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mirroring theodora's actions almost exactly, heath finds himself looking through a rectangle of his fingers' own making, in equal belief that it would somehow help them both come to a foregone conclusion. ❛ ugh! ❜ he exclaims hurriedly, hands waving around in the air as if he were trying to dispel a horde of bees. ❛ this is excruciating! we've been at this for hours! ❜ though, in reality, it had been less than fifteen minutes.
theodora holds up her thumbs and pointer fingers in the shape of a rectangle, as if that was a SURE-FIRE way to determine the answer to his question. “i don't know…” she closes one eye and brings the rectangle closer to her face. surely this will give her a clear answer. “hm… maybe a little crooked ? to the left, i think ?”
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intently, he now watches the newcomer to his scene, thumb pressed into his lip as he awaits what he's sure will be the piece of sage advice he's been so desperately seeking. ❛ if i hired a professional, i wouldn't have had the pleasure of crossing paths with so many of the locals today. ❜ sincerity laces the words that could so easily be seen as sarcastic if they were to come from anyone else. he removes the thumb from his lip, a charmed smile replacing the previously focused line of his mouth as he takes up position on the ladder, shuffling the sign to what he believes is ten degrees to the right. ❛ how is that looking? ❜
dark hues dart over the to man . at first , serena says nothing to the point where one might wonder if they had been listening in the first place . however , an inquisitive expression suggests otherwise . she walks back and forth , capturing different angles in silence . eventually , she pauses . “ you didn't want to hire a professional ? ” they ask , dry . “ here , maybe this is a two person job . it needs to be tilted to the right by ten degrees . ”
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❛ a bit of whimsy… ❜ heath repeated somewhat under his breath, his whole body turning from lucas, to the sign, then back to lucas. he repeated that action at least five more times, a pleased grin spreading further across his face with each half-rotation before his odd display ended with him clapping a hand onto the other's shoulder. ❛ this is why you're my most trusted business confidant! ❜ satisfied, he moves towards the ladder and begins to break it back down into its smaller form, talking over his shoulder as he did so. ❛ speaking of businesses, how's the b&b? ❜
"Top right corner needs to be little bit higher," Lucas replied. He stood a few feet away from where Heath was working, head titled just slightly so that he could properly gauge whether or not the letter in question was actually straight. He remembered when he'd first started the remodel of the Hummingbird. He'd spent so much time looking at paint swatches that everything had simply blurred together. "Though it doesn't look bad as is. Kind of adds a bit of whimsy to the entire thing. If that's what you're aiming for."
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❛ you're a child. ❜ she stated pointedly… and yet the silence that followed afterwards indicated that she was thinking about it. for a brief moment, low-stakes tension hung in the air as she glared between him and the slice – she was basically a new yorker, for fuck sake! there was no way this familiar hometown pizza still stood the test of time. ❛ fine, mr palmview. just to prove a point. ❜ with a napkin tucked delicately underneath her pizza-grabbing hand, she reached forward and, in a shockingly swift movement, took a small bite from the very end. immediately, nostalgic tastes and smells overwhelmed her senses. she was transported back to her childhood, her siblings in the booth next to her as they raucously fed each other pizza and laughed at the grease painting their fingertips. her eyes widened in acknowledgement, her posture straightened, and her gaze fell back to benjamin without a word. ❛ it's… okay, i guess. ❜ liar.
he let out a low chuckle, the kind that came easy with a full belly and the right company. he took the napkin from her with a crooked grin, wiping his fingers slow, deliberate — like maybe he was a little proud of that grease stain title. “ you say that like it’s not an honor. ” he said, eyes glinting as they met hers. “ and for the record, i only say it when it’s true. that diner on harbor? best pancakes. tito’s truck? best tacos. this crust? don’t lie — even you missed it, ms. new york. ” he tilted the plate her way, offering the last slice like a challenge. “ go on. remind yourself. i’ll even let you pretend you’re not convinced. ”
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lark stared at him for a moment, desperately training her eyes to look anywhere but the small pools of grease beginning to form on the pepperoni pieces, and found herself fighting against the undeniable nostalgia of the place. ❛ everywhere we go, you insist somewhere is still making the best so and so in palmview. ❜ she held out a napkin for him, ❛ here. for in ten seconds time, when you'll be sporting the best grease stain in all of palmview. ❜
location : ocean's edge pizzeria. status : open . ( @palmviewstarters )
he leaned back in the red vinyl booth, a half-eaten slice of pepperoni folded in one hand, grease shining faintly on his fingertips. the jukebox in the corner was playing something old and easy, and the air smelled like melted cheese and oregano. he took a slow sip of his soda, eyes scanning the room over the rim of his glass. “ this place still makes the best crust in palmview. ” maybe he was a little buzzed.
