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 ❥ came back for you, tag: erin/owen
serenity riley davies
 Posted: Oct 24 2016, 08:47 PM
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'Cause deep down I'm broken
If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that she was on the bank of the Mississippi instead of sitting by the ocean.

Having a towel under her so that way she couldn’t feel the sand helped with that illusion. It helped her to pretend that she was just back home, that she was sixteen again, that nothing was ever wrong and she had just come back from a day of listening to those swindlers tell their tales to the tourists, listening to them tell her some new snippet of a tale that they had heard or made up just for her ears, or so they said but she knew better. She could pretend that the sun would never set on the day and it would just keep going on, like that, lazy and easy.

But it wasn’t like that. And the river didn’t have waves that crashed upon the sand and made a sound that was distinctly the oceans. She smiled a little bit at her folly and leaned forward to prop her chin on her knees and shifted her feet to dig her toes into the sand, feeling the gentle abrasions as it gently scraped across her skin.

It was just easier to pretend for a little while.

Maybe that was why she spent her time in the land of stories? Well, now anyway. Once it had just been because they entirely fascinated her. These worlds, these adventures. She wanted to be a part of it all. She guessed she had forgotten that the characters usually experienced great loss and tragedy before it all began. Aybe that meant that she was going to be going off on a grand adventure soon. She shifted her stance so that it was her forehead propped against he rknees.

She knew that her thoughts were only going round and round in this weird pattern because she was nervous. She was waiting for her brother to appear and sit with her. She had come here to actually be with her brother but she always was a little bit nervous each time. She was a little broken and so was he, so what if their broken pieces not mesh this time? But they usually did. And she usually got to tell her stories. And he usually didn’t mind when they were just quiet.

And that was nice. Telling the stories and talking and bonding again.

She liked that.

It was nice to like that, truth be told. It was nice to like a thing. Like she liked her stories. Like she liked the bookshop. She heard a noise behind her and lifted he rhead to look over her shoulder and see a familiar face, mostly familiar anyway, she had been so small before but it was getting familiar again. Owen. She tilted her head a bit and patted the spot in the sand next to her. ”Hey big brother” she greeted, easily. She still sometimes hated the sound of her own voice, but at the same time, she liked using it here. To talk to someone she thought that she had lost.

That was a good way to use it, wasn’t it? Even if it was all mixed up with too many accents. Oh well. She wondered what would happen today. If they would talk. If they would be quiet. She had spent the earlier part of today sitting in her new apartment and thinking, and writing, and laying back in her bed. So that probably meant she was up for talking. She hadn’t done it yet. It would also be up to him of course. Duh. She smiled a little at the thought. Mostly. Because if she decided that she wanted to talk she would definitely be too stubborn to stop.

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owen louie valentin
 Posted: Nov 1 2016, 10:19 PM
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”Hey, sister,” he replied with a soft smile as he laid out his towel and settled next to her where he planned to remain for a while. He didn’t know what they were going to bond over today, but it was a guarantee that it was going to happen. Since coming back, Serenity was the one family member that he had the easiest time bonding with. They seemed to understand each other more than anyone else. They both knew what pain was like and they both knew what it was like to be lost and trying to find themselves.

”How are you?” Laying back on the towel, Owen let the sun warm his skin. His blue eyes glanced over at his sister. Resting his hands on his chest, he tried to relax, shifting so the sand contoured to his body making it a little more comfortable. If the sand remained this comfortable then they would be able to stay for quite a while.

”Have you done any writing lately?” Owen hoped that her writing would help her figure things out more than it had helped him figure things out. Despite writing down in journals, he didn’t feel that it helped him remember parts of his past or grown accustomed to not remembering parts of his life. But, Serenity was more of a natural writer. He figured it would help her more than him in the long run.

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serenity riley davies
 Posted: Nov 6 2016, 04:42 PM
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'Cause deep down I'm broken
Serrie watched as her brother laid out his own towel and returned her greeting, with a small smile. She was happy to see Owen. In truth, it often felt like seeing him again for the first time, like a miracle. She still expected him to not really be there, no matter how long it had been. It made her feel a little jolt each time she saw him. Partially in feeling odd that she had thought him gone and now he wasn’t and partially because, well, it almost felt like cheating death. Too bad that couldn’t been done so often but she would be happy with the one time she had gotten it. Most didn’t.

