#✩ ➝ jesper fahey. ( pistolslinger. )

[ragedagainst]

ONLY her ass? 🤨🤨🤨

fine . her rockin bod too. but not her lips so u don't get any kisses

[kyberborne-a]

@pistolslinger

he's not one to plan gifts like this — most of the time, jesper just buys things on impulse and shoves it at the recipient without much warning. but, he's taken his time to think this gift through: jyn was too much of a waste not, want not kind of girl, and certainly didn't have time for frivolous items. anything she wanted, she could get for herself. so, he's in a bit of a nervous pickle with this.

by the time he's actively sliding the wrapped box in her direction — it's too late to take it back and do it over. inside, she'll find a pair of sturdy new boots, knee length and heavy duty; the tips of the toes are steel, and the sides are fitted with slots for smaller daggers ( which jesper has carefully included ). under the boots, she'll find numerous pairs of gloves, some leather, some woollen, some made of fire - resistant material; most of them have no fingertips — however much jesper will grumble about the functionality of fingerless gloves, he knows jyn has an image to maintain. under that, too, is one final gift: a gold compass, small enough to hide away easily, with an inscription on the back. to help you find home again, whenever you need it.

" — happy holidays, " he says, cool as a cucumber despite his cheeks feeling very hot all of a sudden. " also, not that i care about tacky traditions, buuuut: there's mistletoe over our heads right now, and i heard somewhere that if you don't kiss, that's like, a year of bad luck. "

jyn can’t remember the last time she’d celebrated any holiday, let alone christmas. her childhood is often lost to her, locking up almost every memory she has from her days in lah’mu. and it had been difficult to celebrate anything properly with the partisans, always moving from base to base with little to no warning. she remembers one year she’d spent december 25th in an active war zone, fighting for her life as saw shouted commands in her year. a few years later, she’d spent the holidays in wobani, doing her best just to survive as her cellmate threatened to kill her each and every day.

normally, she wouldn’t treat this year any different, just go about it as she usually does –– picking up extra hours at work because people tend to tip better on holidays, taking her time to walk around the city so she doesn’t have to spend time alone –– but this year she has jesper ( and harold ) to think about. over the course of the past few weeks, she’s been painstakingly planning out a gift for him. all morning, she’d been pacing the floors of their shared flat, pent up with uncharacteristic anxiety. what if she’d done it wrong ? what if he hated it ? 

and it’s foolish to worry, she knows, because jesper’s the type of person to love anything she gives him –– a fresh box of bullets, a new pair of socks, a cooling cup of coffee she’d grabbed on her way out of work. but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s done something wrong, so out of her element that it’s hard to act with her usual air of confidence. 

mistletoe, though ? that she can do. 

“ well, we can’t have that, now can we ? ” rolling her eyes in mock-exasperation, she leans over the table between them and grabs him by the collar to yank him up in a proper kiss. it’s almost bruising at first but melts into a softer one as she slowly begins to feel at ease. jesper has an uncanny ability to calm her with his presence alone ; he doesn’t even have to do anything, just be with her, and she immediately feels safe. it’s not until she pulls back, smiling, that she notices the gift box on the table between them. 

“ you didn’t have to get me anything, jes, ” she scoffs as if she herself hasn’t also gotten him a gift –– her present for him is in the other room, underneath the drooping ( but hopeful ) tree. carefully, she unwraps the box, careful not to rip any of the wrapping paper in case it can be used again later. jyn takes the lid off gingerly, unable to hide the sharp inhale of breath when she sees what’s inside of it. 

reverently, she takes out the pair of boots that are resting on top, eyes wide with surprise. her fingers run over the leather, soft and flexible, seeking out the pockets already holding a new pair of knives. the toes are steel, perfect for well-placed kicks that can break bones, and the rubber on the bottom has good traction for running. she sets them down gently on the table, unable to say anything coherent, as she moves onto the gloves, eyes darting between the box and jesper, unable to believe that this is real. running her fingers over each and every pair, touched by the thoughtfulness of his gift. her own pair, though well-loved, are worn in ; she’s been needing new options for the past few weeks now, especially as they move into winter.

