lvcienne

[lvcienne]

[lvcienne]

lcyals:

sometimes   when   grayson   looks   into   luci’s   eyes   he   can   see   their   past   flashing   before   his   own.   the   horrible   moments   first,   the   traumatic   and   the   heart   wrenching,   then   the   soft   and   the   quiet   last.   his   lips   quirk   into   a   smirk   that’s   almost   painful   to   make.   “   life   is   about   as   enlightenin’   as   it’s   always   been   darlin.   ”   he   places   the   coffee   back   down,   hand   moving   to   rest   under   his   chin.   “   afraid   i’ve   moved   on   from   ye’   ?   ”   brow   cocks.   “   nah.   haven’t   met   anyone   new.   ”   there’s   a   bit   of   amusement   in   his   words,   but   grayson   brushes   it   off   the   moment   shes   asks   how   he’s   been.   how   WAS   he   ?   that   was   a   loaded   question.   falling   apart   ?   how   every  second   he   closes   his   eyes   he   sees   the   remnants   of   what   he’s   done   in   the   black   behind   his   eyelids   ?   “   fine,   luci.   about   as   well   as   i   can   be.   what   about  you   ?   ”

there is a history between the two that is difficult for luci to cross, let alone for her to even dare begin the journey. she misses his voice, his PRESENCE, him. she notes the exit behind her if it becomes overwhelming.  “ i’m not afraid i just -- ” she finds herself cutting her off. i just still care about you, still worry about you, still want you to be happy. she shakes her head to dismiss the thoughts, although she can’t help but feel a tug at her heart when he says that he hasn’t met anyone new. and she knows that when he says ‘ fine ’ that he isn’t. she’s known him for too long to not be able to read his expression. but they are dancing atop a thin wall and luci is afraid to fall into the UNKNOWN. she hasn’t talked to him face-to-face, heart-to-heart in awhile; it’s like following the footprints that are two sizes too large for her own in otherwise pristine snow -- carefully taking strides along previously trodden ground. “ i suppose as well as you’re doing, ” she responds with a ghost of a faux smile, although she knows her eyes are shining with fear and guilt. “ i suppose i’m trying to just -- move on, ” she concludes, even if she knows that some things are simply UNAVOIDABLE. she clears her throat to change the subject. “ how have your studies been going ? what have i missed -- since we... last spoke ? ”

[lvcienne]

recidvist:

     “y’know, i was walking past the TRAIN STATION the other day, minding my own business,” elijah begins, “and i see this big ol’ SCARY dude just stop at the window and look at some pristine white roses. it made me think, like — wow, someone so TOUGH looking could be so… soft. truly an inspiration to us all.” he chuckled to himself. “i’m sorry –– you said something?”

     “i think it’s pretty BRAVE of him, right? i mean, the guy has to know that people think of him like that! i wonder what it was for,” she replies to his story, sympathy layering her voice for a man that she barely knew existed five seconds ago. “oh! i was just rambling about the people who came in to the cafe today. which reminds me -- you should stop by the place i work at! we have a new drink coming soon!” she promotes with ECSTATIC gestures, a smile smothering her features. “and i know we don’t get to talk all that much, so i figured it’s an opportunity!”

[lvcienne]

atlvnta:

                      「  @lvcienne !  」

                                 becomes a little more frustrated each & every time a sliver of paint drizzles away from the careful carvings of her guidelines, a vibrantly bold colour that has every intent of being effective, rather than effectively messy. and excellence is never quite reached through the eyes of a perfectionist, even one that dabbles more in imperfections than its antithesis, knows when flaws are of the good kind and when they are of the other; and this time around she needs as close to flawless as possible. she’s preparing for another protest she’s organised from the ground up ( does what she loves & loves what she does ) & wants, or needs, everything to go seamlessly, not only for sake of mind but for the people she so desperately wants to help. usually a vision of nonchalance & today she’s the opposite, wound tightly to the core & close to explosion, demolished thoughts left scattered on the floor like battle wounds.

and she’s in favour of having NO distractions ( probably should have chosen a more private spot to complete her final posters rather than the seating area of an outdoor cafe ) is less than pleased when she catches sight of a familiar figure weaving its way through the crowds, tilts her head downward in a subtle attempt at camouflage only to fail as a shadow falls across the the palette indented with shades of thulian, mint, ecru & cornflower. it’s not that she hates the doe eyed femme, more that their temperaments differ to an extent that’s hard to tolerate, two extremes of the same scale that make it hard for them to ever see eye to eye.  

