heard.”

                    It was at least somewhat unusual for Adele to be free on a Saturday afternoon, but it had been strangely quiet around Lakeview, so she’d taken the opportunity to cut out early — apparently, her reward was witnessing a stranger’s gross attempt at picking up a girl way out of his league, while she sipped her afternoon latte. If anything, though, the former debutante admired dude’s confidence. She knew better than anyone that really feeling it was half the battle. The brunette hadn’t even realized anyone else was watching the spectacle unfolding in this very public arena until she heard the other woman commenting, with a hint of laughter in her tone. “Oh, so, you saw that, too? How do you feel about his odds?”

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; yasmin solak #i've been dying to get this up actually #idk i feel like the dynamic between these two is everything i need rn #also let's pretend she's not drinking champagne / wine in the gif #lskhlshdf

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emir turel​:

Emir was so used to putting up a front and to ensure that other people liked him, that it was far too easy to end up not even knowing who he really was. A part of him sometimes wondered who he really was underneath all these rehearsed answers and fake smiles that he’d trained himself to offer at most people that he met. Regardless of that though, Emir felt like everything about him and Holly was real when it happened and it remained that way for him. His feelings for her, at least, were real. Despite knowing that they weren’t reciprocated. He didn’t want to play games with her siblings, he didn’t want to play games when it came to her, period. But it was hard to ignore his instincts to always want to impress. He actually smiled softly at her words, knowing that she meant well by them. He didn’t know her all that well, if at all, and honestly a part of him was a little surprised that she knew about his relationship with her sister. It was complicated, so he didn’t know that she’d been sharing it with her family or the closest to her. “I have. I ran into her earlier.” He hesitated for a moment before he took a deep breath. “I don’t think we will see more of each other anymore though. It’s very clear that she’s moved on and so have I. So you don’t have to worry or anything. I think I chased her around enough back in Houston. It didn’t work out, but you know us, we can’t be civil about it either.”

-

As a middle sibling, Adele spent a lot of time just watching others. Mostly her brother, to learn what to do, what not to do. And then, her sister, to see what the youngest of their clan could get away with that Adele never could. But then, it just became a hobby. Or, maybe a skill. Watching people, gauging their reactions, had served her well in her career. Now, how’s your pain level, on a scale of 1-10? And then studying the slightest tremor, to reveal that ‘3′ answer was truthfully more like a ‘5.’ So, Adele was able to study Emir, and how long he thought over her well-intended question. The gears in his head were turning, as if he was considering how best to churn out the answer she wanted to hear. But, as, well, everyone, had said, Adele was impossible to please. There was never a right answer; only the bemusement of it all. 

At first, her only response was a small hum, but then she couldn’t resist, eyes rolling even in the slightest. “Civil? Perhaps you were dating someone else. My sister is many things, but... Civil remains to be seen.” 

Maybe Adele’s words could be considered biting, but they were true. Or, at least, they were true of her experience with her youngest sibling. Then again, what did she know? She was only ever concerned with herself, or so she’d been told. 

“Though, I wasn’t worried. Civil or not, Holly can hold her own,” she finally said.

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; emir turel

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travis & holly:

Truthfully, while Holly had asked the question out of genuine curiosity, she hadn’t really expected her sister to answer with anything other than a dismissive comment about how perfect everything. She was a bit taken aback to hear Adele’s genuine answer and it took her a second to recover from her surprise. “I can’t say that I blame him.” Holly replied with a chuckle. “Mystic’s not exactly the most exciting place to live… especially, I’d imagine for a teenager.” She let out an over dramatic sigh. “If I’m struggling finding ways to entertain myself, I can only imagine how tough it must be for Parker.” She would have to meet Parker soon. Holly liked him already and was excited to get to play the role of the cool aunt… that is, if Adele allowed her to. 

Chewing on her lip a bit, she considered how unsure Adele sounded towards the end of her answer. The youngest Hawthorne couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever heard Adele sounding unsure of herself. Maybe this was a chance for a bit of an olive branch. “I can imagine your living situations have been an adjustment for both of you, as well.” she added after a moment, glancing between her brother and sister furtively. Mystic was an adjustment in and of itself, but Holly wasn’t a parent on top of that. 

