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inkedsevans · 5 years ago

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you, again. | solo

WHO: sam evans (with sloane rosier evans)

WHAT: an unexpected visitor.

WHEN: 10/23; evening

WHERE: the ink well & brewbacca, a coffee shop in portland

Smiling, Sam ushered his latest client out the door and turned back to clean up his station. It'd been a day of back to back bookings, with new clients, regulars and returnees. He preferred the busyness of it all. His mind tended to wander with downtime, about things...well, if wandered, is all.

This way came with zero though beyond sketches, shading, and ink. The occasional small talk alongside the buzzing of the needle that now, felt more familiar than anything. It was easier to keep moving, to mask the weariness and the myriad of other feelings that seemed to overtake him for the last two months.

In Portland, the questions didn’t come as frequently. There’d been talk about the goings on in Castleport and the occasional raised brow when one of Sam’s co-workers, in the midst of chatter about the missing woman asked him ‘Hey, aren’t you from there?”

He simply nodded and went back to his sketchpad, shutting down any further discussions that involved flat out interrogations.

It was evening, late and cooler as fall settled in good and proper, and Sam wasn’t looking forward to the drive back to Castleport. The ugly, lurching jolt that tugged at the pit of his stomach whenever he drove past the spot. There would still be markers there, flowers and tokens of remembrance placed at the site of the crash that baffled Sam almost as much as it irritated him. Who would willingly stop along that road? He couldn’t stand looking at it. Recalling the night of the storm, wandering in the dark, the sound of the heavy rain pelting his rain jacket and the thin beam of light as his only guiding souce in the pitch blackness.

Until he’d spotted the car....

Shutting his eyes, Sam took a deep breath and grabbed at his things. He couldn’t go home just yet. It would mean driving down that road again, and taking the familiar route to check on the bar and do all the extra work that’d been dumped in his lap since Quinn had taken off with nothing more than a text.

He cleared out for the night, shrugging into his black leather jacket, thankful for the warmth against the cold. He’d only managed to slip his phone into the pocket when a sound made his shoulders tense. It was a voice, husky and very familiar, and the nickname he hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“Sev?”

He turned, olive eyes meeting chestnut ones, and his own widened in surprise. “Sloane?”

“I thought that was you. I would’ve been here sooner...but traffic.”

Sooner...? He wasn’t expecting her...ever. But there she was, painted lips and dark, slinky braids that hung to her back and a smile that seemed nervous and that confused him more than anything.

Her arms were crossed and he knew she was cold, despite the layers under the leather jacket she wore because she was always cold, and he liked that he remembered that...even if the remembering itself annoyed him.

And Sam should have asked a number of things in that very moment.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Where’s the shirt you stole from me and never gave back?’

‘What do you want, the check should’ve already cleared?’

A number of perfectly logical and reasonable questions. Yet he went with the most unexpected.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

Brewbacca was only a block up, which suited him fine as he didn’t feel like walking much and at least coffee would do a better job of filling up a silence he wasn’t used to with her. They’d found plenty of ways to communicate without words. But that was then. This was now, one divorce and one big ass settlement later.

Still, she looked good. And they fell instep together. And he still held the door for her, because they were divorced, yes, but he was still raised with manners. He ordered an Americano, while she opted for a latte and their drinks were piping hot when the server delivered them to the table they’d managed to snag near one of the wide windows.

He’d dumped two sugar packets into his cup, along with a generous splashing of cream, and watched as her tanned fingers, delicate and inked toyed with the sugar before stirring with her spoon.

And it was only after taking that first sip did he pose the question he should have when he first spotted her on the street.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to check out the new spot,” she replied, sipping her latte. “You’ve posted about it enough on social media, figured it was worth the trip. And...well I know what happened. I wanted to see how you were.”

It didn’t make much sense, considering their contact for the last year and a half was entirely through social media. But Sam had documented his move back to Castleport, leaving his job in Boston, and finding a new one in Portland...so perhaps it wasn’t farfetched that she’d know where to find him.

But the why…

Okay, that wasn’t hard to understand, either. Sloane wasn’t a cruel person. She was prickly but so was he. The tender side was slow to show but he knew her warmth well.

...Well.

That kind, as well.

So perhaps the why wasn’t a total mystery. The circumstances were different. This was the closest she’d ever been to Castleport but he’d spoken of his hometown often. They traded stories, of her bayou upbringing and his on a different kind of water, in small towns that were thousands of miles apart but with streaks of similarities. Namely two people who’d wanted to do nothing more than escape, meeting in a bigger city and connecting in the most whirlwind of ways.

“How are you…” Sloane trailed off, filling the awkward pause with a sip from her cup and considering her words before trying again. “I’m sorry. About your friend.”

“Thank you.” It was a sincerity to his gratitude, and he buoyed it with a smile, quiet and crooked before lifting his cup. “For that, and for coming out.” He wasn’t okay. And he wasn’t going to talk about it. They both knew that.

Still, the conversation was pleasant even after the bout of weirdness; mostly Sloane talking and Sam listening. The rhythm of it nothing new; he wasn’t much for the gaps but he liked watching her, animated as always but this time not as dialed up.

Soon their cups were empty and Sam knew they would more than likely be parting ways. Which was for the best. The alternative of inviting her back to town didn’t sound the least bit appealing. Still, it was late, and he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you driving back to Boston tonight?”

He was relieved when she shook her head, his curiosity not lasting long when she added, “I’m staying with a friend. She lives twenty minutes from here, in Bay Harbor.”

Sam nodded. “I know it.”

And so he walked her out, their trek back far less awkward then the walk to the shop. Her car was parked not too far from his truck and he waited until they reached her driver’s side to speak again.

“Thanks...for checkin’ on me.”

