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Solaris-

Another day, another dream, perhaps.
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A page for my thoughts, rants, and ooc musings that may or may not pertain to ongoing writings.

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Tale from the front desk-
As a night shift hotel worker, I have seen things that would baffle a normal, sane person. Tonight has been much the same.
It’s summer time, our busy season. I work at a relatively small hotel, however, and this summer has never really been super busy. The last week though, we’ve been sold out of every room each day that I’ve worked. Loads of laundry to do, and on top of it all both shitty guests and coworkers to deal with.

Since I clocked in at 11pm the phone has not stopped ringing. Our system is taking way longer than normal to undergo its nightly audit system, and I still have 2 check ins that won’t come in until 3 am. A guys dog had an accident on the second floor and asked me to clean up the mess. I have a weak stomach and don’t know what kind of “accident” this was; he didn’t bother to specify. If it was vomit, then I definitely can’t be around it or I will get sick too. (Sympathy pukers rise up?)

I’m about 2 seconds away from unplugging the goddamn phone and I still have 4 hours left on my shift. Lord have mercy on my soul. Thank god that tomorrow is my day off. I can’t wait to get the hell away from the hospitality industry forever.
 
Tales from your friendly neighborhood night shift hotel worker here-

Please do know that if you extend your stay that you will be subject to the next week’s rates. The employees at the hotel do not make these rates; we only tell you what the computer tells us is your new rate. Do not come to us and whine and cry about the price and say “I stayed at this same hotel in so and so city and it was never like this. The rates weren’t xyz amount of money then.” This is a busy city with competitive prices on hotel rooms that are correlated to how busy or sold out the hotel is for the week. The reason the rates were so cheap in that city is likely that it’s much smaller than this one.

As someone with a migraine, the more you yell at me, the less likely I am to bend over backwards to help you.

If there is a doorbell at the front desk, also please do not hit it more than once in quick succession. It annoys the absolute fuck out of me that some of you feel the need to press the button two, three, or even four times. I assure you that I am not far away from the desk and I heard it the first time. You can have some patience and wait for me to come out of the laundry room or break room.

Some people act like they’ve never stayed at a hotel before and lose all decorum. I swear. Be patient with service workers, folks. We’re people too, and we’re tired. Exhausted even.
 
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Living in Avalon since the death of her grandparents had been lonely. She'd had her brother as her ever present company, sure, but as young adults, she knew they both desired more from life. Since the two had inherited the estate, they’d agreed that the two needed to stay there until things settled down- which meant Ashe had had to give up on her apprenticeship in Oregon for the time being. The funeral for her grandparents had only been a week before, but even knowing they were gone, she still expected to hear the tapping sound of her grandmother’s cane on the stairs as the old woman made her way up to check on her granddaughter. She’d always liked to see what Ashe was doodling or scribbling while the two of them talked about life. The thought brought a smile to the girl’s lips as she set down her pen on the desk. Ashe had never been known to be a crier, but this week she was full of tears.

Her phone chimed nearby, and she was quick to pick up the device with slender digits to tap on the app notification that she used to communicate with their friends. It used preassigned usernames which they had all found surprisingly fitting for each of them, and were often how they referred to each other.
Honey: How are you both holding up?

Now she was smiling for a different reason. Dmitri was a sweet boy to take time out of his busy life to think enough about them to ask about them.
Wisteria: Well enough. I’m excited for you all to get here though. We’ve been needing an excuse to do anything but mope around the house. I have a whole spread of food for you all when you get here.
Honey: Hopefully, we all get to sample the world’s best cinnamon rolls.

Ashe looked up from her phone to look over at the small mountain of dishes in the sink. It was a disaster zone in the kitchen- not unlike the disaster of a woman that sat within it. She’d never truly been all that graceful in the kitchen despite her current occupation as a patisser. Often times, in culinary school, she’d gotten chided and marked down for how messy her work station was. It was all worth it in the end though as the smells that wafted through the big house were divine.