             ‘ if you’re having a PROBLEM, can i suggest you find a different agony aunt for the next couple of hours ?? m’ kind of busy & i don’t think i’ve got time to babysit. ���

     her eyes are STINGING with the lack of sleep as she takes minimal strides among the italian population, following the flow of the people as she makes her way to her anatomy & physiology class. although it’s an hour before she’ll be wading through multiple choice questions, she finds that her nerves don’t dance nearly as much when she’s sitting in her seat well before her professor walks into the lecture hall ( she’s never been that good at dancing, anyways ) .  hoping to rid herself of her almost all-nighter that lingers in her bones, she decides to head to the café, where she could grab a coffee to boost her mood. as she rounds the corner to her favorite spot ( which was, shamelessly, not the one that she worked at ) , she spots atlanta sitting outside, hard at work at... something. she decides to ignore the fact that curiosity has killed numerous cats and instead makes a point to walk over to the brunette, the sight of her reinvigorating every step. flats click along the sidewalk among the bustling, ever-moving crowd, muffled STACCATOS as luci finds herself arriving to atlanta’s spot. luci tries to peek over her shoulder as discreetly as possible, but her shadow causes the trouble.

     she’s looking down at what the other is painting, head tilted slightly when atlanta’s response almost makes her flinch ( lucienne holds her ground ) .  ‘ i don’t have a problem, ’ luci assures with a frown & DEFENSIVE edge as her eyes flash over the paper & the palette & then atlanta. luci doesn’t believe she has it in her to hate someone, and she certainly doesn’t with atlanta. but the conflict that always seems to seep through the cracks are often why luci tries not to step on them. ‘ i was just on my way to my bio class, but then i saw you & i figured i might as well & stop by to see you & see how you’re doing ! ’ lucienne explains herself, calloused fingers curling hair around her ear. she decides to take a seat next to atlanta. ‘ i really didn’t mean to bother you -- but what are you painting ? ’  she asks, CURIOSITY most likely bothering the other’s focus.

[lvcienne]

svngcr:

          idleness never sat well with mara, not while she was home nor while at school, but there was a newfound love she had found for the lull of the day that came around lunchtime. most days, she dawdled around the museum, eyes tracing every curve and edge of the statues and figures, loving the lush colors in the pieces of art that hung on the wall. every time, there was something new she noticed, whether it was a small detail in the artistry or the technique. but some days – some days, she went to explore the streets. she had to calm down the thudding of her heart, she had to tell herself it was all okay before finally managing to leave the comfort of the museum – but once she overcame her anxieties, it was always worth it.

          more than once had she found herself in front of the trevi fountain, a sparkling soda in one hand and a small panino in the other from her favorite little shop on the corner. it was a nice place to eat her lunch. she watched the people, the din of their conversations and the sounds of the footsteps becoming the soundtrack of her midday, until her eyes landed on the fountain. she could never tire of it. it was gorgeous every time she looked at it, never once becoming tiring or repetitive. she had finished her lunch, folding up the paper that had wrapped her sandwich and tucking it in her bag so she could throw it out later, and stood up. eyes glanced down to her watch, her break was nearly over, and she took a step –

          before she could even really comprehend what happened, apologies spilt from her mouth, blending into the other’s. it took a second, but mara realized it was lucienne just as the other did the same in reverse. ❝ lucienne – sorry. ❞ her expression was apologetic. ❝ and i was just eating lunch. i know i should technically eat it at the museum but it’s beautiful out and – sorry. i’m rambling. ❞ 