“ jes. . . ” she trails off, unable to say anything else as she scoops up the small gold compass at the bottom of the box. the inscription –– to help you find home again, whenever you need it –– is enough to have tear pooling in her eyes ; she clutches it to her chest as she tries in vain to hold them back, squeezing her lids shut tightly. she can’t remember the last time someone’s given her a proper gift –– saw giving her his blaster and knife back on tamsye prime before abandoning her probably doesn’t count.

her chest swells with love for him and with her free arm, she reaches across the table to clutch his hand in her own. “ i don’t know what to say, i –– ” she whispers finally, then shakes her head in disbelief. “ thank you. ” 

[shekindness-a]

sometimes i think a lot about the duality of ella’s relationship w/ some of the crows

[thebcstofus]

“  it’s okay if you need to cry. it’s just me. let it out.  ” from Jesper @pistolslinger​

Colm must have been out here much longer than he realized if Jesper came out to find him. Sometimes when he speaks to Aditi, he just gets so carried away with talking about what she is missing, usually praising Jesper so much, that he stays out here for hours. Coming out to her grave has become a bi-monthly occurrence, something that grounds him when he gets too into his own head.

When Jesper speaks, Colm takes his time standing up. He looks at his son with a smile of the warmest fondness. Where did all the time go? When did his boy become stronger than him in so many ways? He puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes.

“I miss her.” He doesn’t cry when he comes to Aditi’s grave anymore, but this time he tears up. “She would be so proud of you, you know?”

[fenixburnedarchived2]

@pistolslinger​​ said : " i'm sorry for all the secrecy today, but. i do have something to tell you, " jesper's heart is hammering in his ears as he holds the ring box out to marya. the ring inside isn't flashy or intricate; it's a simple band, gleaming rosy gold, engraved with a very important date. he is suddenly seized by worry at her not liking it, at thinking it too plain for wylan, too. fuck. get a grip, fahey.

taking a shaky breath in, jesper reminds himself, sternly — he can't do this without telling marya, that he loves and trusts her . . . and that he wants her to be included, whatever the outcome is.

one more slow breath in, and he stutters out: " i was going t — i mean, i'm hoping to ask wylan to marry me. when we get back to kerch. if . . . if you'll — if you give me your blessing. "

Her smile almost rivals the sun, as Jesper admits the truth. Marya has noticed that something was in the air and that he had something on his mind. Though this is perhaps the best reason she could’ve imagined. “Oh my dear boy, you really don’t need my approval in that matter. But there’s nothing that would make me more happy than have you in our family.” She reaches out her hands, one entwining with Jesper’s, while the fingers of the other trail the shape of the ring, feeling the cold stone. “It’s beautiful! I’m sure he’ll love it.” Nervousness still radiates from the Zemeni and she’ll do her best to soothe his worries. “Did you make it yourself?” After all Marya knows that he has a special gift when it comes to all kinds of metal and other materials. 

[merchlingsarc]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙺𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙰𝙼. once you enrol, the best way to make friends and enjoy the new academic year is to join societies and decide which accommodation you will live at for the rest of your semesters. the university of ketterdam is a hub for hardworking students and those looking to live the next few years of their lives to the fullest but don’t let the weekly events organised by the university or your fellow students to distract you from your studies! we wish you good luck and make us all proud. (edit)

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂: follow and post in the brainrot campus gv tag . mun must be over 21 to join, muses over 18 . duplicates are allowed with permission from the first mun . make sure to be nice and include everyone . non grishaverse muses can join if they have a verse. ocs are welcome and more than encouraged ! to join, dm me (merchlings) with the following information: mun name, age, pronouns / muse name, age, pronouns, wire. have fun !

𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂: wylan van eck : 18, he/him. written by @merchlings (ly. 23, she/they) jesper fahey : 19, he/him. written by @pistolslinger (nat. 27, she/they) inej ghafa : 19, she/her. written by @ineij (macy. 21, she/her) nina zenik : 19, she/her. written by @corpseralki (macy. 21, she/her) zoya nazyalenskaya : 21, she/her. written by @drakoroleva (macy. 21, she/her) kaz brekker : 19, he/him. written by @rietveild (leah. 21, she/her) nikolai lantsov : 20, he/him. written by @kcrclrezni (sarah. 26, she/her) gennadiya safina : 21, she/her. written by @krashaya (tas. 25, she/her) andromeda presley : 20, she/her. written by @appleyed (hailey. 21, she/her) david kostyk : 21, he/him. written by @daverialki (abby. 24, she/her) sirius black : 19, he/they. written by @askabound (ly. 23, she/they) matthias helvar : 21, he/him. written by @djelvar (alex. 31, she/her) nadia zhabin : 20, she/her. written by @zhcbin (abby. 24, she/her) eugene ( flynn rider ) kostyk : 21, he/him. written by @dreamwaited (abby. 24, she/her) malyen oretsev : 20, he/him. written by @biblade (eza. 24, they/them) tamar kir-bataar : 21, she/her. written by @solsoldats (eza. 24, they/them) alys anthonis : 25, she/her. written by @eversinging (nile. 24, she/her) marie dubrow : 21, she/her. written by @infernil (tara. 23, she/they) james potter : 19, he/him. written by  @braveswine (aggie. 21+, they/them) jyn erso : 21, she/her. written by @kyberborne (libby. 22, she/her) alina starkova : 19, she/her. written by @solsnkta (haley. 30, she/her) gemma buckley : 20, she/her. written by @enastrcs  (haley. 30, she/her) maddy mim : 19, she/they. written by @madnifcnt (reh. 21, she/her). jordie rietveld : 24, he/him. written by @jordhie (sage. 22, they/them) regulus black : 18, he/him. written by @betraeyer (sage. 22, they/them) bianca di angelo : 20, she/her. written by @morsquies (sena. 19, she/her)

[moltolavoro]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name:  casper aneurin fahey nicknames / aliases:   cas size: 6′ 2″ age: early to mid-twenties, verse-dependent zodiac: aries spoken languages: ravkan (fluent), suli (fluent), fjerden (passing), zemeni (basic)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

hair color:  black     eye color:  grey skin tone:  brown, warm toned body type:  tall, slightly underweight voice:  deep, gentle dominant hand: left    posture:  pristine immediately post-palace. he begins to slouch as time passes. scars: grisha-test scar on his arm. various small scars across his hands from failed experiments. a burn scar on his upper left thigh from an acidic incident  tattoos:  none birthmarks:  none most noticeable features:  eyes, hands (long, slender fingers)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

place of birth:  novyi zem hometown: cofton siblings: jesper fahey  parents: colm fahey ( father, alive ), aditi hilli ( mother, deceased )

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.

occupation:  former little palace soldier, currently dreg-adjacent  current residence(s):   ketterdam close friends:  jesper, matthias, nina relationship status: verse dependent financial status:  bad driver’s license: no criminal record: alleged in ketterdam, based on grisha status  vices:  pride

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

sexual orientation: gay libido: low turn-ons: outward care, kind touches, gentle words turn-offs: any harsh action, anything unexpectedly rough love language: physical touch, gift giving relationship tendencies: he doesn’t know yet 

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

character’s theme song: achilles come down ; gang of youths  hobbies to pass time:  as much as invention was the cause of so much pain when he was in the little palace, he really does love to invent. the more independence he finds, the more casper begins to push himself into inventing things that are beneficial rather than harmful mental illnesses:  anxiety, ptsd, prone to panic attacks left or right-brained:  left phobias: small spaces, intense heat self-confidence level:  low, but building

tagged by ; @pistolslinger tagging ; @pluresque ( hawk?? or druig ), @proditeur, @hellvar, @moonswove ( current brain biting oc )

[crowshoots]

fun little verse dump of a couple of verses i’m adding to my collection :] includes a brief description of pokemon au, twin au w/ @/pistolslinger, shapeshifter au, university of ketterdam au, + kh au! i also plan on adding a pjo au but i need to figure out what godly parent jes has bc im bouncing between like. four.

 if you’re interested in roleplaying with any of these, let me know in my interest tracker!

