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drmilliew‌:

“Well, then… thank you for listening.” Millie smiled at the redhead, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Oh… right, that makes a lot more sense. It’s been a while since someone’s held my hand that I forgot that people actually do that.” Walking along with her, she pondered for a moment. “I’ve never been around Korea town. What’s it like?” She asked, curiously. “You know what? It’s time for me to come out of my comfort zone and try new things. Let’s do it!”

      “just hang with me for awhile, blondie,” phee hummed with a carefree grin, “i’ll try and jog your memory.” the redhead maneuvered easily between the crowds littering city streets, careful not to let go of her newfound company. “there you go! that’s the spirit,” the scottish woman laughed, glad the other woman agreed to the adventure. “you’ve never been to korea town? it’s next to the famous macy’s! for the parade, y’know? and empire state. it’s a cool little area. fantastic food! but the drinks are even better.” as they walked, phee prompted, “so what do you do for work?” 

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rosalinewx‌:

Rose had always tried so hard to be unapologetically themselves. Even as a child, they had fought against the old idea that a royal should aspire to nothing but the army or philanthropy. Not that there was anything wrong with either one of those things. Rose just wanted to do something different. Different. That was a word they had used to describe multiple times over their childhood. Mostly in whispers to their parents from well meaning conservatives. They were lucky, that their parents hadn’t taken such things on. With whispers like that though, being oneself wasn’t easy yet they felt more like themselves in New York then they ever had in England. Except for when they had been with Phee. Everything changed with Phee. 

“I don’t think you’ll ever see all of it. There’s always something new popping up.” They took another sip of their drink. “Still a Professor of Mathematics and Astronomy. I’m at NYU though. I quite like it there actually.” It was a welcome shift from England. Here, they were just the eccentric professor and they were more than glad to accept that role. It was a fun one. One they were sure they were born to play. “What made you pick interior design?” They’d like to see how Phee would design a home though. Or how she designed the homes of others. It was funny really, the woman always seemed to be good at whatever profession she was upto at the time. Yet another thing that put Phee miles before anyone else in their mind. Even now. They shrugged. “It’s a mix of lots of things I suppose. Not very cohesive.” They weren’t sure if the implicated of Phee wanting to come over was one they had assumed correctly. They rather hoped not as they weren’t quite sure how they’d react to that. It would be a little forward, however she always had been more forward then Rose.

     her hazel eyes drifted briefly to the window beside their table, watching as new yorkers flitted about their day. busy with work, events, families and art and pride and individualism. it was a big, wonderful city where the misfits fit. her gaze wandered back, lit optimistically, “wouldn’t it be fun to spend your whole life trying, though? to see everything. leave every rock upturned.” settling back in her chair, the redhead crossed a thigh, swaying her foot and head to a tune solely played in her head. she took a sip of coffee, happy that rose had remained a professor of the stars and their equations. the blonde was infinitely smarter than phee could ever hope to be. the younger woman remembered the first time she observed rose in their natural habitat, drawing formulas and galaxies on paper. and all from their mind! who could ever do such a thing? not normal people, no. exceptional people.

     “nyu? that’s outstanding! you know how many famous folks graduate from there? a ton.” she paused, “not that i’m saying you applied there because of- but it is a brag to throw in there at a party.” phee offered another grin. she enjoyed the kind of person she was around rose. it was just different with her former flame. every flaw cherished, every good thing about her doubled in worth. before it all ended, anyway. “i don’t know,” the redhead admitted, picking pieces apart from a napkin. an old habit that never died, “i ran into a woman in budapest. she looked fancy. like she had her whole life together. we started to chat and she told me she designed homes. so i said: what the heck! i could do that with my eyes closed.” this time a smirk edged onto phee’s lips. however her eyes softened when rose seemed almost disturbed? about her implying anything. too fast, phee, slow your arse down. “so are you dating anybody?” that is not slowing down, you dumbass!

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evaqueenofsnakes‌:

“You want a picture with me?” Eva repeated in actual shock. She wiped the stray tears away quickly. “Um sure, I’ll try to look like I’m not about to burst into tears. "Oh no I’m not busy at all. You don’t have to buy me lunch but we should definitely get food.” She didn’t even care where they went either any place was good. “I just, with the advice thing speak from experience… Often… And for things I don’t know I just ask Mari… Or my mom. I miss having my mom gives advice blogs. I should do another one!”