@travishawthorne

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        Travis couldn’t help but sit back and watch as his siblings interacted. It was interesting to note even a hint of vulnerability in Adele’s answer, and Holly’s response made it clear that she had picked up on that much as well. Despite their differences, the two of them would always be there for one another if it came down to the wire and the thought alone was enough to bring Travis some peace of mind. 

        “It’s funny, out of all three of us, I feel like I’m enjoying my time here the most. It’s certainly different than the way things were back in Texas, but don’t you guys find comfort in that? In some strange way.” The man knew that his situation was far different from either one of his sisters, but they had both endured their own challenges. Especially when it came to their parents. 

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Adele glanced at her brother with narrowed eyes and the mildest hint of annoyance; of course, it was so very like him to ‘silver lining’ the whole thing. But, then again, what else was there to do, if not just... suffer? To pout or even express discomfort wasn’t a luxury their mother afforded to Adele, so she could only imagine the pressure put on Travis; and then with the ending of his marriage. She imagined her brother had often had to find silver linings just to cope with the reality of it all. The middle Hawthorne sibling instantly regretted and repented for her momentary irritation, even to herself in her head.

“I guess,” Adele admitted, quietly at first, then continued. “I guess you’re right, and I hadn’t even really thought about it like that. That.. That there could be a bright side to all this, I guess.”  

For a moment there, when she finished speaking, Adele almost found herself smiling. Almost. 

@travishawthorne​ & @hollyhawthornc​

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; travis hawthorne #—— ft ; holly hawthorne #tagging u both so we can all stay in the loop ok <3

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johanna malcom​:

Johanna’s smile all but doubled at Adele’s announcement. The thought she’d put into it something that struck the other woman as being familiar—welcomed, though for once unwarranted for there wasn’t much Johanna wouldn’t eat if given. However, if she had the choice…“He really is—and thank you again,” she all but gushed reaching for the vegetarian option. Making herself comfortable as she waited for the other brunette to do the same. A small string of laughter tumbling happily from her lips as she went on, “Well I’ll consider myself very lucky then,” she teased. Had Johanna been the judgmental type, she would have thought that the other seemed like the sort to avoid crates—or at the very least prefer a proper chair. For she carried a sort of grace about her—of propriety in a way. It was a feeling that reminded the brunette of her mother—and her grandmother before her. Both knowing how to act—the difference between right and wrong.

All heart.

Yes, Johanna couldn’t help but also see a softness, or so she assumed—hoped it to be. Hidden beneath the sarcasm and all that wit.

Taking a bite, she couldn’t help the quiet sigh that lowered her shoulders. Her person completely relaxing into that moment as they happily dug into their spoils. “Our mothers should go bowling sometime,” she laughed again, the affection in those words removing any sense of bitterness that could have lingered. Her mother was nosey but she loved her dearly for it. “How long have you been in town?” she thought to ask then, believing it to be a safe point to start from.

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It was easy to see that Jo responded well to Adele’s quip, which caused the brunette to chuckle. Perhaps she’d been wrong to so instantly prejudge the woman. She was, at least, amusing, after all. And so... different. Adele felt like that was all she could really think of the woman so far. Her difference, and the capricious air it took on. 

At the mention of their mothers bowling together, Adele had to laugh. Loudly. Passersby were giving her dirty looks right around the time she tried to inhale to laugh some more, but the sound came out sounding more like a squeak or a snort than a breath or a laugh. If either of her siblings had heard, she’d thought, they’d never let her live it down. But, for a moment, who the hell cared? 