POKEMON AU: 

team: corviknight, toxicity (amped), garchomp, obstagoon, weavile, & gliscor. originally a trainer from johto from a farm just outside of azalea town. however, jesper was always restless, and he tried to put that energy into helping his da manage the farm with their pokemon. however, his da could find that it was driving him crazy and sent him out into the world. he’s visited various regions (hoenn, sinnoh, unova, and galar so far) but has since settled in galar for now, easily found in motostoke city, spikemuth or wyndon. the corviknight is in contact with his father.

TWIN AU:

elijah ronan fahey (eli, he prefers eli) is born two minutes after jesper fahey. he’s not zowa, but he thinks the same as aditi does - it’s a gift, and it’s wonderful, and it shouldn’t be sheltered away. even when aditi dies, even when colm almost seems like a ghost sometimes when the lights are running low, he keeps his head high. both of them help out around the farm, cook, keep things running when there’s a gaping wound - and eli agrees that it’s a chance of a lifetime that jesper goes to the university of ketterdam. he stays behind. he says that someone’s gotta watch da. 

SHAPESHIFTER AU:

a shapeshifter who had been warned not to use his powers so openly under the guise that someone might want to study him. jesper mostly stays in the same, human form, and many folks think that he’s entire human - except that there are instances where he shifts form/appearance to gamble on an endless tab. he has a capability to shift into an animal, but typically doesn’t unless he doesn’t want to be found. 

UNIVERSITY OF KETTERDAM AU:

this is pretty self-explanatory! this is an au where jesper doesn’t fall in hands with the dregs although he gets into some trouble on the streets sometimes. he’s still studying at the university, studying the grishaverse version of mechanical engineering with some interest in civil engineering. 

KINGDOM HEARTS AU:

originally from a smaller world where his da and him tended to a farm, jesper struck out on his own. although he’s tempted to jump from world to world, he’s in fact found himself in twilight town, the bustling place. he’s apart of an organization there that are all magic users, although he’s not an active member there and sort of does his own thing. 

[ragedagainst]

@pistolslinger​ said: “   no matter how traumatic the loss is, you only have so much emotional stamina. even grief can get used up.   ”

and what would you know of grief ?! she wants to lash out, to use her words to hurt and outwardly mirror the pain churning in her mind, but bites her tongue at the last second. while she has gotten to know him over the course of the past few months, there are still too many unanswered questions between them, his true age being one of them. when she is with him, it’s easier to pretend that she is not a hunter and he is not a vampire, that they are not sworn enemies and instead they can just. . .exist.

but the reminder that it had been a vampire who had killed saw feels as if a bucket of cold water has been dumped over her head. she wraps her arms around herself, both to hold and prevent her from lashing out with her fists. jesper hadn’t been responsible but the rational part of her brain has turned off, leaving her with only a pit of loneliness opening up in her stomach.

she has been abandoned again. 

she wants. . .fuck, she doesn’t know what she wants. she feels as if she’s going to break into pieces, to break beyond repair. she wants to be held so tightly that it keeps her together. she wants to be left alone but at the same time she doesn’t –– she wants jesper here but her people. . .god, they’re her people now, they’ll. . .

“ fuck you, ” she spits at him, the words practically leaping from her tongue. saw’s murderer is dead by her hand but her rage still boils beneath her skin, her anger too large for her body and bursting at the seams. “ how dare you come here and lecture me on grief ?! how dare you come here and fucking –– ! ” she chokes on a sob before she clamps back down on it, stifling it in her throat. all she wants to do now is lose herself in a fight, to let her body take over so her mind can’t think, but she has to be strong for her people –– she is their leader now, stepping up into the hole of saw’s absence. “ get out of my sight, ” she hisses, voice rising. “ get out of my fucking sight ! ” 

( but even in her grief, she knows this : the partisans will want blood. they will want revenge. she cannot let him be here when that happens. )

[kyberborne-a]

@pistolslinger said: he's cautious, now, so very cautious, about where he lets his hands wander. her wrists are off limits, and he toes the same boundary lines with careful consideration when he traces jyn's scars elsewhere; between running his fingertip up and down her spine, he leans in to plant soft kisses along her skin where he sees scars.

this kind of peace with her, hiding away together in a safehouse bed, has not yet lost it's novelty — he still delights in the unguarded way she lay next to him, still delights in the sense of safety it granted him, too.

