#she doesn't really let herself think about what monique turned into

[divinesorciere]

i've talked about this before but i still think about the fact that any and everything davina knew before the harvest got completely ruined. her big sister borderline mother figure (jane anne) allowed her and monique to be sacrificed, even though davina thought she found solace from her mother in that family only to find out jane anne was just as devoted. when monique came back, she hated davina even though davina had spent ages mourning her. even cassie and abigail, despite her not being best friends with them, hated her. all of her peers were mad at her for not fucking dying, essentially. her entire life got ruined in one night and she had to just.. cope. sure, she gained marcel and josh and cami and kol, but there's always a part of her that would've loved to have them and keep the family she knew before.

[viilpstick]

Alright this is me trying to do something nice for you that aren't just drawings! Since you always write for me I wanted to write for you as well<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> bless @justm3di0cr3 for helping me with the idea for this<3

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"I… I really don't understand why this is necessary…” Monique said quietly as Perse looked through the stalls filled with clothing, ordering her to stay still and stop whining in her ear.

“Oh shush. You might have intricate and wonderful designs but what use do they have if you yourself don't try to dress appropriately?” Vil said, walking closer to the two women and looking at Perse right after. “So?”

“I found something that might fit her nicely, Vil.” The tan girl said, picking out a flowy dress with a flower pattern. She looked at her idol with hopes of having made a good choice, and Vil inspected the dress carefully, taking a look at Monique who felt her cheeks go pink. What, they wanted to put her in that?

“What do you think, Monique?” He asked, taking the dress and putting it in front of her, inspecting a bit more. “Do you like it?”

“W-well… hm… Perse?”

“Don't look at me, belladona. He asked for your opinion, not mine.” she said, shrugging right after.

“If you're not comfortable we will look for something else, but we're not getting out of here until we find an outfit worthy of you.”

Worthy? Of her? Monique felt a sense of embarrassment. How could that dress, that beautiful dress be worthy of someone like her? Of someone like Perse, perhaps, she was way prettier than her, she deserved that dress way more than-

“You like it, don't you?” Vil asked as Monique's eyes went wide. He smiled at her and turned to Perse. “Dear, what kind of jacket would you think would fit her and this dress?”

“Well, a leather jacket would bring nice contrast but considering belladonna's looks…” she turned and looked around, grabbing a soft beige cardigan. “I think something softer might fit better.

“Wonderful. Thank you for the help.” Vil grabbed the cardigan and gave both pieces of clothing to Monique. “Go and dress yourself, potato. We’ll be waiting here to see how it turns out.”

Monique stared at the outfit and looked at Vil and Perse. She opened up her mouth to say something but Perse hurried her to the changing room, not giving any chance for her to say anything about the subject.

As the two waited for their friend to get out, they pair stayed silent until the sound of a notification was heard. Perse sighed in annoyance as she hardly took a minute to read the message.

“Idia?”

“Don't even get me started. He hasn't been letting me breathe ever since I told him I would watch a show with him.” Perse sighed, putting her phone away as Vil chuckled.

“You two are awfully close. And with the way you talked to him after his overblot, well…” Vil started, making Perse hide her face in embarrassment. “One could say you're quite interested in him.”

“Please, Vil, don't say that out loud. It's embarrassing.” After clearing her throat and recovering herself, she looked at the man with a smirk. “One could say the same thing about you and the belladonna flower changing right now.”

“Well, the difference between you and I, my dear, is I'm not interested in hiding my affections.” He stated proudly, though his face betrayed him by the tint of pink on his cheeks. “I am indeed interested in Monique. She has a distinct style, something about her seems different.”

“...you said her sense of style was awful. Isn't that why we're here?”

“No. We’re here because she has a unique style, yet she doesn't seem to want to dress herself in a way that shows said style.” He explained, staring at where the girl walked. “I want her to feel confident and sure of herself to dress the same way she designs.”

Perse stared at her idol for a while more, her lips slowly smiling. She was glad. It appeared that he had found someone truly wonderful.

She would cheer for them for sure.

“Hm… I'm not quite sure about this…” a voice makes itself known, and they recognize it as belonging to Monique as she finally shows herself. The cardigan made a nice contrast to the fitted look the dress gave her, and Vil smiled.

“You look wonderful.” He complimented, getting closer to her and messing with her hair, trying to style it in a way that would complement the outfit. Monique went red, feeling every part of her body where Vil touched her burn. “Still, you're missing something… hold still.”

Vil looked through his belongings, finding a small lipstick. A light pink shade, perfect for the natural look the dress gave her. The blonde grabbed her chin and held it high, staring to apply the lipstick to the girl's lips.