“Oh god,” she finally managed once she’d gasped in a breath, “I’m sorry but the thought of my mother coming here just... Phew. The Good Catherine Hawthorne wouldn’t be caught anywhere near a town this small, truly. She gives new meaning to the word snob.” With a moment to inhale another breath, Adele was able to respond to the other questions. “Oh, a few months now. I’ve only just started making social appearances, as they’re called, now that I’m settled in. Are you from around here?” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; johanna malcom

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emir turel​:

Emir was very self-centered, therefore tended not to pay too much attention to his surroundings unless they involved something that bothered him. Of course, he knew who Holly’s siblings were because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he cared about Holly. Honestly, he cared about her more than he cared about what anyone else thought. He knew Adele, of course, but her profession wasn’t really something that he had ever cared for until now that they were sort of talking about it. He definitely noticed that his story seemed to bring a small smile to her lips, which was exactly what he was aiming for. It was always good to have important people on your team, after all. “Really? I don’t know, I normally get really odd looks for it. I just think it’s beautiful when you take what they give you and do more, you know?” He shrugged, trying to act as humble as he could. “Mystic? Well, I know three more people than I thought I would initially know, so that’s good. And to be honest, it’s very quiet and…picturesque, so it has a lot of potential.” He offered her an easy smile.

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The brunette scanned the man’s features while he spoke, and was overtaken by a lingering... question mark. She’d never really spoken to him for this long before now, unless small talk was counted. Adele concluded, rather immediately, that it wasn’t that she disliked him, really. It was just... she wasn’t so sure he wanted her to like him either. There was an act of mild-deception happening, she realized. It was the same act she’d done herself, for so long. That mask-wearing, though. It had a way of catching up with you. That said, she did believe that he was being genuine. About the desire to take what was given and make something new. “I think you are capable of far more than even you realize, Emir. I think we all are.” She chuckled a bit then, head tilting ever so slightly to one side. “Potential is a good word to describe this place.” But then, Adele realized they were veering into smalltalk territory, and she wanted to perhaps get more to the point. Or, at least, her point. “So, have you seen my sister? You know, since being here?” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; emir turel

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johanna malcom​:

For a moment, Johanna would watch Adele as she set out to find them something to eat. A part of her wondering what it was the other had been thinking. Those honey hues of hers having picked up on something in the other’s face—her person—something that she couldn’t quiet put her finger on, but present all the same. It nagged at Johanna’s caring heart, that feeling, though such fretting wouldn’t be allowed to take root as she turned her attention back to her stand. Hands busied with reorganizing papers. With greeting passers by.

Time Skip.

“My hero!” she had all but gushed at Adele’s return, body swaying in a not so subtle happy dance—claiming her plate with a quiet growl from her gut. “I pulled out some makeshift seating if you’d like,” she offered then, gesturing too the crates and boxes piled to one side of that table. Frame lowered into the more precarious of the two options. An excellent perch if she said so herself, “Next year I’ll have to be sure to bring actual stools…” she teased herself with a shake of her head, a sense of play that was replaced by a sigh of relief as she took a much needed bite.

“So—” Johanna started after she’d swallow, looking to Adele with that same happy grin, “Where do we begin? Twenty questions and the firing squad, or should we be more subtle?” That former sense of play reclaimed her then. A feeling that mingled easily with the curiosity she carried for the other—and the genuine wish to get too know her. 

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Perhaps it was that grossly contagious small-town feeling. That desire to be liked by everyone within a small radius because, really, there weren’t many people around to interact with in the first place. If one person disliked you around here, so did their brother, sister, ex-girlfriend, mom, aunt, uncle, and any other relative in or out of town. It was as amusing as it wa exhausting. Deep down, however, Jo seemed so completely and utterly different from everyone else she’d been friends with that Adele thought it might be good for her to befriend the other woman. To see another way of living life. An authentic way. 

a short while later...

Adele returned with burgers, hot dogs, little bags of chips, small water bottles, and napkins. Lots of napkins. 

“One of these is a veggie burger in case you’re a vegetarian, I forget to ask that before I left. My brother is nothing if not thoughtful. He has tons of options over there, in case none of this is satisfactory.” The brunette was chuckling, by the time she finally stopped speaking, a hint of a grin resting on her features. She handed her offerings to the other with a smile, allowing her the first pick, before taking a seat on one of the assembled crates at her side. “I know, you really will. I don’t sit on crates for just anyone, y’know?” 