It helped that they were both a little broken. She wondered, if she had seen him before she had felt a little broken, if she might have reacted differently to his return. But that wasn’t here or there, was it? She wasn’t grateful for being broken but she could appreciate that it gave them something of a bonding point that so was he. In his own way. Though his worried her sometimes, with the memory bit.

But that probably came from being a story teller and not knowing what she would do if she had to have that happen to her, probably. She almost smiled at the thought but instead shook it off.

How was she? She stretched out her legs before bending them at the knees again, propping her arms on to and then her cheek on top of her arms so she could look over at her big brother. How was she. She hummed softly and thought about the question. She could give the polite answer. She wasn’t sure if that was the one her big brother wanted. She had been bad at social niceties even before this though, she simply was… eccentric. So she spoke the truth, why not? ”I don’t think I’m much of anything, today, but that’s better than being sad,” she said, with an honest shrug.

”But how are you?” she wanted to know that too. The honest answer, not the polite one. It was easier to worry about another person rather than have yourself worried over and it was nice and distracting to do, really. She bit her lip for a moment before relieasing it. She could easily go into tales an stories and fables about people that worried so about others but no, that was a nervous habit and she was going to sit on it!

Any writing. That was an easier question. Serrie ha dalways wanted to write but now she was wondering if she would always be better at the spoken word, ironic now, than the written one. But she tried. ”More reading and planning my writing than actually getting the words down, I confess” she said, trying to push herself to speak a bit more, and not give one word answers. She hated the accent she had so carefully acquired with an entertained air for years, it brought too much attention, but it was just the pair of them so there shouldn’t be any harm of it!

”What have you been up to?” see? Indeed. It was a talking day, she supposed. Or at least, a talking start. She was trying to speak and trying to be personable and trying to be herself. She was sure she didn’t make it easier for him to remember anything with her in it with her not being herself, and that made her want to push a bit more and that was at least a little bit healthy, wasn’t it?

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owen louie valentin
 Posted: Dec 9 2016, 08:51 PM
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There was understanding in his eyes. He flashed her a quick smile before his gaze drifting down to the sand. Nodding in further understanding, he tapped his fingers on his chest in quick succession, stopping just as soon as he started. He hoped with more time that his sister would get better to where she wouldn’t be sad and she wouldn’t be nothing, but where she would actually be happy. Serenity deserved that much.

”I’ve been okay.” Adjusting wasn’t easy, but he thought he was doing well. ”Tina’s been helping me with everything.” Informing him on what he missed, assuring him that he was doing well and everything was going to be okay. Tina accepting him back into his life was a blessing. He couldn’t remember much about her, but he could easily see why they were going to get married.

Owen wasn’t a writer, he didn’t understand how difficult it was for his sister to write what she had imagined. Painting wasn’t the same. He would start with an idea and if a mistake happened and everything changed, he went with it hoping he would still create something beautiful in the process. ”What ideas do you have?” He didn’t know if it would help her to talk about it when someone else, but he thought it was worth a shot if she was willing to discuss it.

Sitting up, Owen pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms to rest on top of them. ”Work mostly.” He said with a little shrug. ”Other than that I’ve been trying to catch up on things I missed. Movies, books, you know. And painting.” Owen chuckled with a perfunctory shake of his head. ”I’m not very good at it, but it’s calming. I think I’m going to try and follow along with Bob Ross soon.”

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serenity riley davies
 Posted: Jan 2 2017, 04:08 PM
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'Cause deep down I'm broken
Serrie settled into the sand, feeling the warmth of the sun and letting it warm her bones. And she gave the honest answer… and was glad to hear that Owen gave her the same. With family, shouldn’t you be able to do just that? Of course, she often gave the polite one with family, but it depended. Whatever. He’s been okay, she nodded, glad to hear that. And even happier to hear about Tina. She smiled a bit. ”That’s good. You two are good? I like Tina” she said, resting her head back on her knees again. She was curious, and wanted to make sure cause… like she said, she liked Tina.

It was good that he had someone who was helping as much as Tina could too. She was probably the best to help, wasn’t she? He deserved that, and she was pleased to hear it. Probably best to help memory wise too, for the majority of stuff. That was good. She smiled a tiny bit at the thought, glad today felt more like a talking day. Helping with everything. She settled with that thought, she was certainly happy to hear it

But he was asking her about her writing and she was ashamed to admit that she hadn’t actually gotten much done in that area lately. That was a bummer. She felt like it was easier said than done. She preferred, in some ways, talking it out like a story teller but bard wasn’t precisely a job these days and with the attention her odd jumbled accent got her, she hated to speak too much these days like she used to back when she was younger, telling stories on the banks of the Mississippi for her friends to pass the time. It was harder to write it all down. She grumbled a bit about it.