#❛ lark / thread.#❛ featuring / benjamin fairview.#knife tw#she's not actually holding one i promise just ignore that bit
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she carefully uses the pads of her fingers to move julian's face mask around to a much more palatable position before sitting back once more and adjusting her own slightly, a sigh escaping from her lips as she did so. ❛ define ‘ weird ’, ju. weird could mean lots of things, and it'd be difficult for either of us to give you our sage advice without all the gory details. ❜ there's a rare lilt of playfulness to her tone, a pointed emphasis on the word sage to reflect his wisest women compliment.
Savannah looked at her younger siblings, an indulgent smile on her face. She loved these two terrors. Even with all of the dramatics. Or, maybe, because of the dramatics. “Oh no, don’t drag me into this,” she replied, one hand raised. “I wasn’t the one responsible for keeping track of his love life this time around. So,” she continued, eyebrow raised as she addressed her brother, “is she back in town or is this one of those witness protection kind of stories?”
#❛ lark / thread.#❛ featuring / julian hendricks.#❛ featuring / savannah hendricks.#sorry how many face mask gifs do u have#i'm crying
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status: open. location: outside salt air apothecary, front entrance.
stepping back to admire his handiwork, heath's eyes couldn't help but settle on one of the brand new letters he'd ordered to revamp salt air's sign – nothing too crazy, of course, he respected his grandparents' vision always, but just something to catch the eye of any tourists unfamiliar with the local staple. the problem was, the longer he looked at it the more certain he was that something was off… and that didn't sit well within his aesthetically-motivated heart. ❛ does that look straight to you? ❜ he mused to nobody in particular, simply believing he would catch the ear of either an unfortunate passerby or an even more unfortunate employee or customer.
#❛ heath / starter.#palmviewstarter#who let this man near a power tool!!!#feel free to assume connections!
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❛ why do i feel like the next part of this tale is going to include her coming back to said town… ❜ unbothered by and used to his dramatic flair, lark purposefully reaches out and begins to move the mask back onto his features, a deep furrow appearing in her brow as her eyes drifted to her sister. ❛ did you know about this? this… ❜ she turns her attention back to julian. ❛ what did you say her name was, again? ❜
@wallfloweresque
@seasalteds // julian's apartment
❝ let me set the scene for you, ❞ he sighs, almost laughing. ❝ life is good, you've just gotten your girl back. then bam ! ❞ he jumps up for effect, hands popping near lark's face, nearly making the mask on his face slide all the way off. ❝ rug gets pulled from under you and now she doesn't even live in this town. what do you do ? ❞
#❛ lark / thread.#❛ featuring / julian hendricks.#❛ featuring / savannah hendricks.#lark trying to gauge with sav if she needs to go full meanie or not
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❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed LARK HENDRICKS walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who SHE is ? they kind of look like LAURA HARRIER and i could be wrong but i think that they might be THIRTY years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last TWO WEEKS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of YASMIN KARA-HANANI from INDUSTRY. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at PALMVIEW CITY HALL as a FINANCE OFFICER. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the MAGICIAN of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty HYPERCRITICAL at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty METHODICAL to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that THREE BEDROOM apartment beside me over in HARBORVIEW RESIDENCES 4C. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! psd credit.
★ statistics.
full name: lark annabelle hendricks. nickname(s): lala (parents only), whatever julian and savannah decide to call her on any given day. age: thirty. date of birth: 20th november. star sign: scorpio. sexual orientation: bisexual. romantic orientation: biromantic. hometown: palmview, florida. occupation: finance officer at palmview city hall. ethnicity: mixed, african-american and white. nationality: american. inspo: yasmin kara-hanani (industry), jessica pearson (suits), annalise keating (how to�� get away with murder).