As she began to dig in herself, the doctor couldn’t help but be cliché, gaze longingly out at the ocean and hope for... something. It was right around then that the other spoke, and the spell was broken. 

“So, indeed. I’m used to that, actually. My mother is a one woman firing squad, after all.” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; johanna malcom

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travis & holly hawthorne​:

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Holly quickly snuck another sip, before lowering her glass. As much as she hated being tricked into dinner with both of her siblings, a stunt right out of her own playbook, Holly could see tonight for what it was. Travis was truly attempting to push them in the direction of starting over, in a way. They had moved into a new town, without their parents hovering over them, instigating a lot of the drama and tension that caused problems in the past, and this was a chance for the three Hawthorne siblings to determine for themselves what their new lives would look like in regards to each other. She knew, deep down, that the least she could do for her brother, was to try and make an effort where Adele was concerned. 

The problem was, she didn’t really know how to try. It had been so long since she’d had a civil evening with her sister, she wasn’t even sure where to begin. She glanced back and forth between her siblings, but when it became apparent that they were both very much engaged with tasting their wine, she decided it was up to her to try to break the silence. “So, Adele, how is Parker liking Mystic?” 

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     If given the choice, Travis knew for a fact that his siblings would have chosen to be elsewhere. Not because they didn’t love each other deep down, but because this kind of bonding had never been present within their household. In fact, aside from social events and Christmas dinners, Travis couldn’t remember the last time they had this much time talking without the presence of their parents around.

    Taking a sip from his glass of wine, the brunette’s eyes fell upon his youngest sister as she spoke. The topic of Parker had always been a bit of a sensitive one and despite the fact that Adele and her son were finally working towards building a relationship, he knew that this conversation would go one of two ways. “That’s right. I still haven’t seen the kid since I moved here. I imagine it’s a rather big adjustment for him. How has it been living together?”

@doctorhawthorne​

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Adele wanted to put on a front for her siblings that there was no cause for concern, and everything was okay. But the truth was, she’d done nothing but fight with the son she was estranged from until recently, and the stress of, well, everything was severely limiting her capacity to handle it all. God, she’d had a meltdown outside of an ice cream shoppe, for god’s sake, not long ago. The middle Hawthorne found herself in a predicament that only she knew how to navigate into and out of. If she admitted that, perhaps, she was struggling with attempting to be a mother to her already adult child, it would be a sign of weakness — like an animal, rolling over and showing their belly. But, what if the vulnerability manifested itself as an olive branch? A chance to bridge a gap it felt like only she longed to close, at times? 

“Um,” she admitted slowly, “he’s not liking Mystic very much, if I’m being honest.” He’s not liking me very much, she thought. “It’s been... it’s been interesting, that’s for sure. I don’t know,” the brunette finally concluded, even the volume of her words trailing off with the end of her sentence.

@hollyhawthornc​

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; travis hawthorne #—— ft ; holly hawthorne

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johanna malcom​:

“Small world,” she commented as that grin of hers would nearly double. The mention of accents warming her heart, for Johanna had always loved her father’s voice. That tone of his and the way he could make anything sound like some fabled story. Like something important or that could stand the testament of time. She had multiple memories of waiting for him to come home at night—staying up long past curfew in hopes that he would read her something. Memories of a man dearly in love with his wife—one that would dance and sing to her, on lazy Sunday afternoons in the kitchen. “I would have never guessed,” it was true, Johanna wouldn’t have been able to tell you where the other came from simply by her voice. Though such a train of thought was lost as Adele would continue, “I couldn’t agree more—or at least, it’s definitely true for me. Change and I don’t tend to stick.” The jest was well meaning, not quiet self-deprecating, for although true Johanna had rarely attempted to change her personality. To alter anything about her person—at least not since a young age. A giggle would tumble freely from her lips, at the other’s laugh, head giving an enthusiastic nod to the suggestion. “Dutch it is—I’m fairly easy, so grab what ever you think is best,” she added handing the brunette a few bills from her fanny pack. “Same goes for condiments and things—except for relish. I can’t stand the stuff.” 

