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Dawson was always happy to have someone in the bakery. At first, he had pictured it as a solo venture, but it got isolating and difficult to manage everything at once. So having Piper around was a blessing for him. Walking from the back of the bakery he placed four mini pies in front of her. “Can you try these for me?” He was testing new unique flavors. “Salted Honey Custard, Earl Grey Tea, Blueberry and Gooseberry, and then Whiskey walnut.” He stood with his hands behind his back, eagerly awaiting her reviews.
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𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. tiny, fragile, pale. . . couldn’t handle customers for more than a few minutes without having to head in the back. today is slow at least and she’s grateful for that. piper’s restocking napkin &. utensil holders just to be sure for the next rush when she hears dawson behind her. she turns and glances between the pies and dawson, “are you going to fire me if i can’t pick a favorite?” it’s not often, believe it or not, that she says more than a handful of words to anyone. dawson’s one of the special ones that can’t shut her up. “i smell. . . honey and earl grey tea the strongest.”
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“It’s alright.” Irvin reassured.” You can keep the handkerchief, it might come in handy.” He offered her an understanding smile and nodded at her question.” Yeah, I work here. Was there anything that you were looking for?”
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𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 this bad lately believe it or not. she had learned ways to cope with the loss. here on the island there weren’t so many reminders of everything she’s lost. truth be told, she didn’t think there were daisies on the island. silly, right? maybe she found comfort in the thought. a safety blanket she hadn’t realized she wrapped around herself. “thank you,” comes softly from deep inside her, grateful he didn’t push. “actually, more daisies? they seem to be popular.” piper points out, pulling the three bouquets still in the bucket out and close to her. “they’re my favorite.” it’s not entirely a lie, she realized. she wasn’t a flower girl originally but it seemed emily instilled the love in her after all.
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“ I asked if everything was alright?” Irvin asked concerned.” You’ve been staring at the daises for a while now and even when I tried to call out you weren’t moving. I was starting to get worried.” The demon offered her a handkerchief .” Here.”
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𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 in the usual way. it was like someone had a hold of it and was squeezing it. she often wondered why her but who wouldn’t? “i’m sorry,” she speaks in a squeak. the whispers are back but she tries to focus on the other. her hand moves to accept the handkerchief and turns away for a moment to wipe at the tears before they escaped her eyes. when she felt a little better, hand gripping the handkerchief like a security blanket, she clears her throat again. “thank you. i’m just... missing someone i wish were here.” not that he really needed an excuse but she can’t help it. “you work here, don’t you?”
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@smxll-doses / ft. elliot
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 you carry people with you. those you love, those you care for, those you hate, those you lost... and despite everything, the one person who lay heavy in her heart was emily. she was thankful for bobby, and even the twins, but she gave credit ( PERHAPS TOO MUCH ) to the one person who had seen her first while the world pegged her as only one thing. sometimes if she tried hard enough, she could go past the voices around her, and think back to a memory that didn’t hurt so much... and when she got pulled back to her cruel reality, quietness overcame her for a moment before she clears her throat awkwardly, “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.” piper moves to pull hair behind her ear. “did you say something about UFOs?”
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@space-of-muses / ft. irvin
𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 as it beat deep in her chest. she hadn’t even realized her eyes had been watering as she stared at the daisies, flashing back to a memory of emily telling her how much she’d loved them. there were so many daisies over those years they shared because while piper wasn’t a flower kind of woman, she loved the smile emily made when emily received them. and better yet, when she got them from her. she hadn’t realized someone was talking to her until the ringing in her head dissipated and piper took a step back, “i’m sorry, what did you say?” she asks, trying not to sound as hurt as she felt.
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@mabelle-evangeline / ft. evangeline
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 than others were. today was not one of those days. piper had fallen quiet, so quiet most could hear a pin drop, listening to the whispers around her. the seemed to grow from whispers to a loud whistling in her ears and her eyes began to burn, having forgotten to blink until she sits down on the bench to catch herself. it seems for a moment she needs to scream... but it never came. no, the only thing that happened was she was left with the urge scratching in her throat. it was only when she blinked back tears had she realized she had even been talking to someone at all. “uh,” piper stammered, unsure of what to say other than, “where were we?”
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@mccncastxr / ft. bobby
"𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎," she told him as he neared. her eyes motioned to the ground at an arm of the swingset. piper had sank into the swing with a little ease, almost too quickly remembering why she used to love swings as a kid. “seemed like a wine kind of night.”
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𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠. 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.
me: i can only take one character.
also me, here with my fourth:
piper is from las vegas where her family has a rich history with the city and in turn has a lot of money because of their shadier history inside of it. because of this piper has been given everything since the day she was born and she never truly had to work for what she had.
she met her ex-fiancee emily (yes, a woman) while she was visiting the city and they fell in love much to the dismay of her family who imagined she’d marry into another powerful family within las vegas.
she has no idea when it started. they were whispers at first and occasional; whispers she couldn’t hear almost like gentle breezes of wind. sometimes she’d go a long time without one and sometimes they’d grow to be too much entirely. that’s when she’d start drinking because she couldn’t explain them without sounding completely crazy.
CAR ACCIDENT TW / DEATH TW / PTSD TW: the night she finally did scream, she was in the car with her fiancee. she was driving and because the scream was so powerful, she lost control of the car. it hit a guard rail and the car flipped. emily seemingly died on impact though the coroner couldn’t explain why or how her skull shattered from the inside out. piper was in the hospital for two weeks before being released with a broken arm but otherwise perfect physical health. the issue she faced was ptsd originally. every time she’d close her eyes she was right back in that car watching emily take her last breaths. she was only twenty three at the time but carries it with her.
MENTAL ILLNESS TW / PSYCHIATRIC CARE TW: after the accident the whispers grew at alarming rates. she couldn’t go to work anymore, couldn’t get out of bed -- and if she didn’t scream, she’d end up finding dead bodies. if the police didn’t suspect her, her family grew cold and distant. eventually it grew too hard for them to handle and sent her to a long term care facility in puerto rico. she was there for two and a half years until she was released.
PLANE CRASH TW: she was on the same flight bobby and his girls were on. they even got to talking despite how quiet and mousy she had been. he calmed her when they hit turbulence. at the end though, their plane ended up going down and she was separated until they reconnected on the island and she hasn’t left him or the kiddos alone since.
personality wise, she's very mousy and quiet. she can be really reserved and pick her moments to speak when needed which is a far cry from the woman she was originally in las vegas. she can be skittish and scare easily. mostly she’s quiet because she’s listening to the whispers around her finally rather than drinking or avoiding them. everyone seems to have them, just some more and louder than others.
in “rehab” she discovered a love for horseback riding and rekindled her love for art; particularly graphic designing. she works on the island developing pamplets, brochures and other things for anyone that approaches her. she prefers to work alone and in private and while she doesn’t charge much for her stuff, she also works for whatever she gets/needs now such as making dinner for ford so she can ride one of his horses.
other facts include: she’s five feet five inches. she speaks english, spanish and some american sign language because she learned in puerto rico. she’s bisexual. while she doesn’t drink heavily anymore, she does enjoy the occasional glass of wine with bobby. her sense of style now consists of comfortable clothing and boots.
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“Why don’t you let anyone in?” He asks with frustration clear in his voice.
“So that I don’t lose them, ever.” She answers without looking him in the eye
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