★ personality.
click here! she's just a bit meaner now, oops.
★ biography.
i. lark's biography prior to her most recent departure from palmview can be found here. below is what caused her to leave and why she returned, and how it's affected her since.
ii. in truth, the monotony of palmview eventually proved itself to be too much for lark, who found it increasingly difficult with each passing day to play into the smiles and pleasantries exchanged by the locals. she found herself unsatisfied by the humdrum lifestyle and, perhaps due to an addiction to the underhanded environment she once knew, she fled back to new york city and leapt right back into the fire. perhaps she would get burned even worse than before but this time she didn't care, failure was not an option.
iii. fortunately for her but unfortunately for the rest of us, being back in the city meant she found it much easier to tap into that dark, machiavellian side of her she'd tried so hard to repress and disappear back in her hometown. with the help of a few sly contacts, she scrounged up enough dirt on her old boss to scrub that ‘decent enough’ reference from her record, replacing it with the shiny, gold star, smoke up your ass sort of recommendation that she truly deserved. she sat in her airbnb that night and celebrated with a few enemies she never called friends, the expensive bottles of wine flowing like never before… but at what cost?
iv. she could return to palmview again now, unburdened by the anchors of her one and only failure and now perfectly poised to take the role of finance officer at the city hall, but as her private car drove her back over the city limits she found herself feeling… different. above her body, almost. she hadn't ‘fixed’ herself, quite the contrary, in fact, now the hunger seemed worse than ever. now the eyes on her seemed beadier, sharper, like they were simply waiting for her to set a foot wrong or have a hair out of place, even in a place like this.
v. all lark's done is delay the inevitable. she can get meaner, she can build herself higher, she can grip on tighter to that sparklingly flawless reputation of hers, but it doesn't erase that feeling beneath that she just can't shake. as time goes on she seems to isolate herself more and more from those friendships she'd spent two years crafting, who knows what she'll have left the next time it all comes crashing down?
★ extras.
i. lark is a polyglot and she knows 5 languages: english, spanish, portuguese, mandarin and japanese. she's currently learning french and arabic, which she believes won't take her very long. she didn't really discover this until a bit later in her life, when she got really serious about getting into finance, but it's actually something she genuinely enjoys. her goal is to have a conversational grasp of every major language so, as per usual, she's setting realistic goals. ii. although most people would never know it because she isn't the type to help freely, her purse is the swiss army knife of purses. anything you could possibly need, lark will have it in her bag – not only that, she's bought multiples of everything to keep in multiple bags, so she's never caught unaware by an accident or emergency. iii. she has possibly the worst road rage. it went largely undiscovered for quite a while, since in the city there was really no need for her to be driving anywhere and, if there ever was, she'd just get a cab, but lark can't contain herself when driving. it's 100% down to the fact that she isn't able to get any work done during it and she resents the entire experience, especially if there's traffic. yes, she has the money to pay a private driver forever, but even lark finds something like that to be garish in a place like palmview. likes: forest green, charcuterie, red wine, stationery, matcha, snow, green tea, reading, cocktails (good ones!), long-distance running, early mornings, lilies, funny dog videos, youtube video essays, hot yoga, winter, christmas. dislikes: clutter, iced tea, calisthenics, fireworks, 4th july, people who snap their fingers to get the waiter's attention, driving, more tba bc she's a hater.
★ counterpart inspired plots.
i. her harper – intense rivalry with a healthy dose of tension, sexual or otherwise. two hyper-focused, career-driven people who should, in reality, be the best of friends but the desire to be on top keeps getting in the way. nobody can really tell if these two love or hate each other, one day they're at each other's throats, the next they're falling over each other after too many glasses of wine and spilling their darkest secrets. nobody gets lark like harper – the problem is, nobody could destroy lark like harper, either. ii. her robert – she's sleeping with this guy but can it really last? if lark's going to settle down for anybody, especially a man, it's going to be for someone pulling in 6 figures in their sleep. someone who can provide her with security. someone who can keep her name squeaky clean. someone powerful. this guy… is not. but there's just something that keeps pulling her back, no matter how desperately she tries to detach herself emotionally. on his side, he's in love with her but she's a total bitch, bordering on pure evil sometimes… and yet, again, something pulls him back. could've started before she left palmview the last time and now it's messy, because she left without saying goodbye, could be something from either of her times in new york. iii. her hard ass mentor – not necessarily her boss, but someone who, unlike most of the people in lark's life, is pushing her to do better, when she's already doing her best. this person's standards are high, impossibly so in some cases, and for some reason lark has taken it upon herself to set ‘impressing them’ as one of her goals. maybe it's because they bare a striking resemblance to the assholes back in nyc, maybe it's because she thinks she deserves the pain, maybe she's just kind of insane now.