-

Small world, indeed. Too small, sometimes. Adele found herself almost proud that the other wouldn’t have a single inkling as to where she was from; the more separation from her parents, the brand, the better. Individualisation was a pipe dream, but it was one she kept chasing. 

Being a middle sibling meant spending a lot of time observing, and the brunette could quickly tell that her counterpart’s mind was roaming, though the memories that preoccupied the other woman seemed to be pleasant ones. Either that, or the smile she wore was a permanent one. Still, whichever outcome was the truth, it was admirable that the woman could maintain it. Though, such suspicions that the other’s smile was more reflexive than anything were soon laid to rest by a change in topic. Change and I don’t tend to stick. Adele’s initial ‘issue’ with the other was that she didn’t seem... real. Too kind to be an actual person with dimension. But an inability to adapt to change was as human as anyone got... Right? 

When charged with the responsibility of getting food for the both of them, Adele suddenly felt like a kid set loose in a gas station before a road trip. Especially considering her only stipulation was ‘no relish.’ She had no idea what she’d return with for herself and her counterpart, but it had to be good, based on how good everything smelled around them. 

“No relish, got it! Be right back.”

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; johanna malcom #i figured we could time skip after this to right when adele comes back #lmk if you need anything changed! #also sorry if this makes no sense i am barely awake

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emir turel​:

Emir actually laughed at that, since it seemed like that really was the case. From what he knew from Travis though, it had more to do with family affairs that anything else though. Even if Adele was here for work, it was clear that her siblings weren’t exactly the same. He could tell that she was the one that simply had decided to come to town and start a new life, and he couldn’t even blame Travis for wanting a way out of that whole thing and to run here with his sister. Holly listening to her parents was new, but he could understand that. “Oh, cool. I keep forgetting you’re a doctor and all that.” He admitted almost shyly. “I’m actually here for work too. We’re about to open a dealership on the outskirts of town, and it’s the first project I’m working on without my families’ name, so I thought it would be cool to start it in a small town like this.”

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For some reason, the notion that Emir had merely forgotten she was a doctor was rather amusing to Adele. Or oddly humbling. The brunette wasn’t sure which emotion to settle on. She was often met with incredulity for her profession; either she didn’t look like a doctor or it was a shock to some that she would work at all, and doing something other than contributing to the winery in some way, no less. So, for someone to seemingly have no preconceived recollections of what she was actually doing versus what she should be doing was... refreshing. Especially, when she heard what had brought the man to the small town she was, apparently, beginning to feel quite affectionately toward. “Wow, that’s amazing, honestly. I don’t fault you for wanting to carve out something of you own, I.. I completely get that,” she chimed. “How are you liking it so far?” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; emir turel

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johanna malcom​:

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“Oh that I can…” she started a knowing laugh tumbling happily from her lips as she’d shift a piece of hair from her face. “My father’s from Texas,” Johanna offered in way of an explanation, her mother too—although from Mystic — carried a very similar heart to her husband. Perhaps it wasn’t simply Southern sensibilities but rather a distinction between right and wrong. Proper etiquette— all things engrained into the older woman from a very young age. “If it will make you fell better—apology accepted,” there was a truth to those words for the brunette meant them. For as the other had said, she hadn’t been at her best, so why would Johanna judge her for it? She couldn’t. Wouldn’t. And so that was the end of that— or so she was happy to believe. “Perhaps we can do this properly, over something barbequed and covered in ketchup?” she offered then, hands moving to pluck a few bills from her fanny pack before smiling up at the other woman. “My treat?”

-

“Texas, huh? That just so happens to be where I’m from,” the brunette began with a laugh, then felt her ensuing explanation necessary. “I had, uh, some vocal training. Hence, no accent. It comes out sometimes when I’m angry, or flustered, though, apparently.” At least, that’s what her ex-husband said. He’d been on her mind lately, so much so that she’d almost said her latter thought aloud. Thought better of it, though. Just in the nick of time. “I guess... we are who we are, huh?” Startled by the depth of her own words, Adele lifted a shoulder in a loose shrug and all but barked out a laugh in response to the other woman’s words. “I would definitely love to do this properly, but let’s go dutch, like twenty-first century ladies, shall we?”

