#daisyedgxrjones

[paulcolms]

paul: terrifying in the best way. you know how opening night goes - full of anxiety until that curtain opens. knowing rebecca, i'm sure she'll make it work. she's a gem. paul: once, twice, as many times as you want. you know i would love to have you here with me.

daisy: i am so proud of you, babe. how was opening night?! oh i am begging Rebecca to get me in there, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. daisy: i miss you too. i do have a few weeks off, so i really hope to catch it more than once?

[paulcolms]

Paul was nervous.

Flying out to London had been a spur of the moment decision, wanting to support Daisy with her play before it came to a close and he missed out on the chance to see her do something she was clearly very passionate about. Had they talked about it beforehand? Not even a little bit and that was exactly why the nerves were eating at him. There was no denying that things were awkward between them at the moment, the tension forever present and reminding him of the rejection that he had faced with her. It should've been enough to drive him away and block her number, but Paul couldn't help himself. Even with the bitter taste in his mouth, he remained Daisy's number one fan. Every chance to talk about her was one he took, proudly bragging on the Gladiator 2 press tour about how much he adored her, subjecting Joseph to comparisons to the English actress every ten seconds.

Sitting in the very back of the theater, he watched the play in silence, standing to applaud when it came to a wrap, careful not to knock over the pile of roses on his lap. He had stopped in at a small flower shop beforehand, buying a bundle of red roses to present to the actress backstage afterwards, and that was exactly what he did. His eyes landed on Daisy and the smile was instant. "Hi." He greeted, hoping with everything in him that she didn't mind the surprise. He had missed his friend. "I know what you're thinking -- what the hell am I doing here? Couldn't help it. The play is ending so soon and I wanted to see it before it wrapped." Awkward pause, he presented the roses. "Bought these for you before I came. You were brilliant, Dais."

@daisyedgxrjones

[abelsarchives]

003 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 I 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 & 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲

Abel was on his way to London for a routine business trip, though his enthusiasm for the journey went far beyond corporate meetings. London had always held a special charm for him: the city’s vibrant energy, the eclectic mix of old-world charm and modernity, and yes — controversial as it might sound to some —the food. But this trip held a little more intrigue than usual. Waiting for him in the city was Daisy, a stunning 26-year-old British actress he’d first encountered at a lively bar one evening.

Their first meeting had been effortless, the kind of connection you don’t overthink. A few glasses of wine, an engaging conversation laced with humor and flirtation, and one thing had led to another. They’d spent the night together, and Abel had been surprised by how much he enjoyed the uncomplicated nature of their rendez-vous. It wasn’t weighed down by expectations or pretense — just two people savoring a moment. The sex was, of course, an undeniable bonus, and their chemistry in that department was undeniable. She’d earned a playful spot in his phone as ‘London Beauty’, and every time business brought him back to the city, he found himself looking forward to getting lost in their blissful, carefree interludes.

The thought of seeing her again brought a grin to his face as he arrived at his hotel in Canary Wharf — a sleek, upscale choice Daisy had recommended. Her taste, as always, was impeccable. Settling into his room, Abel pulled out his phone and sent her a message:

' I’m here, baby girl.'

It was only 1 p.m., hours before her show that evening, but Abel liked having time to unwind. The room’s clean lines and panoramic views of the Thames immediately put him at ease. Thinking ahead, he ordered room service for two—just in case Daisy hadn’t eaten yet. It was a small gesture, but he liked being prepared, especially when it came to making her feel special.

With everything arranged, he stretched out on the plush hotel bed, letting the anticipation build. Tonight wasn’t about complicated feelings or burdensome commitments. It was about being present, sharing a fleeting but fulfilling connection, and basking in the uncomplicated joy of the moment.

@daisyedgxrjones

[duaxofame]

hfrp connect -> daisy

dua: if going to concerts is one of your favourite things, i hope you've planned on attending one of mine as well. dua: i happen to be heading on the road in march and there's never too many beautiful people in the front row cheering me on xo. dua: thank you for the swipe right, gorgeous. made my entire day. how're you doing, babes? / @daisyedgxrjones

[paulcolms]

@daisyedgxrjones

She closes her eyes. He probably won’t be back, she thinks. Or he will, differently. What they have now they can never have again. But for her the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain she used to feel, of being unworthy. He brought her goodness like a gift and now it belongs to her. Meanwhile his life opens out before him in all directions at once. They’ve done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another. You should go, she says, I’ll always be here. You know that.

NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson, Hettie Macdonald

[glenpowcll]

daisy jessica edgar-jones...and yes i did use your full name...but i am here on behalf of one brisket powell. he is beyond bummed that you've forgotten about him after the press tour of twisters. he hasn't heard from you and has been sulking ever since. as brisket's father...it kills me to see him so sadden. how could you break a poor little dog's heart like so? // @daisyedgxrjones

[hollywoodfamerp]

@daisyedgxrjones here

EVERYONE PLEASE FOLLOW DAISY EDGAR JONES (LINKED ABOVE)!

[abelsarchives]

abel: hey. what's up london beauty? abel: i should make a stop in the city in two weeks. Will you be around to keep me company ? feeding me english's breakfast and talking to me dirty in that nice english accent? I damn hope so. @daisyedgxrjones

[paulcolms]

@daisyedgxrjones

sometimes I think I must deserve it. or else I don’t know why it would happen. why’d you never say any of this to me before? the whole time we were together, why did you never tell me any of this? I don’t know. I suppose I didn’t want you to think… I was damaged, or something. I was probably afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore

NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) | EPISODE 8

[davcorenswet]

You are going to have all the leverage here, I promise you. I tend to get emotional when I drink, so that is going to get me into some trouble. How have you been though, Dais? It's been too long, and I miss you. Working on anything that I am going to be able to see?

@daisyedgxrjones

Yes, yes it is. You are going to be Superman so I need to find some sort of leverage here. Oh, then it sounds like I am going to have lots of things to bank up with you.

[paulcolms]

paul: as you should be. these socks are a big deal.

paul: i wouldn't have minded coming to see it. even with all our history, you know i'll support you endlessly in everything you do. they don't call me the biggest daisy fan for no reason. i've done a few line readings with her, starting rehearsal soon. sounds like it's going to be a hell of a good time working with her.

daisy: now you have me excited. daisy: it's okay. i would not have expected you to come along. i am. yes, you guys finish off the third of rebeccas tenneesse williams plays she has fone for the west end. have you started working with her yet? she is a force and i love her.

[paulcolms]

paul: the hunt is on then. paul: ah, autocorrect. i was aware of the play and apologize for not coming to see it. how's it going? are you having fun? i'll be doing a play soon too. give or take a couple weeks.

daisy: honestly, my heart will not be complete until i have them!! daisy: thank you, i appreciate that. daisy: thank you. play, that meant to say play, stupid auto correct. i am doing cat on a hot tin roof in the west end. we still have two weeks left of the run.

[paulcolms]

paul: brb, on the search for penguin socks now. paul: would've felt wrong to toss them out so. paul: so do you, daisy. keeping my fingers crossed that 2025 is even better for you. oh? in a place for work or? fill me in a little here. if you don't mind, of course.

daisy: they are the best. if they had penguin ones, i probably would have got them. daisy: thank you, that means a lot that you kept it. daisy: good, you deserve all of that. to be good, have good work. yeah, things are good here too. i've been in a place since they start of december so wasn't really a relaxing Christmas this year.

[paulcolms]

paul: it's the little things. paul: some clothes and jewelry. nothing crazy but i didn't want to give it away in case any of it was important to you. paul: yeah, of course. things are okay. work is good, i'm good. just enjoying a post-christmas break. how are things with you?

daisy: listen, i am not going to come between a man and his hippo socks. i remember how excited they made you. daisy: yeah, that's what i thought. oh, i didn't know i had stuff there. yeah, everything is the same here. daisy:... am i allowed to ask how things have been?

[paulcolms]

paul: those hippo socks were a need, not a want. they go well with just about any outfit and i'm not willing to hear any arguments about it. paul: yeah, donating them would probably be weird in a sense. too much sentimental value there. send them on over and i'll send your stuff back too. is everything the same with you?

daisy: okay, thanks. daisy: it’s some sweaters, records, photos and those hippo socks you insisting on buying when we went to the zoo… daisy: if you don’t want them, i will but would rather is was back with you.

[paulcolms]

paul: oh. yeah, i do. everything is still the same. paul: can i ask what you found? if it's not too important then just drop it off at the nearest donation bin. no point in going through the hassle of shipping it.

text -> paul

daisy: do you still live at the same place? daisy: found some stuff at mums when i was cleaning out and will send it to you. @paulcolms