On Her List Of Chores For Her Day Off, Nathalie Hadn’t Expected Opening The Door To A Police Officer

text ⦿ anthony

[ nat:] Morning, pretty boy. I'm running late (don't start) so I'll make this quick

[ nat:] Do you know where I might procure decorations? You're more of the event-hosting type

[ nat:] And none of that papier-mâché bollocks, I don't want it to look like kindergarteners were in charge

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

Hôtel de Monaco, 75007 Paris, France

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)

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Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

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

Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; { the savant }

it’s only F A I L U R E if you don’t learn something      - unknown.

Nathalie was partial to three things: her dog, her job, and food. All three she made a point to devote time to and that was how she found herself sitting in Mama Rosa’s. She practically leapt at every opportunity to eat there, in spite of all the havoc she knew the greasy food was wreaking on her heart. Still, the flavor made it worth it, even when her dining partner might as well have been nonexistent. Her mind was elsewhere, that much was clear. To the point where Nat found herself surprised that the other even realized she had been speaking. She turned to glance at the waitress in question, eyes momentarily appraising —nice, but not enough of a distraction— before returning to Paris. “I was saying that I meant to add something to my order and asked if you wanted me to get you anything,” she repeated, cocking a brow. “Though perhaps you’d prefer something that’s not on the menu. I’m sure I can set you two up… unless there was something else on your mind?”

well, someone knew – and someone clearly wanted to see what happened on camera between her and ezra and paris hadn’t once ever been scared that something could leak but the only way that it could was if they got through ezra first, right? unless ezra himself wanted to leak it – but paris didn’t think that he was that sort of guy. and then river texted her, so of course her mind was in overdrive and she was a little nervous something shitty could go down. it wasn’t like people hadn’t seen her fucking on camera before, for years in her youth she was making shitty porn movies under an alias, but this was different. this was something that was supposed to be private and she hoped that it’d remain that way. lost in her thoughts at mama rosa’s with her company she brought along for lunch, paris was zoned out and only came to when she heard them calling her name. “sorry, i didn’t get any of that. i was checking out the hot waitress behind the counter.” she said quickly, a lie, but who cared. “so what did you say?”

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?