Jeffrey Eugenides ― The Virgin Suicides
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔢 】
maite laughed at the shock. “that’s me and, thankfully, nobody’s told them i’m here yet,” she finished folding the item and put it into the designated box. "but if you’ll keep my secret you can go through all this before i hand it over for pricing. get first dibs. actually, there’s a westwood shirt in here that i think you’d look great in.“
❝WELL, shit ... this is pretty cool. it SEEMS like magnetic island is a place singers like to hide, or holiday,❞ and models, like lilac for example. ❝i won’t tell them, but i’ll be honest ... if it wasn’t you, i’d likely consider selling the story for some quick cash,❞ she chuckled a little, ❝however... the clothes are a bonus, seriously ... why the de-stash? and what should i call you, are you lurking under an alias?❞
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔫 】
It was an awkward conversation for him to talk about: his fall from grace, going from touring musician to small town florist. It all had to do with one person, someone who he couldn’t quite let go of her. Shrugging, “I guess the fire burned out,” he surmised, “just wasn’t making great music anymore, so I decided to hang it up before it became desperate.” Without his muse, he was nothing. He couldn’t imagine the music that he’d make now without Aylin’s inspiration coaxing him along.
“I have always appreciated nature and the things found in it and I needed to do something that wasn’t making music,” his label beckoned him to come back and sign another contract, but he refused, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it, “absolutely,” he went and grabbed a few stems, adding it to the arrangement he was building for her.
VALENTINA mused aloud, listing to his explanation and wondering what the root of it all was ... loss of passion? perhaps a vocal injury? done with the limelight, who knows? ❝i can respect a person who can take a step back before making a mess of it, so that’s fair enough ... i enjoy some of your tracks, by the way. if you find a new fire, do let me know. music is a journey that i rather ENJOY. sometimes not as much as a good podcast, but regardless.❞
AS she watched him choreograph the arrangement with a keen and good eye, she could also see why he took a liking to the industry. ❝it’s interesting how both you and lilac chose to take some refuge on this island ... given the international travelling and experience you’d both had,❞ maybe she was fishing for information, if he had any idea that lilac and her were on AWKWARD terms and that’s why she came in whilst she wasn’t present ... but it was a strange coincidence.
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔞𝔨𝔬𝔟 】
jakob is pleased to have spied both val and salazar, he’s been enamoured with the snake since meeting him months prior. it was completely by chance, when someone ran up to him, while he was in scrubs, and FRANTICALLY expressed that there was a woman down on the ground from a snake bite & the snake was still there. so when jakob came over and found val sunbathing with a docile damned corn snake, well he was more than a little amused. jakob, of course, explained to the passerby that it was a non-venomous and PET snake, but afterwards he was DEFINITELY enjoying a laugh at the whole situation.
❝hello you two,❞ he greets, stepping slightly so the sun keeps striking the duo, ❝are we causing any chaos today, or is it too early to say for certain?❞
❝JAKOB, darling ... how is the dear island doctor today?❞ val drawls happily, grateful to see it was someone who had already made friends with salazar and herself. ❝please don’t tell me someone commandeered you off the street; claiming sal is a brown-snake and i’m bitten and dying ... again.❞
SHE pauses to gently run her fingers down her snakes body, ❝no chaos today ... for either of us ... but the day is young ... though i know you’re more of a calming being; what about you?❞
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔳𝔞𝔩 & 𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔞 】
her own nails are far from pristine smudged with other dots of polish and chunky gems scratched & lacking luster ….. but nails were art, and layla just clearly could show for it. popping the component onto the electric file it hums to life gently as a practiced hand takes her friends into theirs to buff off whatever the acetone didn’t eat away. they listen attentive & intrigued though her resting face is neutral.
a brow lifts in wonder as crystal blues flicker upwards and to her, a dark and perfectly sculpted brow twitching in anticipation as full colored lips slowly stretch into an amused smirk to reveal a grin. “ it was me, wasn’t it? i probably fucked the wife. ” soft laughter as colored dust collects beneath their joined hands and the drill it whirring off and a fluffy pink brush gently eases her hands clean as they sweep it over her palms. “ mmmm…. do tell. ” she hums, pushing liquid filled bowl aside & running through the motions. *
❝NO, but if that does happen ... maybe i’ll call you down by complete coincidence. we do love CHAOS,❞ valentina says with a mischievous grin, ❝don’t we?❞ her own eyes, green in hue, follow layla’s careful work ... she’s still wondering what color to get them painted this time ... ❝so what we figured out was that things were awkward because, not only were they BOTH married, but they knew each other because their children were in the same graduating class last year. from what we overhead, they only realized when one of their kids happened to call during the meal and the dots just ... began to connect. one of my youngest waitresses just happened to be in that same graduating class and recognised the name it was booked under as one of his classmates.❞
AS she moves her hand to allow layla to continue her work, ❝cherry on top was when he volunteered to take the bill to the table and FULLY address them like ... ‘oh, my god! mrs. chica and mr. hombre, i was in the same class as your kids, i’ll have to tell them i saw you!’ ... ❞ val can’t contain the laughter, shaking her head in disbelief & endless amusement, ❝you should have SEEN their faces when he said that ... and there’s one last chapter to this story, a prologue, if you will.❞ @rcvenges
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 】 — new spring event
where ... anywhere where you could reasonably get a coffee within walking distance
when ... around the early afternoon, september 2nd-3rd
with ... anyone, this is an open starter (salazar is at home!)