She opened her mouth to speak and then realized that the words she was about to say were ‘do you remember’ and stopped herself. Well that would have been cruel. Instead: ”When I was younger, I used to wander around collecting tales from people that were working in Jackson Square if they had any. It’s kind of an homage to those, I guess.” She just felt like she was doing a poor job in paying them homage lately, it felt like it wandered with no clear aim. She was working on it.

She was smiling again to hear that he was painting, while catching up on things. She was curious about that. ”What are you painting? I’m glad. Calming is good and practice makes perfect” she said, nodding a little bit. She was glad to hear that, and would totally like to see it some day. Catching up though, that sounded interesting for all that she hated that he had to. That was no fun. But still, all was good if he was catching up. She thought about it, but then shrugged. ”I’m sure Bob Ross will help” he was the tree guy, wasn’t he? She wasn’t quite sure.

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owen louie valentin
 Posted: Jun 8 2017, 11:57 AM
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Owen carefully listened to everything she said. It was a story about her past, something he didn’t remember and longed too. He hated not being able to remember things. Especially in moments like this. They could reminisce and maybe he would be able add onto it and give her a few more ideas if she was lacking. But, he was coming up short.

As he always did when it came to his past.

”That sounds like it will be nice,” he told her with a little smile. ”I’d like to read it when it comes out.” Even if he didn’t remember where some of those tales came from, he was going to support his sister. What he had read, it was clear that she was a talented writer. Owen didn’t know if other people realized that, but he hoped they did. ”I’ll review things if you need me too.”

Shrugging, he looked at her. ”Mostly landscapes.”With his skills, he thought it was best that he stuck with landscapes. While they didn’t look great at least they weren’t too abstract looking because that wasn’t his style. He preferred more realistic things. ”I may do something else eventually, but right now I like doing the landscapes.” Glancing at her, he noticed she seemed to be thinking about something. ”Would you want to paint with me sometime?” It would be a quiet way for them to spend some time together and maybe in the process they would get to know each other a little bit more. ”The videos I have seen he is easy to follow along with.” Shrugging, Owen didn’t know if Serenity would be up for it, but he hoped she would. Or that they would be able to figure out something to be able to do together.

notes: i can't make a big enough apology for taking so long! i'm super sorry!



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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 04:10 PM
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”I’d like that a lot,” she agreed easily when Owen said that not only would he read it when it came out, but that he would also review some things if she liked. Siblings were likely to tell you the truth about your writing, right? At the very least she had a feeling her other brother would and she thought Owen would as well. She needed more people going over her stuff, giving her opinions before she sent it over to her agent, and of course she wanted people reading it once it was out. That was the idea behind the writing.

She just had to actually get some writing done. She had a hunch she would soon be able to five in, it just hadn’t been the most wonderful week for progress lately. But she was feeling a bit more unwound here on the beach. A bit more unwound talking to her brother, seeing that he was doing well and confirming that she was. Or at least she was in neutral but that was totally well. And getting better each day. Seemed the feeling was mutual too.

Mostly landscapes. She nodded. She was sure that that would be nice, and if it was relaxing and such that it didn’t matter if it was hopeless, it was doing what it should do! She smiled a little bit. ”Well, if you like doing them than you should stick with them,” she agreed, nodding a little bit. Seemed like solid advice. If you like it, stick with it. She had never thought of painting before like that, though most creative outlets were good for relacing, weren’t they?

Would she liked to paint with him sometimes? She blinked and it shocked a small laugh from her, she hadn’t been expecting that. ”I’m sure it’ll be hopeless on my end,” she had never picked up a paintbrush before, not once. She had watched plenty of times, and back when she was growing up there was plenty of painting to see, but she herself? He said that the videos were easy to follow along with though… she thought about it for a little while, not wanting to just say yes or no before thinking it over. Eccentric she was, always. And weird at conversations. ”Well, why not. Okay. I’ll give it a try” she confirmed, after letting herself think it over.

If her current creative outlet was currently dodging her, why not pick up another? She smiled a little and carded the fingers of one hand through the sand. ”What made you think of taking up painting?” she asked, curious about what had brought it to mind, and wanting to know a bit more about her brother. Of course she did!



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