* i am never on here omg..
* i am never on here omg..
( the bell rings through the air and everyone packs up, heading out to their respective places. books stack into his backpack and his violin is grabbed from the side before stepping out the door. his figure walking through familiar hallways, just about to stop and head through that same practice door like he had done all his college career— paused by the faint sounds gliding down the hallway. .. m͟u͟s͟i͟c ? feet move without any thinking, head just peering from the frame of the door before his heart skips more than just a beat. arabella. and she's playing the piano. well— she would be if the door he had slightly leant against hadn't made the loudest creak and he hadn't been caught like a deer in headlights. ) .... hi ?
@musicphiles ( god, she really hated the piano and everything that came with it. but why did her heart still yearn for it? to touch the keys and to create harmonies and sounds that weave around her and distract her from the overwhelming noise of.. everything. perhaps, she didn't hate the piano — but she hated the yearning and fondness she still had for it after everything; reminding her of memories kept locked in the very back of her mind. so that's why she lies every time she is asked. of course, she was good. it was arabella, after all — she was good at everything she attempts to do and that isn't even something to stroke her ego. but since it's arabella, good isn't enough. it was to be great or to be nothing at all. ) oh. ( was all that she could utter, silence passing them before a sheepish yet small chuckle stumbles. ) ah, thank you. i.. guess i can. but i quit for, reasons. i probably sounded a bit rusty. it's been /waaay/ too long since i've touched one of these bad boys.
@kiintsuqi ♯ ( notes had joined in a harmonious tune, fluttering about in the air with purpose just before his interruption. what he would give to hear her play again ... why would she ever stop? they talked about it maybe once, once in passing. she wasn't that good [ she claimed ]. and she was a liar? not that he was hurt ... so many people had so many lies for so many reasons. she'd tell him if it was any importance. maybe it was crippling self-confidence. but her tears ... how ocean drops streaked her skin, nose and features reddened with the sadness welling up in her eyes. it toys with him, it tugs at him in ways he couldn't have ever fathomed. ) no — ( ah. words. was she in need of comfort ? solace ? for this to be his forte was to be wishing on a miracle. any moment with the woman was appreciated. ) I just happened to be passing by. I practice in another room and I heard the piano from this one ... I was surprised to see you play it. ( one, two steps into the room. he keeps distance. ) you sounded wonderful. I thought you ,, couldn't play?
@musicphiles ( she hated the piano. she hated it ever since her sister was taken from her. she never dared to play it again since then, or even touch it, or even go near it. the instrument locked up in her old practice room, covered in a sheet and collecting dust. this goes for other pianos, too. she didn't even bother sparing a glance at it. so why did her body gravitate towards the pianoforte in the middle of the roo slender fingers glide across the vast keys, gently caressing them and creating beautiful sounds just from her fingertips. though, she abruptly stops as a loud creak echoes. she turns, glossy eyes going wide. ) who's ther — ..matt? ( surprise fills her senses. quickly wiping away the tears she didn't know formed. ) when did you get here? i'm sorry, i must've forgotten the time. i'll let you practice.
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NO OMG ... that is so heartbreaking I can't ... I love it. :) okay but why is that so them?? like I know they love each other to death but they're both so independent and used to such busy lives that putting their work first is second-nature and its just bound to fall apart like that ;(
NO YOUUUU ??? we're both so good at what we do who could be better ?! /lh absolutely no one it's impossible ( !! )
miss .. ? I believe this purse is yours? or — maybe not. I think it was you who dropped it, there is quite a crowd here.
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( she leans back in her seat, her little black dress definitely did nothing for her in the harsh cold. she inhales deeply and wafts in the scent at the process. shit. it smelled so much like him that she felt dizzy. her grip on her purse tightens, taking a few moments to compose herself before he gets in the vehicle. her head turns towards him when he does, her smile seeming to be permanent as she listened to him ramble. she blinks, almost giggles too. so this is how he was when he decides to not stay quiet. but on a more serious note, he was very right, especially with the not many prince charmings in her life. she'd never experienced being treated like this before, often times, she's used for things like sex or a rebound. she didn't really care, she got affection — but not the one she wanted. he was a first to many things. she finally releases a giggle after a moment of silence to her thoughts. ) why are you apologizing, silly! i rambled to you all night, i'm surprised you didn't even blow me off the moment i opened my mouth. it's okay if you ramble, i quite like it. i like hearing you talk. your voice is very soothing. ..ah, and yes! do you want me to type it on your gps? @musicphiles * hmmm okay u got urself a deal. PLS ITS OK ITS SO ADORABLEEEE smh forgive BELLA for squealing over the bare minimum. its funny but sad at the same time ☠️
( confusion waves over him for fleeting moments as he watched the woman before him grasp at her chest and mumble something that he couldn't necessarily hear. though the thought is waved off as soon as she steps inside the car, safe and out of the evening blows. it was all second-nature— his mother raised him right with everything she knew and a woman who treated him nicely deserved the world. it was what made sense. arabella talks just before he gently closes her door and moves to the driver's side, seating himself in comfortably before picking up where they had just left off. ) you like to flatter me too much .. i simply do what I feel is right. and you .. it is cold, women are told to wear non-acceptable clothes for this time of year and are expected to be warm. if people do not treat you like this, then I am sorry there are not many prince charmings in your life. ( his tone is somewhat somber, yet still kind. it is his way of caring for someone. not a smooth flirt, not to impress— it feels like the bare minimum. to think someone as sweet and kind as arabella is usually treated in the wrong way .. societal expectations irk him, if anything, the most. though— he doesn't mean to bring down the mood, a hand turning the volume in just the slightest like he's used to. soft jazz. ) I apologize arabella, I had no intention to ramble on. may i,, um, have your address to know where I am to be headed tonight? / I agree if we can go 50/50. final offer. BUT OMG .. say less .. & forgive matt for his little speech, his nerves are finally kicking in </3
( she would shudder the moment the night's cool breeze hits her face, subconsciously standing closer to the taller, seeking some type of warmth to protect her from the harsh winds. arabella would look around the almost empty parking lot, revelling at its tranquility. matthew really seemed to be a big shot, and she could easily maybe search information of him or ask around about him if she wanted to, but she didn't because what she wanted was to know him herself. the real him. at her own pace. they stop in front of what she assumed was his car when the slight slip of an accent replaced the coldness and burned her entire body. she blinks, unable to respond for a few moments. ) oh, god, my heart.. ( she'd whisper to herself, clutching at her chest. the sudden warmth that engulfs her takes her by surprise, but she quickly holds onto the coat obviously much bigger than hers. a soft chuckle would leave her as she stepped inside the vehicle. ) thank you, matthew. you're very kind. deserving to be a prince charming indeed. i really feel like i'm in a disney movie, except of course this is real life. i didn't even know prince charmings existed before you! @musicphiles * it is not, and u have to accept it :p AND YES homegirl deserves a lil kissy.. something that would keep her up all night...
☆ WOMAN IN STEM !
* this will be her info for now as i am currently working on her book (^.^) additional information: voice claim - lana del rey face claim - jessica alexander
arabella ambrosine ／ the phd student who's just trying to get through life and academia. twenty two - twenty six years of age (depending on year of phd program). intelligent and witty. shy but adventurous. softhearted but fierce. dedicated and hardworking. the lab's troublemaker. coffee = water. juggles a few part-time jobs. wears expired contacts. loves her worn-out red high-top converse.