WITH a takeaway iced mocha in one hand and her phone in the other, val scrolled through some podcasts ... ‘cults’, ‘female criminals’, ‘serial killers’ ... all by the podcast company PARCAST which was amongst her favorites to listen to. she had wandered away from the bulk of foot traffic and business, enjoying the peeking sun through some slightly graying clouds ... perhaps rain was on the horizon? coming up by someone else, pausing in the same expanse of warm sunlight. green eyes upcast to the sky as she commented ... ❝if there’s some spring rain on the radar ... i’d actually rather ENJOY it. it’s pretty rare to have a nice bought of rain.❞
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Not thus do those of elven race
forsake the love that they embrace.
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ℑ 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔵𝔲𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱.
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔵 & 𝔳𝔞𝔩 】— during new spring event
where ... somewhere around the ruins and it’s bush/forest surrounds
when ... closing in on sunset
with ... @psychcpomp
RECLINING against a deep charcoal-colored rock, the ruins in sight over the tree-tops, valentina feels more at home with the coolness of THIS rock-face on her back than she has since she woke up. salazar is at home, snoozing under his heat-lamp, and she sits in quiet ambience until ... her eyes catch a familiar gait of a walk, and then the even more familiar facial features of alex.
SHE hasn’t seen him since outside the villa at his birthday party ... or, at least, not exchanged words of any sort. she pauses in her humming of the mockingjay tune from ‘the hunger games’ ... noting a CHANGE in the way the rock felt & responded? when it stopped ... and addresses him; ❝not at the club tonight?❞
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i treat men who are into me like experiments
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【 𝔱𝔵𝔱 * val ... jakob 】
Val, 12.30am: U home & possibly awake?
Val, 12.30am: Ok so ... I got locked out in the backyard & climbed back in through my window, but cut my leg getting inside
Val, 12.31am: I'll let you hang out with Sal if you come help 🐍
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 】 — event power info.
currently accessed powers ... telepathic aura-reading with snakes resulting in understanding and protection and never being attacked or bitten, the ability to fill her voice with a slightly persuasive emotion, specifically negative emotions such as hatred, angst, rage and loss.
during the new spring event time period ... the first two weeks of september
... EURYALE, the second-eldest gorgon, will be influenced. below is a more selective breakdown and explanation of the powers that will be influenced, impacted, enhanced or changed during spring.
SERPENTS ... they’re drawn more to her now, snakes mainly but other reptiles as well to a lower extent.
SALAZAR ... her pet snake will react in a different manner to fellow reincarnations, salazar is essentially a familiar to valentina at this point as well as being a sacred animal to all the gorgons.
ROCK-FLORA ... the emotions in her voice, both positive and negative, will now have a small influence on the growth and health of rock-growing, or rocky-climate flora ... the relative flowers & plants ... that are within ‘earshot’ of her.
RESONATION ... singing to the stones, communicating with the earth itself, her voice will actually inform her on the quality of the rock and stone around her, if the stone ‘sings’ back to her she will be drawn to that particular stone, likely the one that closest resembles the formation of rock and stone that the gorgon stare turns people into as well as the stone that euryale’s voice is strongest against.
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【 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔢 * 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 】 — an event summary.
what ... a summary of the first seismic activity of the NEW SPRING event
where ... val’s apartment, her bedroom at her desk.
when ... the minutes before & after midnight, september 1st
with ... no one, but her snake salazar
VAL was sitting up late, smoking a cigarette at her desk before an open window ... green eyes watching the coils of gray smoke waft slowly on the breeze & into the darkness. she could see the moon in the clear skies above, in it’s waxing crescent phase ... a perfect sliver of silvery purity on the inky-raven palette of the midnight sky. on such a perfect night, if the moon had been fuller, valentina would have been outside moonbathing, drinking in the night and darkness. it startled her when ... out of nowhere and unusually ... salazar appeared, having slithered easily out of his open enclosure and hurriedly made his way UP her arm, over her shoulders and then settled around her should, hissing and his tail rattling. she murmured to him, soothing him, trying to sight the source of his clear fear ... to no avail.
BUT, as she stubbed out the remains of the cigarette and gently stroked salazar’s upper body and head, the rumbling began and salazar bared his fangs to the emptiness outside the window ... val was immobilised by shock, for a few moments, but then that twisted into confusion, because outside her open window she could see that NOTHING ELSE seemed to be trembling; no treetops, no swaying street-lamps, not even the pens on the desk before her rolled or moved a centimetre. but she could feel it, her hair swayed, the hairs on her arms stood up, even salazar was being rumbled upon her by what felt like an EARTHQUAKE. she’d been in one before, but in truth it didn’t feel exactly the same. it felt like she was trembling and rumbling from the INSIDE out ... like her bones and blood vessels and soul were the epicentre of the quake. whatever it was, by the time val rose from the chair and made to ... run into the street? or just outside? ... it was over, it ebbed away in seconds ... the hairs on the back of her neck lowered, salazar stopped rattling and hissing and instead coiled protectively around valentina; she slowly sat on the edge of her bed in a state of mild-numb confusion.
A few minutes passed, she returned salazar to his favoured spot once he’d settled down. and then reached for a discrete wooden box from within her nightstand ... she began to grind up some marijuana ... thinking for a while, but ultimately deciding NOT to message anyone to see if the same strangeness had occurred ... and then she wandered outside with music in her airpods and smoking a joint ... she meandered her backyard in a minor state of unawareness and confusion for a while, but nothing else seemed to change. whatever ‘IT’ was, it seemed to be over.
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