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EMILY IN PARIS (2020-)

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Chrissy was getting last-minute presents and wrapping paper. A slight hum radiating from the back of her throat as she moved along the street. The familiar voice of the other caused the blonde to whip her head around, "Oh, hey!" She easily returned the greeting. The young woman took a moment to look up at the sky before twirling around out of excitement. "Truly magical!" She affirmed as the snow gently fell around them. She felt like she was in a snow globe, but in the best way. Peeping the sight of her bags, Chrissy asked, "Last minute shopping, I see?"

@luxearchives ... your muse & emma !

emma   walked   the   streets   of   fifth   avenue   ,   shopping   bags   on   every   inch   of   her   arms   but   despite   the   weight   the   socialite   had   the   widest   smile   on   her   face   .   and   while   she   couldn't   quite   place   the   face   in   front   of   her   ,   it   did   tickle   something   in   her   memory   .   "   hello   !   "   she   greeted   ,   every   the   bubbly   and   happy   person   (   like   ever   )   .   "   isn't   it   just   magical   ?   "   she   asked   ,   as   snow   started   to   fall   around   them   .   "   i   love   this   time   of   year   .   "

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& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

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HANNAH DODD. "Bridgerton" Premiere - Portraits.

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Didn't think you'd be here rang throughout her head. It made her come to the conclusion that he was avoiding her, as well. Even though a part of her didn't get it; She was the one who fought for their relationship tooth and nail - not Benji. It took her a moment to respond, hung up on the other's accent that she was so fond of. Anything regarding Benji she was smitten over. It made her more aware of her own accent; Something she could focus on that wasn't the love of her life beside her (in reality, he was miles away - a fact they both knew).

"It's great here..." Chrissy mustered, nodding her head slightly as she attempted to find words. This was more difficult than she thought it would be. What once used to be a free flow of words, she now felt the need to be mindful of what she said. To have to censor herself to the only person she once felt safe to be uncensored with. "They have phenomenal blends of tea and coffee. I feel like they cover every mood under the sun." Her shrug was casual, but it was a way to stop herself from rambling. As well as point out that she's been coming here for a while now.

Her brows stitched together as the other's eyes wandered to the menu. He was being dishonest with her. A fact that didn't take her rocket science to figure out. The change in tone and demeanor was enough to give all that away to her. She did in fact know Benji like she knew the back of her own hand. There was an itch to hug them due to the coldness he was giving her, but she shoved her hands in her pockets to prevent that from happening. Even though it was killing her now knowing he wasn't okay. But, look at them. The tip-toeing around her words, the dishonesty between them - they were a complete mess.

Chrissy practically flinched after he noted it looked like she was well. In fact, it was the complete opposite. What was she supposed to say? That she missed him? That she wished she could turn back the clock and take back calling off the engagement? Maybe that her place hadn't felt like home since he left? Or the simple fact that even though they weren't together, she was still so deeply in love with them that it hurts holding back from him. She was standing in front of him, still deeply in love... "Floundering, actually. But, I suppose it's nice to know my mask is working."

Because she wasn't okay, and she was over the dishonesty. It felt wrong, especially when it came to Benji. And with that, she moved with the flow of the line they were in.

if  he  didn't  know  any  better  benji  would  have  sworn  he  had  been  punched  from  the  way  air  seemed  to  vanish  out  of  his  lungs.  she  was  just  as  beautiful  as  his  memory  allowed  him  to  remember  she  was,  the  same  as  the  visions  of  her  that  haunted  his  dreams,  keeping  him  awake  many  nights  of  the  week.  and  the  way  his  name  left  her  lips?  he  felt  like  he  had  to  be  dreaming  once  more,  the  only  chance  that  he  would  be  allowed  such  a  privilege  to  hear  such  a  thing  once  again.

but  he  wasn't.  he  was  awake.  and  the  reality  of  the  situation  was  a  quick  follow,  bringing  him  back  to  earth  in  the  harshest  way.  “  didn't  think  you'd  be  here,  ”  they  gravely  mumbled  out,  their  accent  thick  and  heavy. 

