saw you in the lowlight ; OPEN.

[maplefournier]

& YOU'LL COME ALONG BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR FACE

& I'LL ADMIRE YOUR EXPENSIVE TASTE

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MORNINGS AT THE FOURNIER LOFT were probably not what was considered normal for two seventeen year old kids. most kids, on a day like this, would be sleeping in to about eleven am. most parents would walk into their teen's bedroom, poke their shoulder feebly until the kid woke up, and then start whining about how messy the room was, and how they should get up to their chores, etc. that's why it was so different at the fournier's. it was roughly 6.15am when maple began to gain consciousness, and it was a comfortably slow process. she recognized the familiar weight of noodle's tiny body curled into the junction of her neck and shoulder, recognized the scent of ash's pillow, recognized the – wait. ash's pillow? eyes still closed, maple scrunched her face up a bit in concentration, trying to remember why she was in ash's bed and not her own. oh yes...the nightmares. lately she had been crawling in next to ash at odd hours during the night, clutching his spare pillow and whimpering incoherent strings of fearful words. she supposed that last night had been no different and, relieved, she hummed in comfort and stretched her arms above her head, dislocating noodle in the process. the tiny animal, now very rumpled, stood up and swayed on his feet while maple sat up. she got out of bed, snatching up noodle as she started across the room. upon reaching the door, she heard why ash wasn't in bed when she awoke. the baby grand.

MAPLE WALKED OUT AND A lovely sight greeted her eyes. ash was seated at the piano, hands dancing, eyes closed. she could barely think straight, his music was so beautiful. “i don't know your face no more,” he switched from classical to modern, “or feel the touch...that i adore.” she closed her eyes and listened to her brother singing. keane. she should've known. it didn't take her long to get caught up in it, and she joined in, closing her eyes with ash and singing along with him. “i don't understand your heart. it's easier to be apart.”

[/color] ash's eyes immediately opened, his fingers ceased their movement, and he turned his head to face maple with a small smile. “morning. your hot water is ready on the stove.”[/color] maple beamed, “ah, thanks ash. and sorry about last night...hopefully they won't last much longer.”[/color] ash's smile faded, “maple...maybe you should see someone about them. i know we don't believe in that stuff, but really, I hate to see you like this. you can crash with me as long as you need, but i feel bad.”[/color] she smiled, “thanks. i'll be fine, though.”[/color] he looked skeptical, but let her continue to the kitchen area for tea, as he continued playing piano.

SHE LOVED HER BROTHER THE way that twins love each other in storybooks and disney movies. they were incredibly close, which explained why it was normal for her to sleep in his bed when she was scared or to be so attached to him in general. sure, they were twins, so they naturally had a special connection. but the way they were raised made them dependent on each other; ash was such a big brother type. kids back in princeton learned quickly that to mess with maple was a severe mistake, because messing with maple was messing with ash, and ash had enough older friends and influence to make any sort of slander to the fournier name a serious crime. it was nice, really, and maple appreciated all of the attention and protection. she was used to it by now, but still loved the way ash looked out for her – the nightmares, the tea. everything he did, it was like he did it for her. she loved him, and she could tell he loved her. plenty of people across the planet would change their lives if given the chance. change their families, or their histories, or their living situations, or their looks. maple wouldn't change a thing.

MAPLE HAD CHOSEN TO DRESS down for the day. a red cardigan with a cute pattern, some pale shorts, a bow in her hair, some flip flops. her hair cascaded gently over her shoulders in soft curls that wavered in the beach breeze. it hadn't been long since she and her brother had moved here, but she already loved this place. the pier. today she had her pastel polaroid camera with her, hanging around her neck and waiting in her hands to be used. out here, anything felt possible. of course, not everything could be easily accomplished in valkyrie, california. i mean, individuality wasn't exactly abundant here, but on the pier, with the wind in her hair and on her face? man, she could never give this up. the only thing that was bothering her was the loneliness. she knew it wouldn't be too long before she made plenty of friends, but right then, as she looked around her at all the unfamiliar faces, she couldn't help but feel a little dampened. the mood, however, didn't last too long. it was seven in the morning! the air was cool and the dark clouds above were a great indication that it would soon be raining. she loved the rain on the beach, and she loved taking photos of the angry thunderclouds rolling over the water. it should be a nice morning.