Nearby, the shrill sound of a timer went off and she was quick to silence it in order to pull the last bit of what she had started preparing early that morning out of the oven. Every part of the meal looked better than the last, and Ashe swore she’d outdone herself this time; there was almost enough of it to feed a small army. Or at least six hungry young adults who were coming all the way from Portland to this small podunk little town for a long visit. A waft of hot steam from the oven blew wisps of blue hair away from her face. Careful fingers plucked the biscuits from the hot tray and placed them on a plate next to everything else on the table.

Taking a glance down at herself, she noticed just how much of a mess that she’d made of herself as well as the kitchen. She was covered head to toe in flour and she likely looked like she’d been awake all night with enough caffeine to kill a normal human in her system. Sighing through her nose, she supposed it couldn’t be helped. Hopefully, the other half of her whole idiot hadn’t hogged all the hot water that morning. Taking the stairs two at a time, Ashe made her way back up and stopped right outside her brother’s door knocking loudly. “Hey shit-head you better be awake. If you’re not up by the time I’m done in the shower I’m gonna dump you in the pond.” These words were said with love, of course. The two were known to give each other shit on many an occasion. “And don’t eat anything yet. Wait for our friends.”

Ashe was quick to shower, and even quicker to put on a face full of makeup. It made her feel a bit more normal to appear as she normally would on any other day. She pulled on a pair of dark wash pants and a loose cardigan over her t-shirt.
Wisteria: Let us know when you get here. One of us can come pick you up from the train station. And uh- don’t mind the kitchen. I’ll bribe him to clean up after me later.​
 
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It had been barely a month since Dmitri officially stepped away entirely from his job at Verdigris where he'd worked as a host. Had barely been a month since he'd been released from the hospital after the events of the night that had kept him holed up in his apartment to recover. The whole thing had been an ordeal that the dark haired man had never envisioned himself being embroiled in. He had met clingy women before, but never had he met a woman like her. She’d spent so much time at the host club asking for him, and he’d been flattered for the attention at first, but as their relationship continued, he quickly realized how unhealthy her “love” for him truly was. He had closed himself off from his socials, his modeling gigs, and his friends in equal measure to keep her happy. Being so isolated had terrified him as he was a very social creature by nature. To say his relationship with Marina had ended badly would be the understatement of the century. He’d nearly died due to her overbearing love, and now he was paying the price in recovery while her simps tried to say that she was too pretty to be in jail.

Dmitri closed the news app on his phone. “Fucking unbelievable.” Part of him wanted her to stay there because at least she would be behind bars and not in his life. Another part of her felt bad that he might have accidentally led her on and encouraged her feelings when it was just because he didn’t know how to step away.

He leaned his head against the cool glass of the train window. Being so far from Portland now was a breath of fresh air, and it would only be a matter of time before the train reached Avalon where he could reconnect with the friends he missed dearly. Not even Wisteria or Saltwater knew what had happened to him, and the news coverage of the whole ordeal had been minimal. Not that they should concern themselves with his problems when they were grieving a loss of their own. He was just grateful for them both as he’d not known how to reach out.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up- exposing heavily tattooed arms and he stretched his arms over his head to loosen tight muscles from their previously rigid position.

A quiet chirp of a text caught him off guard and he flinched before realizing it was just a text message. He would have to stop flinching at the smallest of unexpected noises if he was going to be in a house full of his friends. Dmitri didn’t want them to worry about his well being; they were all there to support the twins with their grief and loneliness after losing family. Ashe was a strong woman, and he respected her resilience even though he knew she was hurting and had said as much before.

Honey: No need, Ashe. I’ll pick up the rest of the mystery gang and we’ll head over so you guys don’t have to worry about picking us up.
Wisteria: You are seriously the best. I’m still trying to get this moron out of bed. Love you lots. Ring the doorbell when you get here. Please give me a hug when you get here, Demi xoxo

Of course he would. Naturally a touchy person who enjoyed the warmth of other people around him, he would be more than happy to hug her and her brother if he wanted it.

NEW PRIVATE MESSAGE
A dark brow rose in curiosity. It was from Ashe.
Wisteria: Figured I’d ask you privately, but I noticed you haven’t posted your cosplays much lately. Are you and Marina okay?