" is this a new one? " he murmurs, following the scar line. " you didn't have this last week? "

here, in his arms, is one of the few places where jyn feels safe. for a few hours, she doesn’t have to think about the world outside of the small room they’ve holed up in, only focused on the brush of his warm fingers against her bare skin, a barely there touch ghosting up and down her back. it’s almost an exact replica of the scene a few weeks ago but there is no anxiety churning in her gut, only contentment. she knows that he won’t touch her wrists without asking first –– and should he do so, he’s one of the only people to whom she would say yes. the ever present chains that appear when she thinks about her manacle scars do not weigh her down when she’s with him. 

at his question, she twists her head back to see what he’s looking at. a freshly healed, though still an angry red, bullet graze that had scraped the side of her ribs ; from where she’s laying on her side, with him behind her, it faces up toward the ceiling, half-covered with bedsheets. “ oh, that ? ” she brushes off his concern, reaching down to grasp his hand gently at her waist before she puts her head back down on the pillow. it hadn’t been a bad wound but nik had made her get a medik to stop the bleeding anyway. once it’s fully healed, she doubts it’ll leave anything more than a faint mark. “ some asshole got a lucky shot in a few days ago but a medik patched me up fine. ” 

she doesn’t tell him not to worry about it because any new wound on his skin is enough to push her over the edge. speaking of which –– she shifts her position, flipping to her other side so she and jesper are now face-to-face. “ are you satisfied that i’m in one piece ? ” she asks wryly, quirking a brow. she, on the other hand, is not convinced –– especially not after she’d heard kaz describe the latest job the dregs had been on. she reaches out, skims a hand over his chest lightly. she needs to see with her own eyes that there aren’t any injuries gone untreated, that she knows he’s not in any physical danger. asks, never assumes, “ –– my turn now ? ” 

[shekindness-a]

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send and i'll give you four headcanons for our muses.    selectively accepting!

ella has a habit of absentmindedly playing with jesper's hands when she's nervous or anxious. specifically, will mess with whatever rings or jewelry he has on. it's almost sort of comforting to her and she'll look for his hand under a table or at her side when she's feeling anxious.

a common way for them to end the night is for ella to take him back to his room at the slat and go over any injuries he might have and she will heal them for him. whether it's a real injury or just a simple scratch, it just becomes another way for them to spend a little more time together at the end of the day.

god, eventually they end up having a couple dogs that they've rescued around the barrel. they have silly names and ella will sometimes carry them in her jacket to allow them time outside without getting into any trouble or getting lost. they're the best dog parents, thank you very much.

more often than not, ella is the big spoon. she likes to be able to kinda hug him like a little backpack even if he's a lot taller than she is. she sleeps with her head against his back and when she feels him becoming restless or feels his heart pick up, she helps to calm him down a little bit. he deserves at least a little bit of time to rest and be at peace. it's her chance to look out for him, for once.

[thebcstofus]

“ i was so worried— i thought i’d lose you.  ” from @pistolslinger​ to Wylan ! 

Blue eyes stare up at Jesper, so wide it was almost unnerving. “Why would you-” He cuts himself off with a cough and instead occupies himself by running his hand through red curls. He couldn’t tell if Jesper was being sarcastic, just teasing him like he does so often. Wylan beats back the tiny fluttering in his chest at the idea that Jesper was being genuine, he was as worried as he seemed. “Yeah, well - I’m alright, as you can see. I think my hair almost got singed off, but I’m alright.”