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tagged ,, open. (:
words ,, nine hundred nine.
music ,, various keane, hellogoodbye, and owl city.
other ,, whoever replies is my hero! haha <3 also her outfit can be found here!
credits ,, charzard at caution

[Haldan Gregory]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Olive's barking filled the Gregory residence. Haldan was still lying in bed, sprawled out like a cat in the sun (although he would rather the sun not be shining into his room right now, and thankfully it wasn't). The boy was dead asleep, but after hearing the noisy barks from his rat terrier he was now slightly awake. He groaned and rolled over, the bed sheets twisting themselves around him. His door creaked open, yet he heard nobody. It was forgotten quickly and ignored, that was until there was the acute pitter-patter of paws on the floor. Then he was surprised by the rapid licking of Olive's tongue all over his face. He laughed. "Ugh! Okay, okay girl! I'm up, I'm up!" he surrendered. The small dog jumped back, panting with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. She barked a couple more times as if to say, "Now come on, get out of bed." As Haldan sat up slowly, watching Olive jump off his bed and scamper out the door into the hallway, he noticed his sister Emma, who was now standing in the doorway. How long had she been standing there? He shook the thought from his mind.

"Finally decide to get up brother?" she asked, giggling a little and smiling. Her arms were folded over her chest and her long brunette locks were pulled up into a loose ponytail.

He grinned tiredly at her. "I didn't really have a choice," he said, raising an eyebrow. She just stood there leaning against the door frame, a smile on her face. Then after rolling her eyes at him in that I-can't-believe-you way, she told him that breakfast was ready, and left. He sighed, stretched out his arms, and heaved himself up from his bed. His body felt like it had gained 200 more pounds. He really did not feel like getting up from the comfortable bed that was calling out his name to come back already. But the boy chose to leave it surprisingly and followed his sister out into the kitchen. The aroma of scrambled eggs, bacon, and french toast filled his nostrils and tickled his taste buds. Yum. His aunt was a great cook. Haldan took a seat at the counter where his aunt had set out a plate for him.

"Glad to see you're finally up Hal," Trisha greeted him.

Haldan just nodded, already digging into the delicious food, and it was absolutely amazing! "So um, I think I'm gonna head down to the pier later," he stated, taking a swig of orange juice. He glanced up at his aunt to see what her reaction would be, because sometimes she just doesn't let him go out. All she did was nod repetitively. "Um, so it's alright that I go, right?" he questioned, raising a brow because he didn't know for sure what the constant nodding of his aunt's head meant exactly. Then she whispered a low 'yes' barely audible, but he knew he had heard it, definitely, because he watched her mouth move, unless he was just seeing and hearing what he wanted.

"I'm leaving!" the eighteen year old yelled as he walked out the door after he had finished his breakfast, grabbed his camera out of his room because he didn't like to go anywhere without it, and waved a 'see ya later' to his sister. He could've taken his aunt's bonney, but he was in the mood to walk. Plus, the pier wasn't that far of a walk anyways. He had his canon camera strapped around his neck. The sun was now shining happily in the sky, even though it was still a bit early, seven in the morning. Although, some dark clouds were inching toward the big, bright yellow ball threatening to cover it up. That meant there was a possibility of rain. He was shocked to find himself being up so early since he usually sleeps in till about nine, ten at the latest unless he's really really exhausted. What in the world he was doing out and about at this time of day, he honestly did not know. He looked down, noting his normal attire: a stone gray t-shirt hidden underneath a thin dark grayish purple sweatshirt with black/dark gray stripes moving across horizontally, grayish jeans, his favorite converse oxfords, a leather corded necklace he always wears, and a live strong wristband. Nothing too different about him today.

When he arrived at the pier, he was bewildered. He did not have a clue what to do or why he came. He had planned on maybe snapping a few pics, but as he walked in, nothing caught his interest. That was until he saw a peculiar girl with long brunette hair wearing a red cardigan, shorts, and a bow in her hair. The bow was rather big, at least larger than most girls he saw wearing bows in their hair. But what intrigued Haldan the most was the antique-looking polaroid camera she held in her grasp. Being the confident, friendly person that he was, he stepped towards her. Her back was to him so he tapped a finger on her shoulder. "Hey, nice polaroid," he greeted, as he waited to capture her attention on the patient camera that was readied to snap a photo of her reaction as soon as she turned around.

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tagged: maple !
word count: eight hundred sixty nine !
notes: DONE !
outfit: click !
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !

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