Sloane offered him a small smile and before he could protest, wrapped her arms around his middle.

Sam was surprised, but his body reacted reflexively, muscled arms curling around her slender shoulders and pulling her towards him. His cheek resting at the top of her head was instinctual and Sam worked to suppress his shudder because he didn’t know how long it had been since he allowed himself the concept of comfort.

Much too soon, she was pulling away. He drank in the sight of her full lips, painted red and twisting into that familiar grin and he hated how much he still warmed at the sight of it. They weren’t suited in most of the ways that mattered but he was grateful to her all the same.

“Take care of yourself,” he told her, opening her car door and watching as she slipped inside.

He caught the ‘you too, Sev’ before shutting her door, his gaze following the car as moved out of the lot and disappeared down the road.

With a long sigh, Sam pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. The caffeine jolted him awake but he still felt weary, and dreaded the drive ahead of him. No point in stalling any longer. He hopped into his truck and and made his way out, pointedly ignoring the heavy feeling already settling in the pit of his stomach.

#para.all #para.solo #para009 #feat.sloane #cportprompt01

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taniayusuf · 2 years ago

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DESN289 Homework 1.1

The topic I chose was the merge between nature and electronic music. Both are very important in my life and it is often I find the two blending in so smoothly to induce and create a beautiful moment and experience for myself. I know from experience that many share the same realization and opinion.

I want my audience to take a look at some past festivals, raves and moments from my life and what I find online. I want to take my audience that don’t listen to electronic music, or listeners who have never been in natural environment while listening to electronic music, on a journey that will spark a desire to experience the junction of organic and industrial worlds.

For the first 3 spreads, I’ve collected images from my personal archive alongside pictures I’ve found on the web.

Souces:

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https://theconversation.com/burning-man-highlights-the-primordial-human-need-for-ritual-189967

https://theelectrichawk.com/things-to-enjoy-electric-forest/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_Forest

Images:

https://trancentral.tv/2015/11/let-me-take-you-down-to-strawberry-fields-festival/

https://thetrailtohealth.com/travel/art-with-me2019

https://www.everfest.com/magazine/38-dreamy-images-from-australia-s-strawberry-fields

https://www.edmradio.es/2020/01/19/zamna-tulum-nucleo-del-panorama-electronico-latinoamericano/

https://festivalsquad.com/2020/01/zamna-tulum-brought-10-days-of-techno-to-mexico-for-new-years-eve/

https://www.cancunairporttransportations.com/blog/upcoming-music-events-in-cancun-and-riviera-maya-dec-2021-jan-2022/

https://www.wonderlandmagazine.com/2022/01/04/day-zero-damian-lazarus-interview/

https://edmidentity.com/2021/10/22/day-zero-tulum-releases-exhilarating-2022-lineup/

https://edmlife.com/zamna-brings-over-25000-attendees-to-tulum-mexico-for-10-days-of-house-and-techo/

https://nocte.co.uk/work/afterlife-tulum-2020

https://klubbingkids.com/plague-raves/

https://www.funktion-one.com/news/day-zero-festival-2022-features-funktion-one-sound-systems-throughout/

https://www.ravejungle.com/2020/03/04/zamna-tulum-2021/

https://www.alldayidream.com/

https://edmidentity.com/2019/06/07/all-day-i-dream-denver-review/

https://uproxx.com/life/day-zero-tulum-festival-photos/

https://www.sfgate.com/travel/burningman/slideshow/A-photographer-s-diary-of-Burning-Man-2019-195912.php

https://www.sfgate.com/travel/article/burning-man-2022-photos-17421402.php

https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2018/lifestyle/burning-man/

https://electricforestfestival.com/history/photo-gallery/gallery/electric-forest-2019

http://friskyne.ws/cercle-music/

http://cercle.io

https://edmmaniac.com/day-zero-tulum-2020/?utm_content=buffere7615&utm_medium=social&utm_source=pinterest.com&utm_campaign=buffer

https://journal.burningman.org/2021/04/news/official-announcements/april-2021-update/

https://www.sfgate.com/travel/burningman/article/Burning-Man-communal-soul-Temple-Galaxia-13207047.php#taboola-12

https://www.rgj.com/story/life/arts/burning-man/2018/09/03/burning-man-2018-temple-galaxia-destroyed-closing-night-ritual/1187677002/

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2020/aug/20/burning-man-art-on-fire-review

https://templeguardians.burningman.org/temple-history/

https://matadornetwork.com/read/burning-man-rich-people-problem/

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/travel/article/burning-man-nevada-art-festival

https://news.yale.edu/2022/05/27/transformative-effects-mass-gatherings-burning-man-are-lasting

https://mixmag.net/read/a-history-of-burning-man-in-75-photos-blog

https://www.boredpanda.com/burning-man-2019-photos/?media_id=1840846&utm_source=pinterest&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=organic

https://www.rgj.com/story/life/arts/burning-man/2022/08/31/burning-man-2022-art-installations-waking-dreams-black-rock-desert/7954228001/

https://www.mercurynews.com/2022/09/07/burning-man-photos-show-what-it-was-like-as-burners-returned-to-the-nevada-desert/

https://wanderingwheatleys.com/how-to-prepare-for-burning-man/

https://adventure.com/burning-man-photos/

https://www.archipanic.com/burning-man-2017/

https://www.facebook.com/ElementsFestNYC/photos/2596765270386769/

https://www.facebook.com/ElementsFestNYC/photos/4109506585779289/

https://www.hampshirechronicle.co.uk/news/20666395.boomtown-2022-30-best-pictures-huge-winchester-festival-wraps-style/#gallery21

https://edmidentity.com/2022/07/07/six-things-shambhala-music-festival/

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