      “i sure as hell do,” phee said with a grin, teeth biting into her bottom lip with childlike anticipation. though her expression faltered when she saw eva wipe tears from her eyes, fumbling over her words, “oh - oh no, don’t do that. don’t cry. or, well do, if you want to. i don’t control you or anything, of course. but - i didn’t mean to upset you. is what i’m trying to say.” guiltily, her face pinched together, breathing a laugh after. “good! got to make up it up to you somehow for making you cry unexpectedly.” the redhead listened to eva’s explain her passion, a smile stuck on her face, “well if you ever need bad advice, you can come to me.” a joke that wasn’t altogether incorrect. “what sort of food would you like?”

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rosalinewx‌:

Rosaline smiled a little that because sometimes, they could scarcely believe it either. However, when with Elias, decisions always seemed to make little sense on the outside. “My best mate had moved to New York couple years before I did. Had opened up a nightclub on the bottom level of the building and then the other floors were just apartments. When I told him I was moving, he offered me the one underneath his. It would probably make more sense if we swapped, because then he’d be closer. But, it was too much hassle and it meant that I got to do everything from scratch.” That had been one of their favourite experiences. Being able to furnish their home exactly how they saw it, without having to appeal to any royal guidelines. There were so many of them, down to furnishing homes and it was like to not have to deal with that. Safe to say that their home was quite eclectic. 

Without protest, they went to find a seat and ended up choosing on beside the window, as was usual for them. For a brief moment, it was like the past ten years hadn’t happened. Rose’s hair was still long and brown, most likely braided back messily. Maybe they were in London or France or wherever Rose had decided to take her to that time. Maybe they had just come running from the rain, both wanting to explore despite the horrendous weather. And then they saw Phee coming back and they were harshly jolted from their imaginings. The past ten years had happened and Rose’s hair was short and blonde and they weren’t on a cute little trip together. They were fumbling to find stable footing after seeing each other for the first time in ten years. “Thank you.” They took a sip of their drink before nodding. “Ever since I left. Didn’t think I’d stay here so long but I like it here.”

      so here they were, living above a nightclub in new york city, wearing a rainbow scarf around their shoulders, and donning short blonde hair. the real rosaline. phee took the sight fully in - appreciating the result. so many people were scared of change, but phee had welcomed the roller coaster rides in her life long ago. and now, so did rose. “you’re welcome,” she said with a smile. “it’s hard not to like the city,” she agreed wholeheartedly, eyes widening, “i’ve been here two months already and i still haven’t seen half the things i’ve wanted to. and the list gets bigger with every new establishment that opens up. it’s literally insane.” the redhead shook her head at the idea. a city of never-ending possibilities. fit the character sitting across from her perfectly. “so what do you do for work?” 

      rose would know phee’s inability to stick with one profession, as much as her inability to stick to one place. so she came out with it on her own end, “i’m an interior designer, myself. it’s fun. lots of homes that need lots of decorating in new york. you’d know, considering you decorated your own.” phee wanted to see it. she had realized as soon as rose mentioned they had decorated their place from scratch. the redhead firmly believed a home represented the soul of a person. some folks wanted sleek and modern and fancy, and wanted to show it all off to the world for approval. for ratings. others wanted it cozy and warm and simple, for family and friends and quiet evenings by the fire. so what was rose’s like? were the walls blue and speckled with stars and were the chandeliers constellations and the furniture shaped after planets? a funny but sweet image that lingered in phee’s mind. “i’m curious what it looks like. purely from an interior designer’s perspective, of course.” 

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rosalinewx‌:

“Manhattan. You know the nightclub Lux? I’m in that building. Thank god for soundproof walls is all I can say.” It was specific but Rose never had been good at being brave. When asked to write about what they did over their summer holiday at the age of six, they had proceeded to attempt to write about each and every day of said holiday.  It was safe to say that specific was Rose’s go too. Even with Phee, things had always been specific. They have fallen in love with all of her, but it had started with specific things. The way their eyes would join in on her smiles. Or the way her hands moved as she plaited her hair into a rope of flames. Or the way they’d laugh at Rose’s jokes, having taken the time to understand them. 

It was not time for their brain to be filled with specifics however, not right now. “Are you sure? You don’t have too?” Rose had always felt quite awkward accepting things from other people. When coming from a family of such high wealth and power, they often struggled to justify anyone getting anything for them. After all, it was easy to assume that they most likely had more money than them. Even with their inheritance alone. It was just… not right in their head. However, they had long since learned that Phee was not one to argue with on things like this. So it was easier to just agree and pay her back later. Later? Since when was there going to be a later. “I’ll do the butterscotch frappe I think.”