how  was  he  ?  the  question  nearly  made  him  want  to  laugh.  he  was  a  fucking  mess.  but  that  wasn't  her  problem.  that  wasn't  anyone's  problem  but  his  own.  his  own  mess.  “  fine.  ”  he  answered  plainly,  eyes  flickering  up  the  menu  as  if  he  was  truly  deciding  on  what  to  order,  as  if  he  didn't  just  get  the  same  thing  each  time,  as  if  she  couldn't  name  his  order  by  heart. 

but  the  coldness  he  was  giving  her  only  made  him  feel  worse.  she  didn't  deserve  that.  he  was  the  problem.  she  deserved  to  leave  him,  to  be  with  someone  who  wasn't  just  a  shell  of  a  human  being  any  longer.  the  coolness  was  just  his  way  of  coping,  keeping  her  at  arm's  length  before  he  let  the  emotions  overtake  him.  but  that  wasn't  fair  to  her.  and  for  that  alone  he  let  his  dark  hues  shift  back  to  her,  offering  her  up  the  smallest  smile  he  could  force  onto  his  face.  “  how  are  you  ?  you  look  well.  ”

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Her better that she claimed she was to her friends and projected online, was a lie. In actuality, she's been worse and had the holidays to blame for it. At this point, her day-to-day was mapped out differently. A new workout routine, skin regimen, and café that she was now standing in.

Everywhere else that was once deemed theirs was nothing but ghost-loitered reminders of what they once were. Memories now frozen in time, threatening to rip the air out of her lungs. She knew it all too well, because she tried it once. Chrissy attempted to go to their old Whole Foods - only to run out of there like her life depended on it; A fight or flight response to save herself from the good 'ole days when the person she loved wholeheartedly, loved her the same.

Furniture was thrown out, along with various products and knick-knacks around her apartment. It was her apartment now. Even if she wished it wasn't. And this café? Well, she deemed it hers; a nice little sanctuary after her workout at barre class. It was evident through her messy bun, cotton wrap top that hugged the leotard underneath her ballet pants. The young woman shifted her weight between her feet, her arms crossing over her chest. When it was winter in New York, there was no escaping the cold - even underneath her grey North Face.

Standing in line for her usual strawberry matcha, she felt particularly cold on her legs. As opposed to blaming the attire, she looked to see who just opened the front door and welcomed the cold air in. To her shock, it was Benji. Her eyes met theirs, and that was it. There was nowhere to hide, no taking her presence back. They were there, and it crushed her like a ton of bricks.

"Hey Benj - Benji -" The blonde corrected herself, shaking her head at her mistake. They weren't necessarily at a level to utilize nicknames, yet how he said her full name caused a tickle in her brain since it sounded like velvet coming from them.

"How are you?" She took a deep breath, trying to still her frantic heart before giving him one of her signature smiles. It was hard not to smile in his presence, even after everything that went down.

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benji   had   spent   the   last   6   months   avoiding   her.   avoiding   the   reality   of   the   situation,   avoiding   the   true   fallout   of   the   mess   he   made.   he   knew   that.   he   knew   it   deep   down   that   it   was   his   fault,   and   it   only   made   the   wound   hurt   even   more.    in   his   avoidance   of   her   they   had   altered   their   routine   substantially   -   no   longer   a   regular   at   the   coffee   shop   they   had   frequented   daily   together,   no   longer   taking   the   same   path   they   would   go   for   walks   in   the   morning   -   everything   was   different   -   a   desperate   chase   of   avoidance   and   dodging   any   chance   of   having   to   feel   the   lingering   pain   of   what   no   longer   was. which   was   why   when   they   stepped   foot   into   quiet   cafe   and   locked   eyes   with   her,   a   string   of   curses   slipped   out   from   under   his   breath.   how   ?   why   ??    he   debated   turning   on   his   heels   and   leaving,   walking   straight   out   the   door   but   the   ever   magnetic   pull   she   had   on   him   kept   him   in   place,   seemingly   frozen   and   unable   to   go   anywhere   but   closer   to   her.  "   christina   -   "

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“IF YOU DANCE, I'LL DANCE; AND IF YOU DON'T, I'LL DANCE ANYWAY”