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; johanna malcom

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helin solak​:

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Helin didn’t do particularly well when it comes to holding conversations with people she doesn’t know ; she isn’t a social butterfly and she often finds herself drained by the gatherings. She can’t remember how many times she’s admitted to ‘ i’m not very good at small talk ’  –  Helin often finds that small talk can be so mystifying that it might as well be a foreign language. Just like now, she’s wondering, ‘ what should i talk about? what if this person thinks i’m boring? or a worse: fool! what if i get trapped into something i don’t want to talk about? how do i escape? ’ Suddenly, small talk feels much more complicated than the simple exchange of a few pleasantries. 

Yet, for other people, like the brunette before her, striking up a chat with a stranger seems so  natural to her.  Not knowing what to do with herself in this particular moment, Helin’s stance is stiff, her spine as straight as can be, and she holds her cone with both hands. ❛ ─ I’m a veterinarian, yes. But I do really like cows. ❜ She smiles now, the cows a clear point she’s happy to talk about. ❛ They’re super friendly once they know and trust you. ❜ Picking a few bits of information from the woman, Adele, Helin decides to ask: ❛ You said you’re a human doctor, do you work up at the hospital? ❜ It never hurts to ask and it never hurts to practice what you’re terrible at, right?

For a moment, Helin remembers her first non-routine surgery right out of veterinary school. She was the only veterinarian working that day, on a Monday, at a two doctor practice in Storrs. She was terrified that day, but under pressure and placing her emotions elsewhere, Helin was able to get through it … Now, why was holding a conversation so much harder than that surgery?

❛ So, a tough month, huh? No wonder you lost it. ❜ Helin grins, it’s playful and friendly. And then she turns a little bit more … Solemn. She understands what that feeling is like, and she sympathizes with the woman. Setting her sights outside of the shoppe, the veterinarian get’s a little idea that might help the both of them. ❛ Thank you for the cones, Candice, ❜ Helin waves to the worker before motioning for Adele to leave with her, a small, kind, ( and even a little hesitant ) smile on her lips. She doesn’t know if this woman has anywhere to be. This could go embarrassingly wrong. Outside, Helin snags a bench on the sidewalk of Mystic - a nice spot where they can watch others pass them by from a distance. Placing her purse to one side of her, Helin settles into the bench before sneaking a glance over at Adele, though her eyes are then quickly directed elsewhere. ❛ Would you like to talk about your month? ❜

-

The other’s tense and stiff posture gives Adele cause to release the slightest of laughs; it wasn’t her counterpart’s discomfort that she was laughing at, either, but rather their... polarity. It seemed painfully apparent to Adele, at least, that the other couldn’t be less comfortable just diving into a conversation like this one. But, to Adele, this particular social pattern was familiar. Perhaps it was a product of learning how to sell yourself from a young age. The morbid direction her thoughts had taken on caused a slight frown to tug at her lips for a moment, before the brunette quickly re-centered herself in the present moment. No use dwelling in or on what didn’t suit her, after all.

“Yes, I am a human doctor. Uh, plastic surgery, yeah, over at Lakeview. New to the area,” she responded, feeling somehow inadequate. When asked about her profession, she didn’t launch first into things like trust or integrity, she talked about technique and expertise and time in the field. Was it borne out of a desire to constantly prove herself as more than a pretty face, or a desire to keep up with her (decidedly male) counterparts, or both? Did it matter? 

Adele followed her fellow brunette’s lead and thanked the shoppe attendant before they proceeded back into the still, night air; the original scene of the ‘crime.’ The brunette couldn’t help but spare a glance in the direction of her spilled and still melting ice cream. Surely, there was a metaphor or a lesson, something to be found in all that. 