Monique couldn't breathe, he was so close and the way he held her was so gentle, so careful… she felt like she would explode at any minute. She swore she heard a chuckle from Perse.

“There.” He said, finishing the job and holding her face in between his hands, smiling fondly at her. “You’re truly a sight to behold.”

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I AM CRYING SO HARD. OF HAPPINESS. BUT STILL YOU ALL ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME </33333

THIS IS SO CUTE, SO SO SO CUTE. THE WAY VIL TALKS ABOUT MONIQUE'S STYLES 💜💜💜💜

HE APPLYING THE LIPSTICK ON HER.

STOP YOU ARE MAKING ME KICK MY FEET

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Kicking my feet, giggling, smiling from ear to ear, hugging my dog (he hates me for it), crying, getting overload with the fluff

AND OML PERSE BEING SUCH A CUTIE <33333

THIS IS NOW MY BED TIME STORY, MY FAVORITE READING EVERYTHING RAAAAAAAh

Mah (and Addie who helped Mah), thank you so sosososos much, I am actually so happy getting something like this in my inbox, you are the sweetest 💜💜💜💜

[diary-iguess]

wahppn

J: nothing bad it was just really hot and i changed clothes twice

wake up 7 o clock for my interview, eat one piece a bread and some orange juice

ace di interview

dem tell me fi fill out the application twice

some yout try sell me a jelly candy

it cant open, but eventually does

Monique forwards

i meet her friend in the painting studio and we go get a box lunch

i sit down and eat the food

im sweating my life away

R: pepper?

J: before meeting the hustling yout, i left my portfolio in the hr office so mi did have to go back for it

no it's just hot af inna kingston

and i was wearing a long sleeve shirt

Paige seh him nah fwd fi di shoot

Thevrtistisjvmvicvn is sitting next to me, but i'm talking more than he

me a wonda how he can go school in full business attire and not become a puddle of sweat

Yanah appears and asks if she can have something nutritious

on campus

like a shake

Juice immediately says no dawg

Juice is working on a mythological drawing, but the paper he's using is trash and i tell him so

he says something about how it will still sharpen his skills and i said he needs watercolor paper if he's going to mix it with watercolor

is my story interesting?

i'm interested in telling a good story

R: I'm more interested in your friend's names

J: thevrtistisjvmvicvn said he wants to be a curator, but hasn't curated any shows yet

i tell him do that shit

lmao

R: Thevrtistisjvmvicvn, Yanah, Monique and Juice

I actually fucking love Juice

Now i know there are places I can't say that out loud

J: i ask my father if he can pick me up because Paige nah forward

he replies hmm

lmao have you seen the film?

my phone is dying and i have no credit because the tuck shop only selling $500 credit today

*back to the story*

i'm telling you this from my laptop

R: What parent says "hmmm"? was this a text?

J: yes

i knowwww

like

can't even K me

wtf

my shoes too big for me, so i stand on them instead of wearing them for a bit

Juice is playing music on his phone and one of the songs is from frank ocean's second project that he released the same time as blonde

my mind is blown

R: That must be some song

J: Yanah returns from the tuck shop with water still disappointed that there is no health food available

more mindblowing that he released two projects at once

i tell theartistisja that i like doing projects with many layers of meaning and process

i talk about my ananse storybook thesis and how i want everyone to know ananse is a deity and amina blackwood meeks taught me that

i say something like "yea, she's rad"

i talk about how the first time i met easton lee, i believed someone when they joked that he was 100 years old

and hoped that he didnt remember when i asked him if it was true

im dying laughing rn

my cousin invites me to sit and do work together at starbucks later

my father sends me a message "M is here, please call her through K-dollasign"

R: googled Easton Lee

J: lmao what did you find? he and my grandmother are friends

they're both legendary chinese-jamaicans

R: I can see he's definitely chinese-jamaican

J: yes and so is my grandma lol

R: author, poet

not bad

1931

J: but no doubt their swagger is enwrapped in their proximity to afro-jamaicanness

wow he's 87 this year

or 86?

M is my grandmother

i message K-dollasign

"i heard grandma M is here"

he replies "makes sense"

but intonates that he was not previously informed

i try to decode my father's message and K-dollasigns response

"makes sense"

he must be referring to Shutterbug's wedding

the same one i wasn't sure i was invited to

R: LOL

wow

are you going?

