"hey, Al." A Smile Spread Across Her Lips, Warm And Inviting And Practically The Opposite Of How She
"hey, al." a smile spread across her lips, warm and inviting and practically the opposite of how she looked at pretty much any other member of the yalçınkaya family. and it wasn't fake (not mostly anyway), fawn actually did happen to like alara. she especially liked the attention she gave her, never one to complain about the rapt attention of a beautiful woman. and, maybe, she secretly hoped her closeness with alara pissed off the rest of the other's family. fawn was petty that way. "i've been around. you know me, always busy with something." fawn hummed, falling into step beside the other woman, "you should come by sisters, that's where i'm most likely to be these days. or my house. i'd give you the grand tour." she gave a playful wink, sliding her hands into her coat pockets as a slight shiver travelled through her in the cold. she used this an excuse to slide just a bit closer to alara, "what have you been up to, huh? anything new with you? give me the life update." she didn't even have to feign interest when talking to alara, which was a little refreshing. the charm was turned on high, sure, but she wasn't acting when it came to alara at the very least. "we need to accidentally run into one another more often, i think."
@chappcdlips / fawn
from childhood , alara had been boisterous . she had been filled with a confidence that had been mirrored throughout her life and made her quite challenging to parent despite her deep sense of affection and care . there were few people she had met in her life that had ever made her feel a sense of nervousness or anxiety , any kind of underlying whisper of being a little bit on edge . she was used to leading a dynamic or at least being on equal footing ... and yet with fawn , she always felt slightly on the outside of herself . it wasn't that any particular thing had happened during their shared lives but al's childhood infatuation had never quite came to pass - her wistful nature never allowing her to quite see what was really there , a sense of awe and adoration filling her every glance when it came to the other woman . she supported womens rights and wrongs . true feminist to the core . " hey stranger , " not that they ever really were . not that there was any part of her that ever wanted to be . not that she didn't sometimes imagine on those lonelier nights in her childhood bedroom what fawn might eat for breakfast in bed ( such was the nature of a childhood crush , you had to be careful not to take it too far , even in your imagination ) . " i feel like i haven't seen you in forever , " maybe she should have said spoken to ... she had definitely seen fawn ... here and there . around town . looking very ... fawn .
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// ( jessica henwick . cis woman . she/her ) . ⸻ fawn liao , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for her whole life . the pretender is known for being clever and dishonest and is often associated with rings on every finger, a sharp tongue, the smell of incense clinging to clothes . in a small town where they work as a reader at sisters of the moon word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted .
STATS
full name: fawn may liao hometown: red creek, mi sexuality: lesbian birthday: april 2 zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, capricorn rising height: 5’6” languages spoken: english marital status: divorced children: none traits: clever, adaptable, confident, dishonest, cynical, self-indulgent
BACKGROUND tw parental death, neglect mentions
oldest of the new generation of liaos and is just as bad as the rest <33
when her mom died, fawn was barely old enough to brush her own teeth much less raise her little siblings but alas… that’s what she had to do
their father, of course, was all but useless, fawn can’t remember a time when he actually did the things dads should do
she tried to help keep things together at home and it made her angry and it made her strong in a way she shouldn’t have had to be, so naturally, she needed someone to blame — that person was june
she tried at first, she swears, but it became easier just to let her frustration and anger reflect in the way she treated her youngest sibling
she was smart and good at school, but not in the “pleasure to have in class” and way, more in the constantly trying to prove the teacher’s point is wrong sort of way that teachers don’t tend to like
she graduated high school middle of the road, she skipped class a lot and had to take care of things at home
as soon as she graduated, she moved out of her dad’s trailer and rented a house
the house is tiny and a lot of shit is broken but she still lives there, it’s home
she didn’t have money to go to college and she didn’t have the desire either, so she just kept doing what she does best: scamming
since middle school, she would run little grifts, making false returns at stores and tricking adults into giving her money because she was “a few cents short” as well as planting hairs and bugs in meals at restaurants to get a free meal
when she got older, the scams got more elaborate and she became a constant guest at the local hospital running car and bike accident insurance fraud scams— if she had had the time and money, she would have been a theater kid (derogatory), because baby is an ACTRESS
now fawn works at sisters of the moon, which just happens to be another one of her scams bc… she’s not psychic and doesn’t have any magical “gifts,” she’s just really, really good at fooling people
she was married, briefly, in her early twenties (potential wc…) but her wife left her after a few years bc… she’s kind of an asshole and also has never healthily expressed an emotion in her life
PERSONALITY & FUN FACTS
very angry, but good at hiding it most of the time, has a punching bag in her basement w pictures of her various enemies taped to it
always lying, not just at work, she loves to lie just for fun <33 and about everything <333
never talks about her mom unless it’s to guilt someone into doing something for her
doesn’t believe in “guilty” pleasures, just pleasure
scarily confident, a bit of a narcissist
has a twitter where she shit posts and live tweets tv shows she illegally streams bc she doesn’t have cable or a single streaming service
very charismatic and charming when she wants to be
definitely sleeps around a lot and always has
she has a skewed view of intimacy and sex makes her feel like maybe she’s kinda normal
has a cat named ritten (rotten kitten) that she loves more than she’s loved any person including her ex-wife
despite her known life of scamming and fraud, has only had a few brushes with the law, prides herself on this fact
maternal in a tough love way, has a soft spot for Some (not june)
again, zero emotional intelligence to be found
trying to quit smoking, it’s not going well
character inspo: fiona (shameless), rossi (criminal minds), zinnia (matilda), the wizard (wicked), kady (the magicians)
he looked up, eyes landing on none other than foster. naturally anxious already, he could feel his anxiety ratchet up a notch, his mouth suddenly feeling drier, pulse racing. griffin looked at him with slightly wide eyes, shrugging, "i don't study, um, marketing." he didn't know what possessed him to try a business school joke, but it was too late to backtrack, so he just plowed on. he much preferred to talk about his book anyway, "relate? um.. not particularly," though, the loneliness... sometimes, "i just think shirley jackson is so masterful at building suspense, in... in storytelling, really. anyway... yeah, i could write a thesis on her." he ducked his head a bit sheepishly, not used to being put on the spot — and by put on the spot, he meant literally just being asked a question by someone outside of his family and close friends. if he were braver even a little bit, he would ask foster if jackson's work had ever influenced his, but then that would make it known that griffin had seen pretty much everything the other had made and that would be very embarrassing probably. griffin nodded then, humming, "i, um... stuff related to tech is over in aisle six. i can't promise there's polaroid film, but i know there's disposable cameras and that sort of stuff so... there's a chance?" he told him, "would hate to see you flee town, but i can't make any promises." in griffin's own head, it sounded like he was practically begging foster to not leave town. though, that didn't stop him from the follow-up question that required incredible bravery on his part, "what do you need it for?" maybe he'd even get the scoop on what foster was working on now, which was an exciting enough prospect to keep him from avoiding eye contact completely.