⊹₊  ⋆  (  hannah dodd,  cis woman,  she/her,  29  )  i  think  christina “chrissy” meyer just  walked  by!  wow,  they  really  are  hannah dodd   lookalike!  they’ve  been  here  in  new  york  city  for  10 years,  and  seem  to  always  have  their v ntage chanel locket.  i  heard  they  made  their $25m  as  a  prima ballerina,  and  are  often  associated  with  the magic of fairytales, the sensation of falling in love, and spinning around in a brand new dress.  let’s  hope  the  world  doesn’t  find  out [REDACTED]

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Christina "Chrissy" Florence Meyer GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Woman (She/Her) AGE: 29BIRTHDAY: October 22, 1995 ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Virgo Rising, Capricorn Moon SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Pansexual & Panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single FACE CLAIM: Hannah Dodd OCCUPATION: Prima Ballerina HOMETOWN: London, UK CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

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BIOGRAPHY:

Chrissy sang before she talked and danced before she walked. At least, that's what her mother claims anyway. Growing up in the Meyer home, Christina was never deprived of anything. Her father being a business tycoon, whilst her mother busied herself with philanthropy. The Meyer name held a form of regency that came with luxury, though that never stopped Chrissy from fighting dragons with her father in the backyard and creating stories over tea time with her beloved teddy bears.

The Meyer name also came with stress. The young girl always taught that things were either perfect or nothing; Which instilled itself in her brain as she could either amount to perfection or nothing. This belief also stemming from her ballet classes she had been attending to ever since she was potty trained. This perfect ideal a curse for being an Meyer - because the Meyer line was always perfect in all that they put their minds and hearts to.

It wasn't until high school, that the young Meyer woman started to rebel against this belief. She didn't mind getting dirty in her Sunday's best, nor did she mind if she was caught goofing off at the barre with her ballet friends (she attended The Royal Ballet School). But, she got away with so much because she's an Meyer. She leant her time to volunteering on the weekends, obtained straight A's in all her classes, and was never late - ever. Though she tried to unravel the golden girl status she had, there was no true way of getting out from under the Meyer legacy. At least, not in London anyway.

As it turned out, Christina wasn't entirely sure who she was, if not for the Meyer name. When she received a full-ride scholarship to NYU, she jumped at the chance to see the world outside her fish bowl of a community. It was her chance to chase her dreams in the city that never sleeps - where her name didn't dictate who she was anymore. And, well, she made a huge name for herself in the ballet community. Chrissy is a proud ballerina who tours the world for various productions. You can also catch her being Clara in The Nutcracker this holiday season, when she isn't working as a Rockette. Either way, her fame is sky-high, with offers coming in from celebs to be in music videos, as well as movie productions needing dancers. Chrissy is well in-demand and is even getting her toes wet with modeling.

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Chrissy is a ball of sunshine. She is always looking at the bright side of life, and you can definitely catch her dancing in the rain when she’s on the move. Due to this, she has a tendency of being everyone’s cheerleader in life - even if they don’t want one. Though being raised in luxury, Chrissy is fond of the simple things in life and cherishes every moment like it’s her last. She finds ways to romanticize her life, even the most mundane parts; turning her chore of washing dishes into a full on concert. She’s sentimental and this comes from how deeply she cares for others. If you have an event coming up, Chrissy is definitely the best present-giver. She also tends to surprise people with what she remembers detail-wise. One thing about Chrissy is that she’s a hopeless romantic. If Hallmark rom-coms have only one fan, it’s her. She tends to fall for people at the drop of a hat, which leaves her in a vulnerable position but she’s used to pouring her heart out on stage so - it’s just Chrissy being Chrissy. She’s the type of person to fall for strangers without even talking to them, and her friends are all truly over her for this. Chrissy loves to laugh, and when you get her to open up you can see just how funny she can be. A total goofball who loves literature and high-femme movies. When she’s upset, she tends to go on a baking spree. So whilst she pours her heart and tears out to her friends, they get to fill up on some yummy treats like it’s a reward for tolerating her. She leans into the ballet core aesthetic of dress; her wardrobe is all whimsical and she has a collection of Selkie dresses that overtook her walk-in closet. Chrissy is disciplined due to her line of work and is prone to be a bit of a workaholic as well as a perfectionist. She does tend to beat herself up every now and again and is prone to being overly self-critical. She loves music and can play piano and a little bit of the guitar. She also collects snow globes! At the end of the day, her heart craves adventure and she is just falling in love with life with each new passing day.