closed ✋ 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱-𝓪𝓵𝓵

[oomfies]

Who: lottie person.. and YOU!!
Where: various
When: may + june
What: generally going to consist of tdm continuations!! and maybe closed / open starters depending on my time.

Warnings: n/a




if you'd like a closed starter, feel free to contact me through pm or via snottie ❤️

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🚗 cassian

[oomfies]

[ from here! ]

[ No, she's not in a hurry. Every other car driving past them is but not her— too lost trying to use what she's learned years ago when she got her license, took her test. But she still takes a second to look at a car that zooms by, a cloud of dust trailing behind them on the road she once took.

Some of that apprehension is still there, in that far away gaze of hers that trails behind the beat-up sports car, but it isn't from fear, exactly. Her head tilts softly. ]

No?? Not really.

[ She doesn't mention that she barely knows where to go, is only following everyone else because she can't reliably read directions (much less a map). And almost like she's checking: ]

..Are you?

sorry for the late reply!! i moved and life things also came up 🥹

[diametrically]

[ Now that he's seen that pinprick of something (hesitation, apprehension, not outright enthusiasm or cheekiness that he's already been on the receiving end of), he can't unsee it. And frankly, even if he wanted to, it's hard for him not to search for more of it. It's not out of a fascination or anything of the sort. Rather it comes from a place of wanting to alleviate any more of it any way he can. ]

No.

[ He stopped, hadn't he? He's still standing here. Granted the reason might have been born out of some ridiculous need to prove himself/defend his stupid spoiler, but he's here.

Which is why he decides to make this choice that she can absolutely veto if she so chooses. ]

Come on.

[ And by the time they're buckled into his car, the engine roars to life. With one hand on the stick shift, the other on the wheel he looks towards her, foot poised just above the gas pedal. ]

If you feel uncomfortable, just say so. I'll slow down or stop.

omg no you are absolutely fine!! hope things are chill now <3

[oomfies]

[ Lottie's only ever heard about stick shifts in passing, with influencers she only kept conversations with until her real friends showed up at parties or events. She doesn't know how they work, much less the science of how to maintain cars, but the way Cassian handles it makes her slightly less nervous. That doesn't mean she isn't sitting stiff, still, hand awkwardly touching the handle right above the passenger window.

—Would he find it insulting if she held it, right now? Her hand drops down to her lap, immediately. She looks at him, finally, after a soft little breath that's meant to ground her (only serves to make her stomach do flips, the same way she feels before going on a roller-coaster). ]

For sure. [ Does that sound cool? She blinks at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. ] Got it! I promise.

🏨 wanda

[oomfies]

[ from here! ]

[ Yes, second floor (she goes nod, nod). Yes, still carrying all of her things, trotting behind swaying ginger locks and through a doorway much similar to her own. Lottie tries not to look like she's snooping but it is impossible— she is curious, as she enters into (a look at her face in the flickering candlelight) Wanda's home.

Lottie is only used to entertaining as much as her furniture allows so she understands, even if she is still confused on what to do, so she just. Puts her box down and sits somewhere beside it. Flat on carpet but still considerably relieved, relaxed, and slouched in the barely there light now that she is not by herself anymore. ]

Lottie Person.. But you can call me Lottie.

[ She looks up to Wanda, watching. Wondering what to do other than wait for their lights to come on. After a beat or so, she ventures— ]

Are these scented candles?

[carmesi]

( wanda is working on lighting a few other candles, just to give more light and depth to the room they're both in, currently.

—lottie person—? )

Lottie. ( she echoes, because she hasn't said a name like that before, and while it's simple, her accent forces wanda to enunciate the t sound more forcefully than the softer way it should be said. ) It's a nice name.

( the comment is mostly muttered, as wanda puts out the match and tosses it inside the bin. she glances back, and notices that lottie's hair is not the color she was quite expecting.

green?ish? it's hard to tell in the dim orange glow of the candles. )

I don't think so. They were really cheap at the store.

( wanda grabs at one of the water bottles she has accumulated so far in her stay here, not quite trusting the tap water from the bathroom, and pads over to offer it to the other woman, arm stretched out downward toward lottie. )

You can have this.

[oomfies]

[ Oh! Here is where she hears the extent of Wanda's accent (registers it properly)— it's cute. Makes her own name sound more pleasant, marketable, than she's used to. She's inclined to believe her when she says it, too, something like a smile curving her lips up.

(Even if it's muttered, she catches it. She's been so hyper-focused on her that it's hard not to.) ]

That's good! [ She says, both for lack of anything else to say and also for the immense relief she feels. Scent free candles means her allergies are safe, means she's free to be for one conversation with Wanda. Wanda, who hands her a bottle of water she readily reaches for (a soft thanks is said, in turn). She adds, after a moment, ] I, uh, prefer the non-scented, anyway.

[ The bottle cap is twisted open, but only so far as that. She spends some time lifting it up to eye level to read the brand, purely for the fun of it. ]

..Have you noticed there's no, [ A beat, as she gestures with a hand vaguely. ] you know, name brand stuff?

MARKETABLE LMAO oh lottie

[carmesi]

( when lottie takes the water bottle from her, wanda proceeds to sit down, too, on the carpet, close to the other woman. she didn't realize there was a preference for non-scented candles, but it's something else for her to muse on momentarily, until lottie asks about the name-brand stuff.

her brows cinch in thought, glancing at the water bottle. )

I — guess so.

( not being from america, there wasn't a lot of 'brand-name' things for her to get used to it. capitalism and all that.

she shifts, shrugging her shoulders. )

I think it helps make it seem like this really isn't home. I would be more upset if this wasn't home but the water bottle was something from home. ( a bit of a mumble— ) If that makes sense.