      “you are so lucky i’m not a stalker,” phee managed to say through a laugh, shaking her head in wonder. rose had never ceased to surprise her. maybe that was why they were the one person to really make her go crazy. when the girl who lives for spontaneity finds someone who’s a never-ending list of possibilities, she can’t help but fall hard and fast and forever. “how did you wind up living by a nightclub of all places? although i suppose that’s what living in new york city’s like, huh? it’s so different from home.” she could hardly imagine living in scotland above a nightclub. maybe a family-ran pub, but not much more than that. phee knew rose hated not getting the bill, but there were times even they deserved the caring gesture. even if the feisty redhead had to sort of insist most stubbornly about it. “go find us a seat, and i’ll order the drinks.”

      once she’d gotten their orders, phee made her way towards the little table in the corner of the shop. it was painfully nostalgic. walking towards them as if they were on some sort of cute date in town, in london however. or paris. or anywhere else they’d made off to. just the two of them. they loved the world, even the worlds beyond theirs, but there was some sort of world between just the two of them that rested peacefully at a distance from the others. a safe haven they could always retreat to when they had needed to. “one butterscotch frappe, delivered by one very scottish woman,” phee humored, handing the drink over and taking her seat. she took the first sip of her own frappe, enjoying the taste, “so how long have you been in new york? this whole time you’ve been away from the uk?”

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eviegiatti‌:

Blogging had been a passion for Eva for years. Maybe almost a decade or more now. Not once did she ever dream of being recognized. Never in a million years did could she fathom this exact moment. Usually the words from the other woman were things she said to others.

“You…” Eva started and took a moment to repocess what was happening. “You’re a fan of my blog?” Her eyes grew wide. The room was starting to spin.

“What…” Eva gasped trying to catch her breath. She shook Phee’s hand. “I… Um… Thank you. You like the way I word things?!” She was absolutely shocked. Eva didn’t think she was all that good. But here was proof otherwise. Of course she had a lot of interactions when she posted advice related stuff. But outside of that she didn’t think anyone paid any attention. Was she even responding right? She didn’t know how to navigate this conversation at all. “I’m sorry I’m just used to doing the fangirling… I’m not even sure this is actually happening. You really like my blog?” She could feel the tears forming, but they were happy tears.

      “yeah! you’re fucking brilliant. i’m always laughing at the witty parts on the blog or crying over your spot-on advice or just - generally amazed at what you do.” the redhead didn’t hold back her praise, knowing that the woman opposite of her deserved it. phee checked in case she had overwhelmed the poor thing, “oh! sorry, am i being too much right now? i’ll calm it down a little if you need me to.” 

     phee cracked up at the fact that eva was used to the fangirling instead. almost thankful she didn’t look like a complete nut with the way she was acting. after all, phee wasn’t used to randomly running into people well known for their craft. but that was the new york city lotto for you. “i really do! i kinda want a picture with you, or - are you busy? i’ll buy you lunch?” 

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rosalinewx‌:

Rose’s nose scrunched in thought. “Am I though? I’ve heard more then they have so you think I’d be a little more judgemental.” The words from their mouth before they could think about what they were referencing. It was bad habit of Rose’s, sometimes their mouth went quicker then their brain. Such a tendency had resulted in many an awkward moment in their life. This possibly turning into one of them. Now they couldn’t get the images out of their head. The images of Phee singing loudly to her latest favourite song as she pulled Rose from their work to dance around the living room together. The sing a longs that turned into slow dances that turned into lazy cuddles in bed. It was all connected. Rose couldn’t help but connect it all.

It wasn’t until they reached the coffee shop that their brain had caught up enough and pulled itself just far enough out of the images that reply was possible. It was good timing at least. The sight of the small shop made them smile a little. They were sure they’d been her at least once or twice. “It’s very cute. Do you know how long it’s been here? Coffee shops are always popping up in New York. I’ve had three pop up in the last three months in my area. Don’t you think things would be a bit oversaturated?” There it was again. The rambling. At least this time, it was safe rambling. Not rambling that would make them think about how hearing her voice again and felt like lighting a fire again, just in time to snuff it out. Or how that outfit she wore reminded them of one she wore to Paris when Rose surprised her with a trip for her birthday. Sometimes, they wished their brain didn’t remember everything they saw. It would make moments like this, much, much easier.

      her heart skipped a violent beat. oh. so that was how it had felt like. phee had lost that feeling a long, long time ago. sure, there were her adventures that sparked fear and adrenaline and the rush of a lifetime, but there was a difference to wild living and wild loving. the latter never ended. phee decided not to comment on rose’s retort, instead rolling her eyes with a smile after regaining her rhythm. after they’d made it to the shop, and the blonde agreed on its cuteness, phee felt a sense of pride. “don’t i know how to pick ‘em?” that came out wrong. “coffee shops, i mean.” that came out doubly wrong. thank goodness rose was rambling, too, or else phee would want to crawl under a rock and die. preferably fast and merciful. 

