@cntessa
❝THAT FRIEND OF YOURS WANTS TO STRIKE A DEAL WITH ME AT THE METROPOLITAN—SAYS HE’D PREFER THE EXCHANGE UNDER THE BACKDROP OF AN EVENING’S ENTERTAINMENT. NOW, YOU KNOW I NEVER SAY NO TO A GOOD SHOW, SO I MANAGED TO SECURE TICKETS TO A SATURDAY PERFORMANCE. THIS COULD BE OUR CHANCE TO CATCH HIM ALONE.❞
❝ WHAT IS THAT SAYING I ALWAYS HEAR IN CINEMA? ‘LONG TIME, NO SEE’? ❞
i can't tonight. i have a date with my boyfriend.
[ when the silence comes she finally looks up from her phone, a little frown finding its way to her lips, ] is something wrong ? [ she doesn't remember what she said. she doesn't overthink it. she moves to stand from her seat and takes slow steps towards carm, head cocking to the side with curiosity, ] alright. i do like omelettes .. and / some shit / from the fridge. [ the tease comes easily as she reaches to grab her stuff from the table. another, longer pause follows, only reminded of the conversation as her name is mentioned, ] if you say so. i'll see you tomorrow then.
brows crease near the center as the rest of her features are pulled inward and wound tight enough to create knots. there’s an interval of an unexplained silence that accompanies the tension settling in her posture. shoulders rolling back unconciously and for a reason all too known her wits evaporate along with her words. her mouth parts to speak, but nothing leaves it. she must’ve swallowed a bug, or perhaps a heavy reminder in the form of a pill she’s refused to take since the day she left him (i tried to and it nearly choked me). there’s something in her throat still, and she attempts to persist. “comedy theater…” subdued and diluted, words leave slowly as they trip over themselves on their way out. she walks to towards the counter, her black robe dragging against the floor. “i can do breakfast. i, um. i have some shit in the fridge. i’ll make a fuckin’ omelette or something.” thoughts form and blend together, forming black holes that swallow everything the mind creates. she distances herself for a moment, one hand on the surface and the other reaching for a pan. she stops herself, then looks towards her.
“maeve…” it falls gently, as if spoken from the mouth of another and there’s that bug again, crawling inside of her throat and eating everything that comes in its path. “nevermind, forget it.” @bloodlvers
[ her face turns into a sour frown as she watches the woman rant, hands moving to her hips in wait, ] mom please. i don't even like chocolate ! it's one dinner. he's taking me to some comedy theater place and i've been looking forward to it. [ the words don't even register, ] well i was going to offer to have breakfast with you but now you're just being mean.
i like your work. it's messy.
“they really are like puppies. they piss wherever they please and expect you to clean up their shit.” she’s humorously harsh, adding fuel to the fire of their banter. upon listening to what follows, “disbelief” widens the mouth before a fit of laughter is freed from it. “lambs? you’re joking. sometimes they come up with the best shit — who wrote that again? i need that entire thing framed on my wall.” her hands act out her words, extending horizontally and returning to her lap. her broad grin widens at the the following, before her expression is dimmed purposefully. “violent? there’s a lot more to me than that and you know it… i’m an angel.”
they're cute and harmless. like puppy dogs. [ there's a pause so she can laugh at her own joke, ] what about your taste ? hm ? i read in an article you date women that act like lambs. is that a sacrificial joke or a sex joke ? [ she moves closer so she can see the small canvas better, shoulders shrugging at the suggestion, ] my fathers muse is immortality, i already have that. your muse is what i am. / violent /. i don't think finding a muse would be easy for me.
her eyes roll at the comment for drama’s sake, as a heavy exhale leaves her lips. “you and these boys i swear… i have an acquired taste myself but you’re pushing it.” she teases, looking across to meet her eyes. “muse is easy. you just have to find something to be inspired by— it could be anything. it’s a bitch to keep sometimes but if you have an idea of what you wanna do then the rest of the technical shit will come. trust the process as they say… or whatever the fuck.” she dismissively gestures as she looks back and forth between her and the smaller canvas. her smile grows as she begins to capture her likeness without her knowing. “is that what they teach in school now?” @bloodlvers
/⠀milf milf milf milf
/ subliminal carmcoded messages https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8LyCk2j/
* RAH RAH RAH
/ hc that carm likes oversized sunglasses and implements them a lot into her looks, very giant cover half of the face type. as far as hair goes very very very big but not always in one same style— she likes a good bump and the beehive remix of course but it gets even crazier than that depending on the event. whenever there’s a theme at a gala and she’s invited it will make headlines lol. also another random hc that has nothing to do with this: carm is the type to go on live at random times (usually at night) and will read the most unhinged comments out loud or talk about something really tmi. anyways!
Y͟O͟U͟R͟ ͟V͟O͟I͟C͟E͟ ͟I͟S͟ ͟L͟O͟U͟D͟,͟ ͟ ͟L͟I͟K͟E͟ ͟A͟ ͟C͟L͟O͟U͟D͟ ͟O͟F͟ ͟T͟H͟U͟N͟D͟E͟R͟ ͟ ͟ ͟.͟.͟
[ A͟C͟T͟ ͟I͟.͟ ] a night of low jazz, a cozy atmosphere, & what should be a soft buzz of mingling voices. ENTER L͟I͟E͟U͟T͟E͟N͟A͟N͟T͟ ͟S͟I͟N͟C͟L͟A͟I͟R͟, casually standing in front of ( WHAT SHE WOULD NOT NECESSARILY CALL : “͟A͟R͟T͟”͟ ) in a local gallery. with a thinly - plucked brow arched, she observes the grotesque concoction of body horror splattered across the canvas. [ ARTISTS, ARTISTIC MINDS, ABSTRACTIONISTS ] ; she doesn’t think she’ll ever truly understand what goes on in their heads. lifting the complimentary champagne glass to her lips, she knows she’s getting distracted. ( perhaps on purpose. her real task does not excite her. why on earth would preston want a painting as horrid as these, she says to the voice in her mind as she gives the thing one last glance ? that old man certainly had some oddities to him. ) EMERALD COBRA - SKINNED EYES RESUME THEIR DUTY, scanning the room to find the woman responsible for these .. creations. she’s a bit alarmed at first by her appearance — though now it makes sense after studying the woman’s paintings. she glides through the other attendees gracefully to reach her. tapping the girl’s shoulder, she offers a breathtaking smile, ushering for the two to take a few steps away from the crowd.
“͟SO, YOU’RE M͟S͟.͟ ͟C͟A͟R͟M͟I͟L͟L͟A͟ ͟D͟E͟L͟ ͟R͟I͟O͟. i was afraid i wasn’t going to get a chance to talk to you ; you’ve had quite a successful turnout. though, i’m not surprised — i’ve heard only intriguing things about you. ”͟
THIS IS NOT A LIE, EITHER ; all sorts of mysteries spun in silk webs connect to this woman. she doesn’t have to lie. intriguing is intriguing .. not GOOD, nor BAD.
* https://youtu.be/caQXWeko8j0 me laughing at my own gifs