Hope — My Writing

Why do I cry for the feelings, I’ll never show and the unspoken words , I’m afraid to say.

m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r (via m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r)

Nathalie scoffed, leaning easily against the back of the booth. At this point in their friendship, she hardly batted an eye at the frequently vitriolic nature of their conversations. In truth, it was a relief to be completely unfiltered — even if it was only to fill the hour between surgeries. Today, an aortic stenosis would be waiting for her. The thought alone almost brought a smile to her face, until she remembered the utter bullshit being hurled her way. “Please, you bloody fucking donkey, I bet you think alkaline water actually changes body acidity.” Nat sipped her coffee dismissively, scowling down at the mug. Coffee, on the other hand, was very easily tainted. She offered the waiter a polite smile when they set the food down, waiting until they were out of earshot before continuing. No need to mar their image of two completely professional doctors sharing a friendly lunch. “Not all of us adults need ‘spring water fresh from mother nature’s arse’.”

vinnie leaned forward, feeling the diner table pressing against his stomach as he tried lowering his voice. “are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he quipped, voice laced with anger. vinnie knew that himself and natahlie were aware the anger shared between them was for fun, but that didn’t mean any of their surrounding peers did. “how the hell can you say that all bottled water tastes the same? are you a fuckin’ psychopath or?” his eyes glared forward at the raven haired girl before him, knowing that she was in the high tier of being a close friend to him - however, he also knew it might not be that obvious to everyone else. to them, they were two individuals in doctor wear, bickering about something that didn’t matter. but to them, it mattered immensely. “thank you,” vinnie said, changing his tone as soon as their lunch was delivered to them, right on time. he knew he needed to get back to his office in the next thirty minutes for his seventh appointment of the day. @nathxle​

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: Ugh you know how much I loathe that damn nickname. And yet...

Anthony: Maybe? I've got some places I can check out.

Anthony: Is this for the block party? Someone posted a flyer for it on the gallery's door. Didn't really know what to think of it.

Anthony: You're going? AND bringing decorations? Wow. Who would have thought.

[ nat:] Not my fault it’s accurate

[ nat:] Wonderful! If you could, that would really save me heaps of time I don’t have

[ nat:] Fuck off, it's called being neighbourly

[ nat:] Are you going? Once I get my hands on some decent decorations, the block is going to be unrecognizable

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: *insert eyeroll emoji*

Anthony: And you think I have all the time in the world, huh? You better be glad I care about you.

Anthony: Is San Amore finally breaking that rough exterior of yours?

Anthony: Might as well. Honestly I'm only going so I can watch you try to be a normal sociable human being. Now that will be entertaining.

[ nat:] Your affection always sounds so much like a threat... this is why we’re friends

[ nat:] My “rough exterior” is perfectly intact, thank you very much

[ nat:] I can be sociable when I want to be, and now I want to give back to my community by showcasing my designer’s eye

[ nat:] It can’t be but so hard. Besides, I’ll get the privilege of proving you wrong once I charm the pants off this town

Hôtel de Monaco, 75007 Paris, France

“Right, so summer flowers,” Nathalie chewed on the end of her pen, brow furrowed in light concentration. Her coffee sat largely untouched, condensation creeping down the glass as the ice melted. A true testament to her focus. “Sunflowers, lavender, peonies, dahlias... am I missing anything?” Green eyes flicked up to her partner. Catie was her planning guru, so to speak, and the brunette nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she agreed to meet at Coffee With Love. She could source the decorations and had already set that process in motion, but she needed someone to give her cues on what was and wasn’t considered appropriate for a block party. Vibrant colors and celebrations were not her strong point, if her own ensemble of deep navies and black leather was any indication. “Do you know how to make leis? I was thinking ropes of flower garland could be nice stretched across the street.” @caaatiemttws​

Did I, uh–did I say something wrong? I’m getting a vibe like I just made a really bad first impression.

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: Still intact, huh? Darn and I was starting to have hope.

Anthony: Designer's eye...jesus Nat. Have you actually ever been to a block party? It's nothing like the stuffy events I host at the gallery. No need to get all fancy and posh on the neighborhood. We're going to relax, listen to music, get to know the neighbors.

Anthony: There's going go be tank tops, flips flops, water balloons...CHILDREN.

Anthony: Lets see how charming you are when a ten year old sprays you with a water gun.

[ nat:] Ha. Ha.

[ nat:] So what if I haven’t, it’s a party isn’t it? Parties need decorations and creativity, attention to detail — it'll be fine

[ nat:] I... will be making a note to see about banning water weaponry. Or, at the very least, setting up a battleground far, far away from the flower crowns. The petals are so delicate.

[ nat:] I know, I'll just sic them on you. The little monster with the most hits to Mr. Tony wins a sack of candy. You might want to swap out those flip-flops for a pair of runners

Me, forgetting my abnormal knowledge of medical terminology: my favourite thing about POTS is that Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome is literally... exactly what it sounds like?! It's so cool!

A non-spoonie: what what what-the who now syndrome?

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“oh, yeah no. i think i’m good. probably should have gotten fried pickles though, i hear they’re good. but i can’t imagine how a fried pickle is actually good.” paris replied and snorted softly. though as nathalie mentioned setting her up, paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “i’ll just give her a big tip and leave my number on the receipt.” she replied and laughed softly. she grabbed her soda that had been brought to her moments ago and took a long sip before knitting her brows in nathalie’s direction. “why do you think i’ve got something else on my mind?”

Nathalie nearly gagged at the idea. “Fried pickles… there are some things about America I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Honestly, I’d take haggis over that bollocks,” she noted around a chuckle. “Classy. Just hope she doesn’t spill anything on it.” Hearing Paris’s question, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute—“ another glance over her shoulder confirmed as much, “But you do realize that a large part of my job is figuring out when people are lying, yes? Sure she’s a distraction, she’s just not enough of one to have you staring off into space for five minutes.” Nat sipped from her coffee easily, waiting for Paris to protest her assessment.