     “ mara ! ” lucienne exclaims, delighted to find her friend standing in front of her. she was fond of the brunette and made an effort to always try and coax her gently out of the little world luci thought she saw mara in.  “ you’re fine, don’t worry, ” she assures her friend, luci beaming as if apologies were the greatest news she’d heard all day. “ it's always great to come out here, though -- it really is beautiful out today, ” she agrees, tilting her head up to take a glance at the sun shining above them before returning to their conversation. “ how’s the museum ? i haven’t been there yet -- i should probably stop in sometime soon ! ” lucienne notes, a jumble of words spilling out onto the cobblestone between the two. she loves museums, remembers visiting them with her family back in america and how much joy she has when she can satiate her curiosity all in one place ( or at least for the time being ) . “ how’s your job ? they treat you well, right ? what’s it like ? ”

[lvcienne]

LUCIENNE: omg why?? are they really that bad 🙁 LUCIENNE: maybe u can just knock politely on the neighbors door? LUCIENNE: im sure the dog doesnt mean to be bothering u!

AMALIA: is it acceptable to call 911 if my downstairs neighbor’s dog won’t stop barking and the non-emergency number isn’t answering? AMALIA: asking for a friend.

[lvcienne]

vclentins:

upon hearing the mere mention of luci visiting spain, his lips immediately curved into another grin. his gaze fell down to the ground when a certain idea popped into his head. ‘ maybe the next time i fly back home, you can come with me. ’ his gaze was lowered the entire time the phrase left his mouth and it only lifted to look into her eyes upon finishing. ‘ i — i mean, i don’t know WHEN that would be, but it was just a thought. ‘ it was almost as though her eyes never failed to turn him into a nervous, rambling, mess. upon hearing her question, his lips pressed together in thought. ‘ probably burning love by elvis, as dumb as it sounds. ’ he admitted.

his grin quickly returned to his lips, growing even more once he saw the tint of red on her cheeks. ( though he decided not to mention it just yet. ) a slight chuckle left his lips and he shook his head. ‘ pshhhh, ‘ he exclaimed, eyebrows raising in the slightest. ‘ i won’t even be NOTICED. everyone will be focused on you, i promise. ’ and he knew, he would be, too, as he loved watching her doing something she enjoyed. ‘ you know i’m ALL EARS, luci ! ’ he teased, gradually starting to walk in the direction she was heading in. ‘ what do you got ? ‘

‘ i would love that, ’ luci tells him sincerely, her heart melts ever so slightly at the notion. ‘ you know i’d come if you wanted me to, right ? ’ out of everything in her life, that much at least is TRUE. her eyes light up at the mention of the song. ‘ your mom has good taste then ! you can’t go wrong with elvis, ’ she replies, a grin on her face. ‘ although i’d have to say that can’t help falling in love is my favorite elvis song -- maybe not a adrenaline-inducing before-the-tournament song, but i used to dance all the time to it with my mom. the whole waltz and everything, ’ lucienne notes with sentiment, vivid memories coloring her vision for split seconds. she used to hate bringing up her mother, but with val, at least, she felt safe.

‘ okay, maybe. but they definitely will when you make it pro, ’ she replies, confident. her belief in others -- in him -- doesn’t waver in the slightest as they continue walking the path towards the club. she’s seen a few of his games live ( she even lost her voice the next day from screaming a bit too loudly ) and it was only confirmation that she had reason behind her ( seemingly blind ) support in her best friend. ‘ okay, ’ she began, FERVOR and apprehension mixing with each step she took down the cobblestone streets, ‘ so i made this track last week, so it’s still rough ? i recorded the vocals in one night and was editing it in between classes but -- it’s probably just better if you listen to it yourself. ’ luci slips her headphones off her neck and offers them to val, holding her phone in the other hand for him to PRESS PLAY. ‘ and i trust you, val, so be honest about what you think ? ’

[lvcienne]

chlocz:

“ just ANOTHER statistics course, ” the brunette shrugged. “ so far it’s been cakewalk, but i’m expecting that to change pretty soon. ” classes at this stage of her college career had begun to feel more useful to her, yet she couldn’t get over the dread she felt every time she stepped into a male-dominated classroom. it was something that had led to her already sour mood that day. her nose wrinkled at her friend’s optimistic perception of the tourists that surrounded them. “ i SUPPOSE so, though i could certainly do without the crowded sidewalks on my way to class during the day. ” her eyes followed luci’s as she glanced around at the tourists. various camera flashes and calls of ’ let’s take another one ’ and other languages chloe couldn’t make out filled her ears. “ people start drinking THIS early ? ” the judgement could be heard through her voice. while chloe never viewed luci’s hobby as a practical career choice for herself, the girl had goals and that’s what chloe respected. " i’d love that ! when should you be done ?  “