★ other wanted plots.
people pissed at her for leaving (0/?) – lark left without saying goodbye to anyone but her family and anyone adjacent to her family because, as per usual, they're the only people she seems to actually care about. i think some people should be MAD about it!!! what she did was shitty and she should be confronted with it, even if she won't admit to any wrongdoing for quite a while. if ever. enemies for sure, lovers for show (0/1) – someone else who cares about their reputation and status and, therefore, wants lark on their arm as much as she wants them on hers. problem is, beneath the public flirtations and tongue-wagging instagram posts, they hate each other. they likely went on one actual date and barely got through it without murdering each other, but a pretty face is a pretty face, and people high up in the world love two beautiful people together. girl gang (0/3) – i just need lark to have a bratz-esque group of girls who have known each other for years and have each other's backs and are still riding for her even when she's being a bit too type a. in fact, that's what they love most about her. definitely have a preference for them having known her in school/when she was getting bullied, likely stayed in touch when she left palmview via msn and myspace (throwback, #showingmyage) and stuff like that.
#palmviewintro#palmviewintro.#❛ ooc / intro.#sometimes babygirl is a traumatised by the nyc finance scene 30 year old overachiever
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❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed HEATHCLIFF 'HEATH' SONG walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who HE is ? they kind of look like SONG KANG and i could be wrong but i think that they might be TWENTY EIGHT years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last TWENTY YEARS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of HOWL JENKINS PENDRAGON from HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at SALT AIR APOTHECARY as the OWNER. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the LITTLE PRINCE of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty MELODRAMATIC at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty CHARISMATIC to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that FOUR BEDROOM cottage beside me over in 402 SPRING STREET. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! psd credit.
★ statistics.
full name: heathcliff syriacus song. nickname(s): heath. age: twenty eight. date of birth: 7th july. star sign: cancer. sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic. hometown: daegu, south korea. occupation: owner of salt air apothecary. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean-american. inspo: howl jenkins pendragon (howl's moving castle), cat noir (miraculous ladybug), nate archibald (gossip girl).
★ personality.
there are two distinct sides to heath. first, is the one he shows to the world. handsome, charming, put-together… he talks with a suaveness that is almost unparalleled, his smile could end wars, his tendency to talk in circles is endearing rather than frustrating. he's practically an expert flirt, with it being second nature to him, as natural to him as laughing or breathing. perhaps it's those carefully curated looks of his, or the tone of his speech, whatever it is, to most of the world, heath seems almost princely in nature. the second, is the boy beneath. melodramatic, whiny and childish. he doesn't handle hard emotions very well and, instead, chooses to avoid them any way possible. perhaps that's why he has such a long string of short-lived, meaningless relationships, perhaps that's why he chooses to charm his way out of conversation rather than face it, perhaps that's why he's been dyeing his hair a shade or two darker for the last five years and doesn't want anyone to know about it. sometimes, the childishness gives way to carelessness, and he can end up in situations that are perhaps a tad dangerous or reckless, and it's then that his immaturity truly shines. it's hard for some people not to think that heath is something of a charlatan. after all, it certainly seems that way, doesn't it? but in truth, that princely image of his protects that scared boy underneath. that womanising reputation is another tool he can use to keep most at arm's length. this is the greatest performance of his life, and he does it all to cope.
★ biography.
i. daegu, the mid-90s. heath is a fragile boy born to a young mother who was only eighteen years old. the love that permeated their relationship, however, forever remained imprinted on his heart. she cherished him like a precious stone, kept him fed and happy, and put little sprigs of rosemary and jasmine in his socks when she noticed he seemed to have a nose for herbs and flowers. their home was eclectic and busy but it was theirs, their home that she had worked so hard for. he didn’t know his father, didn’t need to. there was no story there, no big abandonment or leaving, it had just simply always been heath and his mother – until it wasn't.
ii. remember that fragility? inherited – maternally, of course. after only eight years together, heath came home from school one day to find his mother passed out on the floor. that evening, she went into the hospital and she never returned. suddenly he was alone, an eight year old boy sat in the hospital waiting room, confused and coping with emotions he didn't yet understand. all of his belongings, everything he'd ever known, was in that trinket-filled home he would never see again, a trinket-filled home that suddenly seemed cold and looming.
iii. everything was a whirlwind after that. his grandparents, who had only recently moved to florida to live out their golden years, came to collect him as soon as they heard. the songs were good, honest, hard-working people who had set up a small place called salt air apothecary in palmview. his grandmother, specifically, considered it her life's work, and she happily worked there night and day. when heath arrived, the first thing he noticed was how the shop smelled like home – perhaps it was the only thing that kept him sane.
iv. adjusting was hard, especially for a boy like heath. back home in daegu he had been the quiet one of his friends, a gentle soul who helped snails reach the other side of the road and held umbrellas over the local stray dogs in the rain. he quickly realised that if he were to act the same in palmview, he would get left by the wayside. all of the kids in his class were so loud, so sure of who they were, he had to catch up quick.
v. it was by total chance that he ended up as the lead in the school play at twelve years old. his best friend at the time was supposed to be the leading man, and he'd convinced heath to be his understudy ‘just in case’. one bad hotdog later, heath found himself in the spotlight for the first time ever… and he enjoyed it. it turns out, when you're a young child gripped by the complications of grief, acting like you aren't is the best medicine. the praise he was showered in seemed to fuel him, made him glow from the inside out, and he would keep chasing that high for years to come.
vi. as he continued to grow and blossom, heath became beloved by his peers. homecoming king, prom king, voted biggest flirt, he charmed his way into the hearts of many – and left just as many broken hearts in his wake. he didn't know what it was, exactly, that left such a glaring flaw in that perfect persona of his. the fear of being abandoned? the fear of loving something so much only to lose it again? or perhaps it was simply that strange emptiness he felt whenever he laid with someone, almost as if his gut simply knew they weren't right. whatever it was, it gained him a reputation.
vii. thankfully, most of that reputation was offset by his grandparents, and the way they were so insistent on standing up for him even as he began to move into his adult years. nobody could quite understand it… ‘your grandson is a lothario! he’s a shameless flirt and a lazy layabout!' but the songs simply shook their heads with a smile. they knew heath wasn't like that but, for whatever reason, he had insisted upon this performance for years now – behind the scenes, he stayed up late preparing meals for the soup kitchen, he donated almost all of his personal earnings to charity, he rescued multiple kittens off the street, and he painstakingly took care of the both of them, no matter what. they loved him because they knew who he was underneath, not who he portrayed, even if they didn't agree with the fact he would never get any of the credit.
viii. at his grandparents' insistence, heath went travelling on and off for a few years in his mid-twenties. if you name a place, heath visited it, and brought back a charming little souvenir as evidence. he, of course, made plenty of friends on his travels (and probably enemies, too) but little did he know there was a reason behind his short sabbatical.
ix. whilst, thankfully, his grandparents were in great health, they wanted to retire. when he returned from travelling at 26, they sat him down and had a long talk with him. they understood that his local reputation may not be sparkling, they understood that some of the people in palmview just didn't understand him, but they did. they saw how his eyes lit up when he bottled the herbs, how he truly came to life when explaining a tincture to a customer, how he recommended mixes and crystals and mindfulness practices they never would've even thought of or knew about. he was his mother's son and they were so, so proud… so they wanted to give him their shop.
x. having now been at the helm for the past two years, heath truly finds it to be his happy place. whilst he still hams it up with his colleagues, mainly to annoy them, the version you get of him within its four walls is a much more muted, down to earth version of the man he is beyond the front door. slowly but surely people seem to be realising he's more than the outrageous flirt with the endless dangly earring collection, he's more than the songs precious, well-kept grandson who's never done a hard day's work in his life, he's heathcliff song. and he's proud to welcome you into his small corner of safety – salt air apothecary.
★ extras.
i. his middle name comes from the scientific name for the rose of sharon, hibiscus syriacus, which is the national flower of south korea. its name is roughly translated to ‘the eternal flower which never fades’, which his mother decided to bestow upon him to hopefully spare him of her ill health and eventual fate. if you've ever received a personalised item from salt air apothecary made by heath, anything from a tincture to a herbal blend, it is signed by ‘syriacus’. ii. there was a large herbal medicine scene in daegu, and it was one his mother was heavily involved in. these skills were passed down to heath even before he set foot in salt air, and he's always been incredibly proud of being able to help people holistically. that doesn't mean he isn't a man of science, though. don't ever start that debate with heath, who's incredibly passionate about new scientific breakthroughs, and loves to read medical journals for fun. iii. due to the sudden loss of his childhood home and everything in it, heath has a particular penchant for trinkets and collections and gets easily attached to inanimate objects. anything he can get his hands on, he will collect: old teaspoons, gemstones, vintage rings, broken clocks… it's why his home has so many rooms. impressively, he's organised it all in such a way that it's more quirky than concerning, and he manages to keep most of it contained to his own room. likes: trinkets, freshly cut herbs, expensive silk, strawberry jam on toast, spring, affection, maison margiela fragrances, cats, humidity, evenings, full moons. dislikes: early mornings, rude salespeople, the woman who dyed his hair green once upon a time, rain, cleaning, when the uv index is above a 5, mathematics.
★ counterpart inspired plots.
i. his calcifer – heath's heart, his missing piece, his eternal partner in crime and the one who keeps him grounded. calcifer, much like the movie, is the fiery spirit that heath seems to be lacking and the driving force that pushes him forward, especially when he's having one of his episodes. these two are ride or die and, while on the surface they bicker and squabble like siblings, you better not bad mouth one in front of the other… lest you get a side to either of them you won't like. these two have known each other since they were kids, when calcifer stood up to the bullies that were picking on heath at the playground. the rest, they say, is history. could even be the person who asked heath to be his understudy for the school play that shot him to palmview fame. ii. his markl – someone younger in heath's life who actually seems the older of the two. on the surface, it appears that markl is the one in this dynamic making all the decisions, the one who puts out the fires (metaphorical and physical), the one who keeps them alive… but in reality, it's heath. markl is still struggling to really figure out where they are in life and that's where heath came in. he picked them up at a rough time in their life, helped them with what they needed to get back on their feet, kept their secrets, and now in return they insist on helping heath out any way they can. yeah, maybe heath hams it up a bit, acts like he's less competent than he is so that the other feels like they're really doing something, but he doesn't mind being the bumbling buffoon if it helps markl carve a path of their own one day. iii. his witch of the wastes – the most sour of all of heath's exes is the witch of the wastes, but she has a right to be. the two were engaged to be wed but mere months before the wedding, heath called it off – a gut feeling, he called it, that had befallen him by way of the stars. (in other words, they were cosmically doomed.) in truth, the relationship was largely based on looks and other materialistic things and he didn't have the guts to admit it to her face. she was very embarrassed by the whole ordeal and it took a while for her image to recover, something she's always been very concerned with.
★ other wanted plots.
roommates (0/2) – can be combined with the markl or calcifer plots up above or can be totally separate, but i definitely pictured heath having two roomies. kind of a similar dynamic to the film, i imagine, where they all have their little spaces they're comfortable in and are a bit of a dysfunctional found family. heath definitely doesn't charge them rent because 1) it's not in his nature and 2) he doesn't understand any of that anyway. most loyal customer (0/1) – self-explanatory! this person's been going to salt air apothecary for as long as they can both remember, definitely knows heath's grandparents and asks about them often. most friends hang out at the local coffee shop, these two hang out at the salt air front counter… much to the annoyance of his employees. they're also sort of a guinea pig for new concoctions sometimes. exes (0/?) – let this man live his truth and be a wh*re!!! i'll take them all, good terms, bad terms, short term, long term. let's have some fun with it <3
#palmviewintro#palmviewintro.#❛ ooc / intro.#this is rlly long i'm sorry#i need to switch to google docs but im lazyyyy#parental death tw#parent death tw#that's the only one im pretty sure!!!
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❀ you’re not from around here, are you? i figured because you totally just missed LARK HENDRICKS walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who SHE is? they kind of look like LAURA HARRIER and i could be wrong but i think that they might be THIRTY years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last TWO YEARS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of JESSICA PEARSON from SUITS. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working in PALMVIEW as the MAYOR’S ASSISTANT. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the MAGICIAN of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty HYPERCRITICAL at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty METHODICAL to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that THREE BEDROOM apartment beside me over in OCEAN DRIVE. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!
stats.
full name: lark annabelle hendricks. nickname(s): lala (parents only), whatever julian decides to call her on any given day. age: thirty. date of birth: november 20th. star sign: scorpio. sexuality: bisexual. hometown: palmview, florida. occupation: assistant to the mayor. favourites: forest green, charcuterie, red wine, stationery, matcha, green tea, reading, cocktails (good ones!), long distance running, early mornings, lilies, funny dog videos.
personality.
despite her poised smile and expertly blushed cheeks, whenever you speak with lark, it feels like you’re participating in a business transaction... and you’re on the back foot. she sees everything in facts and figures and is happy to respond to your worries and concerns with the most logical course of action, even if that isn’t necessarily what the other person wants to hear. in her defense, she believes that’s what others want – after all, it’s what she’d want, but of course not everyone thinks like lark, something she struggles to understand. she also struggles with relaxing. like truly, properly, letting go and relaxing. she can’t recall a time in her life (besides that which we shall not name) where she allowed her inhibitions to take full control and she just went with the flow. the flow is not where she belongs, in her eyes, the flow is just another thing she needs to take control of. on the flip side, she has a capability and independence that’s practically unmatched, and has become an elite resource to her loved ones when it comes to planning, prepping, and perfection. you’ll never hear lark asking for help, not ever, not necessarily because it’s ‘weak’ or anything like that, but because she knows she’ll always eventually get it done, so why bother?
label.
does lark do tricks? no, magic is childish folly! (shout out to mr milchick) but she’s represented very well by the magician tarot card. lark takes the universe in her hands and moulds it in her image, manifesting since childhood for the perfect life she has always dreamed of. her life goals, loves, and hates have all been meticulously planned for her, by her, since the moment she gained consciousness. there is nothing she cannot do. on the flip side, lark’s time in the competitive new york banking scene has left a duplicitous stain on her core. all of her loved ones tell her she can keep her hands clean, she’s a good person, thank you so much for helping me out. the problem is, that attitude isn’t extended to anyone outside of her inner circle, and those are the people who find themselves victim to her manipulations. they’re like a bad habit she can’t kick after existing in an environment where everyone is out to get you.
biography.
trigger warnings: depression tw, mental health tw, bullying tw, anxiety tw.
i. born to good parents and blessed with a good brother, lark’s early life was simply good. what was there to say, really? she cooed over her brother when he was born and pushed her tiny finger onto his nose to make a ‘boop’ sound more times than she could count, her dad stayed up late with her to recite math equations and spelling bee answers, her mom patiently spent hours in make believe lessons as lark taught her things she learned thirty years ago. yes, julian was supremely talented and famous and brilliant, but her family never made her feel less than, and it was perhaps what allowed her to flourish into the logistician she became.
ii. julian had the creative brilliance and lark had the smarts to match. a million extracurriculars before the age of twelve, shelves gilded with gold from all of her math competition and debate team wins (which evolved to include gymnastics when she got older, if you can believe it), and an endless stream of report cards calling her ‘a pleasure to have in class’ and a ’testament to her parents’. she loved cheering her brother on, loved seeing this world of his that was so starkly different to her own. maybe in another life she’d have enjoyed it but no, she had a plan for her life. a strict, 60 year plan that involved retiring early and getting on the property ladder before she hit 25. it became evidently clear to everyone that knew her that she loved organisation and ridding herself of the unknown.
iii. lark was bullied at school. not by anyone who really mattered, in her eyes, but it does something to you as a kid when you believe you’re doing everything right, only to be told by your peers you were doing everything wrong. as a defense, she grew taller and taller, in the metaphorical sense. looking down on those same peers made it much easier to stomach their vicious comments and pointed looks, but the problem was that she continued to grow. soon, people were having to prove themselves to lark. they didn’t get a clean slate with her, you started in hell and had to crawl your way out… and if she was honest, she kind of liked it.