J: wait nuh man

R: lol

J: okay so i reach home, turn on my laptop

charge my phone

i frantically whatsapp my relatives

fb message uncle Macbook to get in touch w grandma

i try to search the internet for clues as to when this wedding will be

my sister says i should just ask Shutterbug if i can come

so i do that

uncle Macbook replies me with a different number to call, i call, get grandma

she says "no, no, no, you can't come to the wedding, the guests have already been counted and there's too many"

my heart sinks

i say, okay, well i can still see you today?

my cousin Carlton who wants to go to starbucks has arrived at my house

R: woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

J: i try to devise a plan with Carlton and grandma and my dad all talking at once to pick grandma up and she says something about not wanting to be stranded and i say we would never let that happen to her

the phone isn't working very well and at some point my father has the phone

i return to my whatsapp messages on the laptop and Shutterbug has replied!

"hey, we were overcapacity a few months ago, but there's some space now. if you can make it on sunday, please come"

i tell grandma what she said

"okay, but how are you getting there? and where are you going to stay?"

i had not thought of this second part

the wedding is in mobay

R: MUFUFUFUFU

on a beach

duh

just sleep on the beach and get dressed in someones room in the morrow

J: i quickly say "aunty Rose's"

and she has already said she's very busy today and the plan to see me nah work out

"see you in mobay then!"

okay bye grandma, i love you!

"i love you too sweetheart"

now i have to whatsapp aunty Rose and see if she will shelter me

and K-dollasign to see if i can drive with him

R: funny at points but not a bad day

J: Carlton still deh yah a try reach liguanea fi get some food

the story did not get resolved yet

lol

it wasnt a bad day just long af

R: wait what

J: let me try summarize

R: Well I mean, between Yanah's Healthy snack Crisis and the Wedding Snafu, I thought the day was sealed with you tryna get aunty Rose

J: I was also supposed to meet Pearl at starbucks for 3pm

when Carlton and i pull up to starbucks, Rose a walk up deh too

synchronicity

R: 'the hell? Starbucks is a spot now?

J: that's the culture of the company

im like baffled as to both my grandmother and father asking me if starbucks is an appropriate place to link and do work together

that's how they've been selling the place for at least the last ten years

i order a tall strawberry and cream frappe w coconut milk and Carlton is very excited to get a pumpkin spice frappe, no latte because he doesn't want to burn his tongue

yesterday Pearl showed me a video she edited featuring this black guy with ginger hair, Souffrant

Souffrant appears before us in starbucks and sits at our table

i'm supposed to edit my own video with Pearl's color correction advice, but i'm still trying to figure out my travel situation

before we went to starbucks, we walked to tastees and my mom replied to my frantic messages about grandma and the wedding with "ur not paying attention to what i tell u"

there's like a whole thing where i'm trying to get my cousin Jazz's number to ask if i can go from kingston to mobay with him because K-dollasign is unavailable.

aunty Rose says of course i can stay with her and of course she has Jazz's number

resolve dat, so mi have a place to stay and a drive

there are several unrelated phone calls that need to be made but mi still nah no credit, so i borrow Souffrant's phone

then the next chapter is me, Carlton, and Pearl trying to walk to sov after i finally finish editing my video.

i take some really dope shots of the sunset

pause for incoming illustration

R: i mean

sure

make hay

all of the birds with 1 stone

J: -picture of sov-

R: this is sov

dark

but its sov

J: it's the golden sunset reflecting off the walls

then we all go to kfc and then i try look for some shoes to wear to the wedding, but then mi nuh even know if it's really a beach ting, but never fear, my likkle sister is here to whatsapp me the link to the wedding info website the couple set up!

it's a garden brunch affair ting

so we think to go to lee's instead of payless and when we reach back in fronta payless di people dem close

so now i will go to the thrift store tmrw to cop a whole new fit from the dress to the shoes.

when i reach home my father is going to the airport and grandma (dad's mom, not the one i was tryna see earlier) asks me to come with them which i would have done anyway.

driving back from the airport, grandma's bajan soca music continues to play in the car, but it seems louder now without dad's voice. i try to talk to grandma about herself. i ask about high school. she says, "do you expect me to remember 50 years ago"

i'm like yes of course

she said

"well

i was head girl"

of course! i say

and she was also in charge of sports such as running

the drive back home is very slow because grandma cant really see in the dark

when we finally reach home and i lay inna mi bed, mi wonda why mi so tiyad

and now i know why

thanks for tuning in, this has been an appreciation for the life we live, by Jeana like jeans pants

totes forgot the best part where K-dollasign pulled up on Carlton and me in traffic when we walked back to the plaza to get to the car

then another man pulled up on us and Carlton cuss me jokingly bout how i know everyone and we probably see someone else weh mi know

#fabulous

R: like bloodcleet jeans pants

yea, cause clearly you're a superstar

beer people, links and visits

J: