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barb-freling · 25 days

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There's no denying it — she feels out of place. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad if she kept up with semi-routine visits to keep her skills from rusting. But life was busy. Always is with a schedule like hers. Hence the disappointment once she discovers that Ladies Night wasn't, in fact, tonight. It'd been the night prior — not that she minds paying. The staff here were nice enough. So she thinks / likes to presume.

Part way through, there's a call to cease fire. Barb hears it, thankfully, and while she doesn't condone rubbernecking to her kids.. She sure as hell looks over to see what caused it. To no one's surprise, at least not hers, it's just a bunch of teens yapping back about being asked to leave. Mishandling rentals with blatant disregard to the general rules or something.

"I'll never understand the point of making such a scene for being purposely reckless in a place like this," she wonders aloud, fully disapproving of all the arguing before the door finally slams shut. "Like waiving a piece around while the range's hot. It's just basic safety."

#* & closed .#* & dialogue .

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barb-freling · 29 days

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"Well— even if I was, you look stunning for your completely fake age." There she goes again, giggling up a storm before sobering to something more heartfelt. "Absolutely. You've earned it three times over. And there's nothing quite like being able to spend it with those you love." Something pangs deep in her chest at the thought. She's made a lot of progress over the past few years, but certain strands of guilt still worm their way back during times like this.

But she moves past it with practiced ease. Gladly pushes it aside when the offer's made for introductions. "You know, if anyone told me that you, the all infamous Easton Madden, would offer to wingman me I'd think they're full of shit. But yes, I'd so love that opportunity."

"A decade! Are you calling me fifty?", the quarterback grins, "I've been good, great actually. I've spent most of my free time and my time off with my family, which is well deserved I'd say." Family includes Rahi, obviously - but Easton still smiles at the concept of saying it like that for the first time.

"I'm really happy to have him here, too.", he admits, then, "I was growing tired of attending events all alone, while most other people a ring on their finger." His grin broadens, then, "I have some siblings your age that aren't in a relationship? If you'd like me to introduce you to someone."

#easton emil madden — interaction .#* & dialogue .#* & event — political rendezvous .

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barb-freling · 1 month

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“My God— you’re Marston?” It’s like she’s seen a ghost. No, a tangible , physical embodiment of the holy spirit in one rather lanky body. “You’re so..” Her hand motions in the air between them as she tries to grasp at the right words. “Not like your— sorry, getting ahead of myself. Hi, Barb Freling, I met your husband at a bar and he couldn’t stop gushing about you for.. honestly, half an hour straight. Even cried a few times.”

#jackson marston — interaction .#* & dialogue .

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barb-freling · 2 months

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Like sees like in the sense that she, too, is letting loose a smidge. "Easton!" His name's announced with similar gust, fully from the chest out. Both arms spread out to mimic the other's stance before she remembers to tip back more champagne to keep the buzz going. "And it's been half a decade since the Super Bowl. How have you been since?"

"How delightful, though— that he's here, not that he's disappeared for the moment. Wish I could say the same, and yet I'm still flying as a free bird." And though she lefts out a small huff, it's not all that bad. Barbara's come to fully enjoy the use of complete freedom, if anything.

@barb-freling | Setting: The Cloisters

"Oh. My. God. Barbara!" A wide grin, spread arms, only mildly distracted by the auction, Easton stops right in front of her. "It's so good to see you again! It feels like it's been ages since we won the Super Bowl." A nervous laugh, still paired with that unusual grin, that has been appearing more often ever since Rahi has entered his life, and talking of Rahi - "I'd love to introduce you to my boyfriend, but he's sadly wandered off somewhere. How are you? How has your night been?"

#easton emil madden — interaction .#* & dialogue .#* & event — political rendezvous .

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barb-freling · 2 months

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HANNAH WADDINGHAM photographed by Parker Burr for Glamour Magazine

#inspo .#// but what if... it's what she's wearing rn

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barb-freling · 2 months

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“Makes me feel like I ought to whisper before anything comes crumbling down.” That wasn’t to say things weren’t structurally sound — just that the general respect made it necessary. “Fancy seeing you here, Sinjin. Never took you as one to willingly participate and be at such ease.” Or perhaps that was reserved for the eldest of the Freling siblings. Either way, she smiles at her brother without the usual well kept distance. One that’s never seen on screens across the states.

Location: The cloisters: Saint-Guilhem cloister

Who: Open to anyone

Jude was standing looking at the whimsical carvings of the columns. Thinking about the people that had carved the stone and turned it into frozen movement and patterns. The bright through the glass covered ceiling. He thought about pilgrimages and pilgrims in general. And the type of man that started out as a medieval knight, friend of Charlemagne, and became a Saint. He had a glass of wine in his hand as he appreciated the space. Turning he gave a friendly smile to the person that came to stand near but not too near, "It's an interesting space isn't it? Like time doesn't have the same order here"