iv. the time for college came and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. undergrad at MIT, masters degree at harvard, then straight into the world of work in new york city as an investment banker. she didn’t have time to mess around, though she certainly had plenty of confused hook ups who didn’t understand why she would kick them out to proudly state “i’ve got assignments due in 5 months”, but things mostly went her way. she returned to palmview only briefly after graduation, mainly to spend time with her family and friends, before jetting off to new york for what would become the defining moment of her life, but in a way she never predicted.
v. new york city was hard, but lark knew that, of course! she wasn’t naive. she didn’t care about the shoebox apartment, or menacing 10+ hour days, she didn’t even bat an eyelid at her nightmarish asshole of a first boss… until she got hit with something she realised she had no control over, herself. she’d upgraded to a beautiful apartment with a wardrobe full of designer clothes, she had a five hundred dollar coffee machine on her kitchen counter, and her bank account was so healthy it could sustain a small community, but as she laid there and watched the nyc lights dance across her bedroom ceiling, lark realised one thing. she was miserable.
vi. the crash. the come down. the spiral. a few horrible weeks later, her alarm didn’t go off, she had to rush out the door with unwashed hair. she got coffee, only for another commuter to walk straight into her and splash it all over her brand new blouse. when she arrived at work, her key card wouldn’t work, and by this point she was at least 5 minutes late. 5 minutes, really, that was all it took. she finally sat down at her desk at 8.07, pressed the power button on her computer, and was met with a message that seemed to gleefully tell her that her system was corrupted. she. lost it. you would never get it out of her, the true events that unfolded that day, but there was damage involved. plenty of it.
vii. the company feared, in this “new day and age”, that lark’s declining mental health prior to the incident would put a target on their backs, so they agreed to not press charges as long as she left quietly. plus they would give her a decent enough reference, but it wouldn’t be perfect. it wouldn’t be what lark wanted… but she supposed that didn’t matter anymore.
viii. she returned home to palmview, hair still perfectly blowdried and clothes perfectly pressed, but her family knew something had happened. to this day, only julian knows the extent of what lark went through, as she’s made it her life’s mission to retain the reputation she always had in this town. if there’s one thing the world can take from her, it’s that. the first morning after she came back, she was stopped at the front door by her mother, who seemed concerned that lark was armed with a stack of resumes. ‘where are you going, sweetie? why don’t you rest a little?’ ‘i’ll sleep when i’m dead, mom. don’t worry about it, i love you.’ and that was that.
ix. when lark took the role in the mayor’s office, she did what she was asked to do… and then she decided what she was being asked to do wasn’t good enough. she started colour coding, alphabetising, and diary managing like her life depended on it. bit by bit, day by day, lark almost began to actually enjoy her job – and even more shockingly, her boss. benjamin was, at his core, someone who wanted to do the right thing, the good thing, and perhaps it awoke something deep in lark’s core she thought had long fallen asleep. she was still a strict woman with a negative impression of the world, but maybe it wasn’t so bad using what she’d learned to help someone else make it a better place.
x. life is weird now. it didn’t follow her plan and, for the first time ever, lark doesn’t really know what that means. she’s been the mayor’s assistant for just under two years now, and as the days pass by she finds herself increasingly drawn to palmview and its charms. its slower paced life, its quaint shops – but there’s a hungry pit forming in her stomach, swirling and swirling. will it be enough for the rest of her life? will she have to choose between the hunger and her happiness? will she have a choice?
#palmviewintro.#palmviewintro#depression tw#mental health tw#anxiety tw#bullying tw#pls don't call me out if her undergrad/masters doesn't make sense#i'm british#i'm an idiot#her old intro but keeping it up bc it'll be linked in her new one!!!
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★ SEASALTEDS — a dependent multi-muse blog for palmviewfm, penned and loved by min. ( 28, gmt, any pronouns )
★ lark annabelle hendricks, known as lark. laura harrier, thirty, she/her. finance officer at palmview city hall. 01. introduction 02. visuals 03. musings 04. wanted 05. pinterest ★ heathcliff syriacus song, known as heath. song kang, twenty8, he/him. owner of salt air apothecary. 01. introduction 02. visuals 03. musings 04. wanted 05. pinterest
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