      but when rose rambled, it was adorable. why was that? phee supposed it was the familiarity - the comfort of her person there, shoulder to shoulder with her. “what area are you in?” phee decided to prompt rose, hoping it wasn’t too invasive. she wasn’t going to stalk the shorter person or anything. hopefully rose knew that. they would...hopefully. “also, what do you want to drink? my treat!” already phee held up her hand, “i insist.” the redhead skimmed the menu hanging above the counter, mentioning helpfully to rose, “the butterscotch frappe is to die for. same with the caramel macchiato. oh! and the mocha latte. and pretty much everything on the menu.” 

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cwindsr‌:

Cecelia nodded her head in response to Phee’s question. “Of course I did. We’re incredibly close. They’ve been here for a while.” Rosaline was one of Cecelia’s favorite family members and they saw each other quite often. Looking to the coffee, she offered the other woman a smile. “Thank you so much, that’s very thoughtful! We can never have enough coffee these days.” With three kids, there was never a dull moment at her and Harry’s house. Stepping aside, Cecelia gestured for Phee to enter. “Of course you can! Please, make yourself at home. I’m guessing you’ve either seen or perhaps spoken to Rosaline?”

      “oh of course you did. wish i would’ve known though,” phee tsked, though an amused smile slipped across her face at cecelia’s calm response. “you’re welcome! let me know how it tastes. there’s another one they sell but i thought it might be too sweet. but if that one’s bitter, i’ll fetch the other one.” the redhead slipped into the home, always tuned into the decorations more than anything else now that she was an interior designer. “you’ll never guess what happened,” phee started off, eyes bugging as they strayed towards cecelia, “i was singing with some street musicians in central park. because that’s the kind of silly thing you do if you’re me, and-” she ran a hand down her face, “and rose showed up in the crowd.” not that their run-in had gone wrong, but it certainly had been something. “how’s your wedding planning coming along, by the way?”

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rosalinewx‌:

It was so tempting. Phee was like a fire, drawing them in so they could get a hint of that warmth. It had felt like turning the temperature down to zero, leaving her.  Rose had accepted that that would be it. That they would spent the rest of their life searching for a warmth like that. They had been so close once, before it had gone cold. God, they hated the cold. Phee was the opposite. Phee was right here within arms length and she wanted to have coffee with them?  How could they say no? Even if the fire might burn them. “It wasn’t that terrible.” They pushed their hair from their eyes and shrugged a little. “Alright then. I’m about due for a break anyway I think.”

It scared them, being here again. After the last time, they had long ago decided that romance just didn’t work out for them. That one or way another, things would go bad they couldn’t fix it. Like with Phee. It had been the world that went bad and they couldn’t bare to stay. In Phee’s eyes, they had become the bad guy. They didn’t like being the bad guy. What if that happened again and once again Phee’s heart was broken.  Rose couldn’t bare that, but they also couldn’t bare saying no. So, here they were.

      “well you’re a tad biased, too,” phee teased in reply to the half-compliment, finding it much too easy to slip back into playful banter with rose. she had to be careful; she really couldn’t afford a second heartbreak by this one. but exes could be friends, couldn’t they? rose wouldn’t want more from her. they’d moved on. meanwhile, she had forced herself to try. her face brightened when the blonde relented. “awesome! amazing. yeah, incredible, let’s go,” the redhead said within one breath. she moved away fast, but her arm stayed outstretched to the former royal, fingertips just a hair’s distance from rose’s in encouragement to follow. her hazel eyes glanced back, “there’s a coffee shop by the met. it’s called - oh god, what’s it called? darn, i’ve forgotten. but it’s really good! too good, some say.” 

      the weather was chilly, but 50 degrees permitted the scottish woman to wear her first dress of the week. she was happy to have dressed up; the last thing she needed rose seeing was her on an off day: hair in a messy bun, shirt inside out, and sweatpants always with a spot on them. how she got the spot? sitting on a spill on the train one day, dropping food on her lap the next. as they walked, phee couldn’t help peeking over at rose, matching their profile to the one she’d once gotten accustomed to waking up in the morning to. there were the forehead lines, but a little deeper. then the line between her brows - a source of concentration, even now. and the sharp cheekbones that curved towards...rose’s lips. rose’s lips. oh god, she was staring at them. phee focused ahead, at last catching sight of the coffee shop, “voila! what did i tell you? cute coffee shop near the met.”