“I think,” Adele began, when prompted. “The stress of moving to a new place where I don’t know anyone is.. a lot, right now. I mean, my siblings have also slowly migrated here for one reason or another, too, but... Well, we aren’t that close. I guess I just feel... alone.” 

The middle Hawthorne found herself shocked, a little embarrassed, and perhaps gleefully rebellious. Her mother would’ve hated to hear how candid and emotional she was being, in the presence of a perfect stranger.

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; helin solak

[doctorhawthorne]

emir turel​:

Note to self: start paying more attention to your surroundings, Emir. Or so he told himself when the woman immediately called him by his name. It had been easy to keep his profile very low the first couple of weeks of being in Mystic. He had focused on making sure the renovations in the house he had bought and moved into were finished and then his attention had also been focused heavily on making sure that dealership would be ready to open in less than a month. He hadn’t explored the small town, he hadn’t even bothered to go grocery shopping because he had employees that took care of that for him. However, when he decided to show up at the town wide event, Emir never expected to run into so many people from his past, let alone that all three of them belonged to the same family. What the fuck were they all doing in Mystic? 

“Uh?” He cleared his throat, blinking several times. “Adele? Is your entire family moving to Mystic out of nowhere?” Emir questioned with a frown on his face, clearly surprised. He’d known Holly was in town, but Adele was the second siblings of hers that he had ran into and the whole thing was so surprising that he couldn’t even keep a poker face. “I just moved here.”

-

“Best game of follow the leader you’ve ever seen,” the brunette chimed in almost gleefully. In truth, the Hawthorne kids were just trying to find a place so small their uppity parents wouldn’t bother looking for them. At least not personally. They could send Holly off to follow her beloved brother, the heir that abandoned the throne, and the sister she could barely stand to look at. Yeah, they certainly weren’t going to have any family meetings over coffee any time soon, but they were all in the same place. One way or another. It had to mean something, right? 

“Well, I came here for...” Work? A fresh start? Both? Which was less cliche? “Work. An opportunity opened up over at Lakeview Hospital.” Adele expelled a sigh, then plastered on a practiced smile. “What about you, uh, why are you here?” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; emir turel #do i love this gif or does this gif love me #hint it's both

[doctorhawthorne]

johanna malcom​:

Confusion took root for a brief moment then, eyes scanning the other’s features until ultimately a far more formal image would fill her mind. The memory of a beautiful evening—of a discussion over missing shoes—would bring that smile right back to Johanna’s face. For no matter what the other was saying of her behaviour Johanna had only good things to think. The woman had never been the one to hold a grudge or poor thought, and so she couldn’t seem to remember why the other would think she needed to make up for something.

“Valentine’s,” she started as if that was the other brunette’s name—her calling card—unable to remember whether they’d exchanged such pleasantries in the end. Yet still the ‘nickname’ seemed to fit the other. Something about the woman seeming loveable to Jo—though she’d never met anyone she couldn’t care for. “Honestly, I don’t think you have anything to apologize for—but if it means you’ll do me this solid, I won’t stop you.” There was a sense of play within the words. A feeling that spread the warmth—that familiar light—high into her features, as she would smile then. Her impressions of the other unchanged despite however she may have acted.

-

For a moment, Adele found the childlike quality of the other woman’s response almost endearing. Unrelatable, perhaps, but mildly endearing. To be so capricious to be able to regard strangers so openly was someone’s idea of a gift, Adele just wasn’t sure it was hers. For a moment of two of awkward silence, the brunette contemplates her next move. She’s going to be here, in town, a while. It would be best not to have any so called enemies, even if the woman before her couldn’t really seem to shoo a fly on a hot day, much less hold a grudge for a few less than nice words. Still, the socialite in Adele was ever cautious. “I do happen to think I was a little less than nice to you when we first met, and seeing you just now brought it back to mind. I wasn’t at my best, and I was raised Southern. Surely, you can understand.” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; johanna malcom

[doctorhawthorne]

david lindgren​:

–

Finishing his slice and downing the remainder of his beer, he thought he’d have been able to get up and go, to head home and maybe grade some papers, read a book and finally get started on the vegetable garden he’d been wanting to get going. But life - his life, at least - had a funny way of picking at his old wounds just as they were starting to heal. He knew she’d been in Mystic, Henry having relayed to him once or twice how he saw Adele shopping here or drinking coffee there. David never responded though, giving him a nod or a simple mhm as he continued whatever it was he was doing. But there was always far more going on deep down than what his placid demeanor displayed (maybe with a little added tension, too).