     “ chloe, i know you’ll do great ! you’ll kick ass, ” she told her friend with a bright smile, ENTHUSIASM tinging her voice. luci considers chloe’s point for a moment, remembering some days where she was walking to class and had to weave through dense crowds full of people on tours of rome. “ that is true, but i think there’s some magic in seeing other people so fascinated, ” she proclaims, a slight shrug following. chloe’s voice, edged in criticism, has luci only give her a look of what-can-i-say? “ that’s what i thought, but the crowd’s so small it’s why they’re letting me play music in the first place, ” she replies truthfully, although she is grateful for the opportunity -- she's lucky to get in contact with them at all. “ around seven ? i’ll cook you dinner if you want ! or make popcorn and watch a sappy movie -- whatever you prefer ! or what gets your mind off your classes, ” she tags on the end with a light laugh. the brunette in front of her always seemed to be in need of a little uplifting now and then.

[lvcienne]

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mat-ayyyo

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: music makes the heart grow stronger -- atomic tom

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: she thinks he’s genuine and loves having an excuse to hang out with him

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: immediately !! especially if he says he needs her help

How often our muses text: probably pretty often and lucienne often texting him to check in

How often our muses call: not as often

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: she could never

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ dont worry im omw, pizza included”

[lvcienne]

lcvrdes:

        they forced her out of the office with a camera despite her protests, asking her to take pictures of what she found I N S P I R I N G. the task was odd, one she never expected yet lourdes found her interest piqued. stepping onto the cobblestoned walkway, lourdes allows herself to just live in the moment & take in rome’s beauty. ever since her arrival, the brunette hasn’t had a chance to catch her B R E A T H, usually breathing someone else’s air as their lips mold together. her heels click against the sidewalk, creating a rhythm that she can walk to as she pauses ever so often to take photographs – catching a pair of lovers entangled in each other, their P A S S I O N a free show for all of rome to see. the sight moves lourdes, yet disgusts her all at once, the young couple oblivious to love’s falsity. 

      the trevi fountain takes her breath away, lourdes’ gaze trained to look for true & P E R F E C T beauty thanks to spending hours upon hours with dahlia, her faux mamá. she waits for her moment, raising the camera in front of her face to capture someone as they throw a coin into the supposedly luck waters. her attention is completely on the tiny image she can see through the camera’s small eye hole, cursing softly as her body collides with another. “ joder ! ” her grip tightens on the camera, breath catching as she prays the expensive object won’t slip from her grip. the other’s apologies fill her senses, but she barely pays attention – the blood pumping through her veins, fueled by adrenaline, much L O U D E R. as her senses come to, lourdes realizes she knows that voice, an almost genuine smile tugging at carmine lips. “ hola mami, ” she says brightly, ignoring the apologies – after all, no one was hurt. “ work, ” she replies as she raises the camera. “ let me guess, you came here to make a wish. ” her head nods towards the fountain, a knowing glint in her mocha hues. “ mind doin’ me a favor ? i need a beautiful girl to pose topless by the fountain – it would really inspire me. ‘course if you’re not comfortable with it, i don’t mind switching roles. ”

     she stifles a gasp as she realizes that she almost costed the femme an expensive camera repair. her eyebrows raise slightly as luci considers why she came to the fountain in the first place.  “ well, not so much a wish as a prayer to god that i don’t mess up my gig tonight, ” she admits with a light laugh, although her attention becomes completely focused on what lourdes is beginning to offer. “ topless ? ” she asks with incredulity. lucienne isn’t exactly insecure but nudity from the waist up is another story. “ is that really the only thing that will inspire you ? ” she inquires this time, genuinely. she ponders the question, turning her head once, to look back at the fountain, and then to lourdes and her camera. it’s the oddest request, yet luci’s desire to assist her in whatever job lourdes has been sent out to do is overbearing.“ i’d love to help, but -- i guess i don’t trust myself with taking a good shot with that camera, either ? ”