ꜜ ﹙ 📹 ﹚ ﹕ INTRODUCING A BEGRUDGING GARGOYLE HUNCHED OVER A BOOK ! couldn't even be bothered to look up when the bell above the door clanged its weary tune, foster entering the pharmacy and stamping snow off his boots onto the welcome mat. and he couldn't help but snort at halfhearted sales pitch tossed his way, funny how griffin's father probably had the charm to sell used condoms at the motel while the kid couldn't even look a customer in the eyes. ❛ you're really selling it there, champ. ❜ foster laughed, more tease than bite, as he stepped closer to the counter, boots squeaking faintly on the worn tiles. and he planted his palms on the counter, leaning just enough to catch sight of the book that must be so engrossing. a flicker of recognition crossed his features, eyebrows lifting lightly as he drew his gaze toward the younger man. ❛ hangsaman, huh ? you relate to it ? ❜ he asked, nodding toward the book, his voice dipping lower, gentler— not quite mocking now but probing, his curiosity piqued. ❛ the loneliness ? the descent to ... madness ? ❜ but foster was just half-joking with the inquiry, a small chuckle slipping past his lips as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket. ❛ i'm just here for some polaroid films, by the way. please tell me you've got some, or i swear i'm driving straight outta this town and never coming back. well, no. but i'm definitely not gonna be happy about it. ❜
cyrus ends up at the church due to his need to be involved, to be seen, and he knows that when tragedy strikes? there will always be people that take solace in the lord. and there are always people more willing to talk after a tragedy and cyrus is always willing to endear himself to new people for his own sake, for his own reputation. even in tragedy, perseverance is important, he thinks. he looks over at santi as he speaks, a sigh leaving his lips, "some people cane be your neighbor and still be a stranger. i'm sure she didn't hold it against you." or maybe she did. cyrus certainly didn't know kirby. "and i bet you never forgot after she told you, right? so i think you're settled up."
🗝️ open to all. 📍 redemption chapel, jan 24th.
the news breaks, as does half of red creek alongside it. there's an unfair lump lodged in santiago's throat. he wasn't close to kirby ; her death was not his to mourn, and yet ... he sits in the back pew of redemption chapel, hands wound in his hair. it was between here & the cemetery— the weather chose for him. he breathes in, has a hard time breathing out. halloween night plays through his mind. ❝ i asked about her name. ❞ he wants to laugh at the memory, but doesn't have the heart. a puff of frustration leaves him instead, ❝ grow up in a box like red creek & i still had to ask for her name. jesus– ❞
a lot of ghosts seem to loom over the talbot family — whether dead like jacob thorne and his uncle or alive but dead to the family like rebecca. it's something griffin could feel since the moment he could conceptualize the family he came from. it's even heavier, now, with the loss of kirby, a thick layer of fog over the talbot family. when he sees his dad, griffin takes note that he looks different somehow. not the powerful, figuratively towering man he's known his whole life, there's an air of something he can't quite identify and it's a little bit terrifying. he locks eyes with nathan, chewing at his lower lip, "i... i don't really know." he admits, shoulders tense and brow furrowed, "i don't get it." he shakes his head and pauses a moment, shifting from foot to foot anxiously, "what happened, dad?" he asks, feeling like he's seven again and asking why the sky is blue or why gophers live in the ground or any other question he's asked nathan or charlotte. they're supposed to know all the answers, right? even now when griffin knows better, he still wants an answer even if it's not possible.
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. the talbot residence. 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻. 10am. 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵. griffin talbot. @chappcdlips
〔 🦂 〕 ... 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿? despite his familial ties to kirby, she was more colleague than kin, the only string connecting them being his sister — her mother — with whom they both were too estranged with to ever consider a genuine bond together. the age old cliche, i should've done more, sits in the back of his head, but would he have really? or is he only thinking it because he no longer has the choice? his breath hitches when he hears griffin's footsteps padding down the staircase, not yet quite ready to face the situation with his youngest son. not after what he's seen and been through. “ i'm sure you've already seen the news. ” it was inescapable. like driving past alaina's house, or seeing the missing posters with daniela's face plastered all over town. “ how are you feeling? ” he asks, voice dropping to a gentle whisper.
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