Brigitte Bardot on the set of Two Weeks in September in 1966.
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Brigitte Bardot holding a chimpanzee on the set of 'Two weeks in September'/ 'À coeur joie', 1967.
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Brigitte Bardot on the set of Two Weeks in September in 1966.
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i thought you might be up here / grant & o / @thewholecrew
every single one of their friends in their group hovers in their own way, especially her big brother and grant. kassy's there any moment she can spare from school while rev and hunter have taken over all medical & physical therapy needs. everyone hovers in a way that's meant to be helpful since the shooting, but instead of feeling grateful to them, instead of being grateful that she's alive, there's a heavy dose of self hatred looming inside of her as the drug induced fog she's survived with all summer has begun to lift. instead of feeling grateful to all those who love her, she mostly feels guilty. & undeserving.
when she follows her brothers to work at the nightclub, checking on their progress, she quickly leaves them all to their chatter. bypassing the polite hi's and how are yous as she climbs the stairs to the second level before following a similar path up to the roof. it's quiet and loud all at the same time up on the roof, but currently, it's her favourite spot to disappear. however, instead of sitting along the edge with her feet dangling off the building this time, octavia carefully hoisted herself up onto the ledge, standing with the city life moving around below her.
a while passed as stars fought against the city lights to shine, and sirens went off in the distance before the heavy door to the roof creaked open. her walk along the edge halted at the sound, her eyes closing momentarily as she awaited her intruder's voice before a troubled sigh came forth. "i thought you might be up here."
with her hair blowing in the evening wind, the shake of her head was barely visible. of all the times when octavia had wanted nothing more than for grant to decide to stay with her, of course, he'd choose now to follow through. at least for now. he really should have taken the out when she was lying in the hospital, she thought, grumbling to herself as grant's footsteps came closer to the ledge. eventually, he would anyway. "you can tell them all down there that i'm fine, and while you're at it, tell yourself, cause i am, i'm fine." she insisted, her tone turning sour.
"why don't you come down?" emerald hues rolled, head turning over her shoulder to glance at grant. "no, you want to talk to me? come up here." octavia challenged with a scowl.
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