[lvcienne]

zcidcn:

           – &&. ZAIDEN DIDN’T BOTHER masking the eye-roll that came in direct response to the girl’s frustration. ❝ Then RETRACT it, ❞ the blonde drawled out, the apathetic BOREDOM all but dripping from his words, thick and unamused as he fixed a rather COLD look in her direction. It wasn’t as if he DISLIKED the other; it was merely that he had little time to WASTE and every time the two crossed paths, nothing but useless ARGUMENTS erupted. She wasn’t someone he DETESTED as much as he merely GROANED in irritation every time they INEVITABLY sparked arguments. ❝ I have MEETINGS to schedule, if that matters to you. ❞ He continued on, eyes narrowing slightly. ❝ Though I could ask YOU the same thing. ❞

     she huffed, her arms squeezed tighter together in their crossed position. his curtness and APATHY bothered her immensely and she knew that with her heart bleeding OPEN on her sleeve, it was written all over her face too. the two clashed and she hated the fact it was easy for him to annoy her. “ oh ? meetings for what ? ” she asked curiously, habit reemerging. “ if you must know, i’m... going to the club -- i have a gig there. ” there’s a slight pause before she adds: “ if that matters to you. do YOU get to do anything you actually like ? ” the question leaves her mouth before her brain has the ability to process it. “ oh, unless scheduling meetings give you a thrill. ”

[lvcienne]

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elle

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: don’t take the money -- bleachers

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: 

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: luci probably lowkey knows what elle is trying to get at but luci just goes along with it ! she thinks that she’s helping elle tbh

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: asap, generally

How often our muses text: probably often ! or more like luci always starting conversations bc she tries to keep in constant contact w her friends

How often our muses call: not often

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: nope

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ elle ! what do u need ?? ”

[lvcienne]

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val 💎

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: 2 / 14 – the band camino

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: she loves it & especially appreciates him whenever she texts him on another sleepless night at 3am. she loves the fact that she can go to him for just about anything ( she really just loves him in general )

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: immediately.

How often our muses text: probably every day.

How often our muses call: luci tends to call him at odd hours of the night or just likes to call him to ask him to come over or to listen to a song of hers.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never.

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ are u awake?? i need someone to talk to ”

[lvcienne]

17, 54 , 67

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

“ once, when i was in high school ? it was an experience. ”

54: Is cheating ever okay?

“ no, never. i’d rather someone just break up with me than try and be with someone else behind my back, you know ? ” ( there are deep rooted memories in this and it’s edged in her tone. )

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

“ val ! i talk to him every day, just about, so it’s probably not a surprise. ”

[lvcienne]

📱

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: daisies of the galaxy – eels

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: he needs to brighten up a little!

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: super fast because she’s generally a fast texter and pretty incessant.

How often our muses text: often / a lot especially from luci’s end

How often our muses call: not as often ( luci most likely tries to call him and he rejects the call )

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: no, lucienne tries to pick up whenever he calls !

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ i didnt remember whether u liked coffee or tea so i kinda got both and decided ill drink the other one… anyways im in the lobby if u want them !! ”

[lvcienne]

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gray

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: your love -- yuna

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: 

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: she still loves him despite what’s he’s done, so of course she still loves his texts ( but she hates it at the same time for all the memories and the history between them ) .

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: as soon as possible.

How often our muses text: perhaps not as often as they used to, but she’ll text him often because he’s familiar.

How often our muses call: only when grayson’s drunk ( a lot of the times its too much for luci to have real conversations in person / over the phone with him ) .

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never, she’s too afraid that the one time she doesn’t pick up something bad’s happened to him.

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ as long as you’re okay then i’m okay. ”

[lvcienne]

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atlanta !

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: kill your attitude -- darwin deez

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: 

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: scares her bc luci isn’t as assertive tbh

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: pretty fast, unless they’re in disagreement about something.

How often our muses text: not super often but probably text occasionally / luci bugs her a lot

How often our muses call: not often

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: sometimes; luci tends to avoid conflict as best she can.

Last text sent from my muse to yours: “ ok but argument aside can i say ur art is beautiful ? i dont know if ive said that before ”