‘ JE PEUX vous aidez? ou vous juste aimez regarder moi? ‘ 

         SHE seldom visits the french theatre district, but being on tour she was forced to. she spoje the langue fine, she jut didn’t really like people period. it wasn’t HIS fault, per say, but she’d make it his.

witnessisms:

He’s noticed the woman staring at him
across the room. He expected her to tell
the manager but nothing. He was curious
a bit. Glad she didn’t notice the camera
he had concealed in his lap. His head lifts
up when he hears her voice. “I’m fine, I
mean I’m not I’m broke but I’m not here to
eat. I’m here to film.” He says gesturing
to the camera that is pointed at the couple
eating in front of him. “Thanks though, that’s
pretty damn nice of you.”

                                                                ‘ IT’S NOTHING really. ‘  

  she’s scrawling unidentifiable on her napkin now, having no reason to
  leave,   yet finding herself uncomfortable before the camera.  she had
  performed because she was GOOD at it,  it was anything but a desire
  for attention ( or so she told herself ). she just needed to save enough
  for tuition –––––––––––––––––––––––– it  was all she could hold on  to.  

                ‘ FOR WHAT, do you need to film in a coffee shop? ‘

              SHE’S BEENtrying to ignore him,   drinking her tea absentmindedly, glancing
                  to her watch which blared an hour until her call. she tends to minimize her speech
                  before shows anyway, the role itself was demanding vocally,  but she was hoping
                  by  the  end  of  her run she’d have saved enough to go back  to  school  anyway.
                  regardless,   it  irked  her that the man had sat there the entire time,  said nothing,
                  bought nothing.           she  let  out  a  slow  sigh  and  stirred  her  emptying  cup.

   ‘ CAN I BUY you something? you’ve been sitting her nearly forty minutes. ‘

arendelian:

                                        continuation of this 

     “ Right, about that––––––––
    Elsa’s kinda, y'know, sorta, not here. ”

            she's  FLUSTERED,  freckled  cheeks  flushing  with  colour
            at Evelyn’s brisk   attempts  at  dismissing  her.  but  Evelyn
            clearly underestimates her,  for  she's  far  too  STUBBORN
            to  follow   another's   orders,   far  too  KIND-HEARTED  to
            leave another in need, and so  she  stays  put.  she  hastily
            continues, glossing over the minor detail of Elsa’s absense
            with a  cheerful  smile,  her  perky  demeanour  unharmed
            by Evelyn’s, for lack of a better term, GROUCHINESS.

  “ But that’s okay, you’ve got ME! ”

                OF COURSEshe wasn’t.    how could she be so damned  foolish    , elsa
                     was away,  on business. all weekend. her head SPUN,   hand reaching feebly
                     for her forehead, but then falling back to her lap.   she couldn’t make a scene
                     of her weakness, her fright. not in front of anna. she forced a composed look
                     to  her  face,    raising  her eyes again to the  agonizingly  optimistic  redhead.

    ‘ RIGHT, THANK you, anna, really. would you
      mind –––––––––––– getting me a glass of  water? ‘

veinsofcinder:

schrrecken  &  justtoliveoneday.   ( x )

                                        ❛   oh,  the  view !   …  it’s  just  breathtaking.   ❜
                  ❛   it  must  be  so  lovely  to  wake  up  &  see  this  every  day !   ❜

       ‘ IT GROWS old after a short while, as anything does I suppose. ‘

wiinterempress:

           ❝ nope. she definitely did not. not me. nope. ❞

              elsa’s quite tempted to toss one of theo’s toys at her friend, but she
              resists only because her son is in her friend’s arm. instead, she gently
              slapped elana’s arm as her laughter echoes. theo, as usual, smiles as
              she laughs & reaches for her. 

              with her son in her arms once again, she hands him his toys. she isn’t
              surprised when he reaches for the penguin & hugs it tight as he places
              his head on her breasts. she presses her lips on his forehead for a kiss.

            ❝ okay maybe she did get it from me.
                                   & a few others, but those people deserved getting
                                   a new a — getting ripped a new one. ❞

                she  shoes  malky  of the worn old sofa before plopping  down  on
                it, watching with amusement as theo cuddles into a plush penguin
                and begins dozing off against elsa’s chest. while elana had always
                been ROUGH and curt,   elsa was soft,    and most certainly had a
                ( m o t h e r l y ) quality to her. she was perhaps the ONLY person
                who  had ever worn elana down enough to let herself be  touched,
                protected.     she   was  certain  those kids  were  in  good   grasp.

     ‘ oh yes, THAT I am quite sure of. in fact, teach helena
       to   flip them off  FOR  you.               that’s what I’d do. ‘