It took him several seconds to glance up at the woman who he had once loved, and still sort of loved, at least in the way that you always love someone if you’ve ever loved them at all and what he noted first was the confusion in her tone (hadn’t Henry mentioned him at all to her the way he did him? Maybe not.); what he noted second, was that she was still as beautiful as ever and his mind - without permission - filed through memories between the two when they were happy, a period all too brief in their relationship.

“Adele…hi,” he breathed, wiping his mouth with a napkin before coming to a stand. He tossed the plate, cup and all else that had been trash in the bin near the table he’d been sat at before making his way slowly to her. “It’s,” he paused, “it’s been a while. You, um, you look great - h-how’ve you been?”

-

Mouth dry, Adele just stared for a moment. It had been a sort of reverse psychology she played on herself. Mystic had been the source of so much pain in David’s life, she hadn’t imagined him ever returning here. At least, not to stay. But she’d been wrong. Wrong enough to make her wonder if she’d ever actually been close enough to know him, or if she’d only glimpsed the sides he wanted her to see. 

But for all her bitterness, as her ex-husband grew nearer to her, all the woman wanted to do was hug the man. 

“Hi,” she began tentatively, unsure how to respond to platitudes with someone she was previously so intimate with. “It’s, um, Yeah, it has been a long time. I heard that you were back, I guess I just didn’t think it would be so...  Well, that we would... Yeah.” The brunette allowed the conversation to fall into a moment of silence, gazing falling downward toward the sandals on her feet and how they sunk into the sand around them. She realized, though, in mentioning David’s presence in Mystic, she had to justify her own and also she was incredibly nervous, which just meant talking and smiling, way too much. “I, um, I work over at uh, Lakeview... Hospital, obviously. Because I, uh, yup. What are you, um, what are you doing here?” 

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; david lindgren #my sweet suddenly nervous baby

[doctorhawthorne]

emir turel​:

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This was his third week in town, and honestly the first day that he felt like he could get out of the house without a jacket on. The move from Houston to Mystic had been rather easy, but the weather was still something that he was adjusting to. Finally though, it was freaking warm, warm enough that he was wearing shorts. And then adjusting to the small town energy and the fact that everyone knew absolutely everyone was still a little strange for him. He knew though, that he needed to go out there and try to become another one of them, after all, he couldn’t go back home to Houston until the dealership was in great shape. He could afford anything, except for swallowing his pride. So now there he was, walking along the shore as he typed away on his phone, making sure that everything was going smoothly with some business back home, feeling strangely out of place but also comfortable. He finally reached the night market stalls and tried to figure out what kind of food he could find. “Do you think they’ll sell anything other than beer in those?” He asked to the person that was closest to him, looking back at them. “I haven’t had beer since like…high school, I think.”

-

Feeling a little lost in her own world, Adele took a rare moment when she wasn’t trying to interact with every single, solitary person she knew, to just stand quietly in line. There were so many things on her mind, and seeing David earlier had rattled her. Besides that, Parker was avoiding her. And even though she wasn’t on the best terms with any of the men in her life, her brother included, she wasn’t sure how they would all react to being within close proximity of each other. How would they react to one another, and how would she deal with being caught in the middle of it all? 

The brunette hadn’t even noticed another speaking until the latter part of their remarks: I haven’t had beer since like high school, and the socialite never could forget a face, or a voice. Her sister’s ex?

“Emir Turel? What the hell are you doing here?”

#*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; interactions #—— ft ; emir turel #mystic: beach party #*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ—— ; events #sorry this is so shit but i wanted to get it up before i fell asleep!! #lmk if i need to change anything #<3