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      “oh my god. you’re that blogger! from the site,” phee blurted, blinking her eyes owlishly at the idea of meeting someone she’d been reading about since day one. her brain was working too quickly for her words to catch up, “i can’t believe. new york? wow! faces always around, aren’t they?” none of it made sense, but the scottish woman was nearing clarity. “it’s really you in the flesh. i’m a big fan of your blog. i read it all the time, almost every morning. i love the way you word things. what a weird compliment, but aye.” phee laughed - the sound a whimsical one. she held out a hand, hoping not to scare the younger woman away, “i’m phee.”

@eviegiatti​

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     “there’s a wet t-shirt contest at this new pub in brooklyn and the prize is 500 dollars,” phee immediately started off with, weighing the options already in her head. “now i’m not saying we sacrifice our dignity for money, but they’d for sure pick the two redheads if we were to join!” half of the scot was kidding, the other half had half a care to the world. “oh god, i’m like the little red devil on your shoulder all of a sudden, aren’t i?” she asked with a flash of a grin.

@vienna-calhoun​

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      it was exceptionally late and everyone was taking a cab or an uber ride home. phee stood outside a usual pickup zone for the rideshares, scrolling through her pinterest feed to pin things she’d decorate a client’s place with later. finally, her phone buzzed and her uber had arrived. carpool. sliding into the mini suv, the redhead acknowledged the brunette beside her before confirming details with the driver. after, the vehicle set off towards the mutual destination. “so you’re headed over to times square, too? doing a bit of shopping, or?” phee prompted the younger woman, deciding holding a conversation was better than awkward silence. 

@jolie-noelle-in-nyc​

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      “so what kind of theme would you be going with for the new installation?” phee prompted naomi, legs spread as she sat the wrong way on a chair in the bookstore - forearms resting against the back of it. “modern, classic, old timey?”

@naomimargctreeves​

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      “your cousin’s here. in new york. did you know your cousin was here? i didn’t know they were here,” phee rambled as soon as cece’s door opened. after moving to new york, finding out more than one windsor was walking about was enough to make the scot’s head implode. she fished a bag of coffee beans out of her purse, handing it over to the blonde like it was some sort of entrance fee, “also, found the most incredible tasting coffee i’ve ever had. i bought you some on the way. can i please come in now?” it was clear phee’s head was all over the place; that happened when you came across your ex in the middle of an impromptu performance in the park. 

@cwindsr​

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Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

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arixlleinoue‌:

“You and me both,” arielle replied, laughing casually at the other’s comment. Arielle never really liked getting that much attention, especially if they are unwanted attention from self-entitled customers. That’s why she prefers her day job being a dance instructor. “Good thing I’m ending this shift soon,” she responded, pausing to think for a while, “Okay so we have Drunken Sailor, A Short Trip to Hell, Fearless Redneck, A Sand in the Crack...” she rambled, “Pretty adventurous tonight i see?” 

      “the trick’s to always be adventurous in a bar. way more fun, way more tasty drinks, and way better company.” the redhead considered her options, getting a good kick out of their names in the process, “how about that last one there? a sand in the crack. don’t know if it means butt crack but that’s exactly where my mind went to, so it better not taste like arse.” she breathed a grin, leaning against the bar counter with a renewed sense of purpose, “you get off soon? good. then you can drink ass drinks with me and bitch about the lady in red. i need a designated partner for the evening.” 

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maevalucie-b‌:

A smile formed at the redhead’s reaction, taking a step inside. It was rare to see Phee’s apartment without her roommates bustling around, but it was a nice thing after today. “Sure. lavender sounds really good, actually.” Mae thought for a moment, pulling her blonde hair into a messy bun. “Well, I just left class and I don’t know. I feel like this field is just stressing me out so much more than I thought,” she paused as she set her bag on the ground as she took the couch. “Someone needs to remind me why I want to be a medical examiner because I’m seriously questioning it right now. I really wonder why I should take a class that focuses on people who aren’t dead when I want to work with the dead.”

      “lavender, it is!” phee called from the kitchen, beginning to prepare the drink. her ears were glued, however, to the living room. doubts were a common thing when pursuing a profession. if anyone knew that, it would be phee. she had done just about any and everything that didn’t require a bachelor’s degree or more. and every time she switched jobs, she thought: maybe this one’s it. until she got the itch to switch again, uncover new secrets and new abilities. then she moved on without second thought. half the time she chalked it off to spontaneity and adventure, but her attention always shifted quickly. “what kind of class did you just get out of?” not the right question, but maybe the right direction. “you’ve wanted to be a medical examiner for a bit now, aye? when you picture the end product, do you get butterflies or do you dread doing that until you retire?”