[merchlingsarc]

@pistolslinger​   said   :   wylan isn't buried with a ring. just his hands clasped over his chest, bare, holding nothing but a flower that would rot within the week.

wylan isn't buried with a ring, because they'd never made it that far; there had been no church, no gathering of friends, no vows. the box had never left jesper's bedside drawer, wylan didn't even know it existed — or, if he did, he was kind enough to never breathe a word of it to jesper.

which was a new kind of torture all on it's own. he could never say for sure now, whether they'd ever make it that far, whether wylan would've said yes or no, whether he'd have been wylan fahey or something else entirely by now. jesper sits, hands clasped as tight as wylan's, with his father trying to break the grip long enough to hold his hand, and watches them lower his boy into the earth. and all he can do is wonder, why did i stop taking chances. why did i not risk something just once more and ask him.

for him, comes the resounding answer. long ago, jesper told himself he'd stop taking wild chances when wylan came into question; he would no longer make plays he couldn't afford to lose. what a joke. what a great, cosmic joke that turned out to be.

when all the other guests start to rise, he doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't exhale. if he carries on with the ceremony, he'll have to leave at the end, and go home to a monument to what he'd just lost.

no, he'd rather just stay here, and listen to marya wail, until everything went dark. he'd rather stay here and think more on the what ifs, until reality didn't scare him as much as the missed chances.

my muse is dead. tell me how yours is dealing with it. ( accepting ! )

[intragic]

     eyes  lock  gently  onto  her  friend  .        twenty  four  hours  until  they  get  revenge  on  van  eck  .        her  mind  still  playing  the  same  broken  record  in  a  haunting  tone  .           would  kaz  still  come  for  me  if  i  was  broken     ?          she  knows  jesper  would  fight  for  her  ,       nina  too   .        she  looks  at  him  with  a  soft  frown  on  her  lips  .             ‘           i’ll  be  fine  ,       ghafas  don’t  use  a  net  .            ’           it  had  been  a  wide  discussion  until  the  plan  changed  to  help  the  grisha  out  of  ketterdam  .       looking  to  him  with  a  gentle  nod  .            ‘          are  you  getting  on  that  ship  too     ?          ’

sc   ft  .     jesper  fahey  .       @pistolslinger​  .

[dionadaiiraaa]

Paradise Lost was bustling with patrons. It was well into the night and Eden was working expertly alongside his lassies to meet the demand of drinks and food. Eden wouldn’t have it any other way. This was a long time in the making; an event for all to enjoy, and as a wonderful bonus, they would make a lot of money. 

Eden had hand selected the menu, the entertainment-- an orchestra that was well known in the barrel--an opera singer--a magician, and others who wanted to be apart of the event. 

What he was hoping for was people to remember the food and most importantly the drinks. He had imported a variety of wines, whiskeys, bourbons, and ales from all around the world. 

Eden was finishing up a man’s drink--a stiff ale from the countryside of Kerch.; when he spotted a familiar fellow. Eden offered a smile to Jesper Fahey and motioned for him to sit at the bar. 

“ Jesper Fahey.” Eden greeted and crossed his arms. “ Whit brings ye to ma neck oof the woods, mate? Whit will ye be drinkin’ tonight? Rum is a special tonight.” he said with a smile. “ Come and sit.” 

@pistolslinger​ S.C. 

[softersinned]

@pistolslinger said: “ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

Truth be told, it’s a fair question. He did arrive at her flat wearing what she can only describe as a sartorial tragedy; not that he usually dresses like this, but he did lose a bet, and Jesper, she has learned, is a man of his word. The three clashing plaids are a badge of honor, then, and somehow, he still makes them look good. Astoria would be jealous of how well he pulls it off if she was in the habit of losing those kinds of bets. Ha. Suck it, Fahey. 

          Despite her audience-free internal-monologue victory, she pouts, and she holds the dress to her chest with a sigh. “Anyone can give advice, gorgeous. It’s about whether or not the advice is good. And I’ll be honest with you, this travesty notwithstanding — ” And she really should be nicer, or Jesper’s going to make her dye her hair next time she does lose — “I trust you with this sort of thing. You always look good. Remember the week you wore all black and grey? Or the week you did exclusively jewel tones? Swoon-worthy. Decadent. Now, I need you to answer the question, and I need you to be honest.”

          And she sweeps the hat onto her head, floppy brim falling into place, and a pair of oversized sunglasses follow. She’s aiming for a carefree Audrey Hepburn look but she’ll also take fourteen year old who watched Roman Holiday and had an identity crisis in her mother’s closet if the former isn’t achievable. 

          “Do I go with this one, or the nineteenth century dandy coat?” There is a right answer.