He let out a soft groan and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Pretending he was fine was the easiest option than telling her the truth, but she deserved better than that.
Honey: Let’s have a drink about it and commiserate later. I don’t want to talk about it right now.
Wisteria: That bad, huh? I’ll make you something strong and you can cry on my shoulder if you need to. I knew that girl was bad news.

Dmitri had hovered his thumbs over the keyboard to respond, but thought better of it. The train jostled to a stop and he knew they were finally in Avalon.
Honey: The train finally arrived. Be there soon, Bluey xoxo

To the group chat, he did send one last message:
Honey: Hey guys, meet me outside the train station so we can hurry up and get over there before the food gets cold.
 
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Do not read this if you don’t want spoilers for colorless.

Ever since Technicolor had resurfaced, the tension had built in the undercity and the upper city both. Still, The Grey Hand had not called off the Christmas Gala that year even despite the protests in the city streets to stop the threat of the supposed terrorists. She felt a gentle touch against her shoulder and her tired, sleep deprived eyes drifted upwards to the tall, dark haired man at her side. She’d not slept in days- nearly four, but maybe it was five? She couldn’t recall just how long it’d been since she’d had a full night’s rest. “You need to rest, Queen Cinnabar,” Though his words were gentle, she still flinched under them.

“How can I rest when my people die around me? How can I call myself Queen when I can’t even keep you all safe?” Perhaps those that hated her amongst their ranks should have dethroned her by now. Though Romi clung stubbornly to the title of Queen as she thought she knew what was best for her people. “I can’t even tell them the truth that they deserve to know, Wren. They deserve better.” The tears that she had kept tightly inside now fell from her tired eyes. They had lost too many in these past few months all for a stupid cause that meant nothing in the long run.

The dark haired man smiled at her. She’d was the only one who used his nickname. It was rare to see Romi how she was now. A woman so guarded and careful with her secrets, so strong and unbroken now sat openly sobbing into her hands. It was true that they had lost many, and he too felt the pressure of the crown as he too shared the responsibility for these losses. But they had to remain strong, and Romi had always been their foundation that kept them grounded. “If you refuse to let me go alone, then please rest. I need you at your best tonight, and if you’re not at your full strength then we can do nothing.”

He was right. She needed to be ready for whatever was to come. Standing up at her rather unimpressive height, Romi stood slowly. For a few more days at least she could keep it from them all that she was dying. Whatever strength was left within her, she would use to protect what was hers.

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(This is a WIP)​
 
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It had all happened so fast. One moment, he and his friends were laughing over jokes and shared memories and the next, there was a loud explosion that had caught them all off guard. Drinks were spilled and there was confused screams and quiet whispers among them all, but he found himself silent, terrified even.

He’d remembered holding on tightly to the closest body next to him. The noises had brought him back to the night he’d nearly lost his life. Seeing Marina straddling him with the knife she was still holding onto sticking out of his shoulder. The searing hot pain he’d felt as she pulled it out of him still slick with blood before she held it over him again. He’d been afraid for his life then, and remembering it now almost made him hyperventilate. Dmitri hadn’t even realized how hard he’d held onto Rowan’s arm and hand at that moment until he was pulled back into it. He’d noted the fear on the other’s face as well, and knowing of Rowan’s past experiences, he didn’t need to ask why. He’d only drawn his friend closer to him to let them know that they weren’t alone there and that if they needed to, they could use him to stabilize themselves.

That had been days ago since the train trellis had collapsed leaving the two of them and their other friends trapped in Avalon. Part of him felt grateful to be trapped there- happy even- that he could not return to his life back in Portland. The further away from bad memories he was the better.

Dmitri found sleep hard to come by that night despite Rowan’s soft breathing from the bed across the room from where he sat on his own bed. At least one of them was sleeping. He sat there, propped up against the pillows doomscrolling on his phone through his socials. People had definitely noticed his return to his accounts, and already his inbox was full about questions of where he’d been. Slender digits had spent most of the night scrubbing his messages- just deleting each one rather than responding. Perhaps it would be prudent to craft some sort of public response without mentioning too much. His fan girls wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea that he’d had a girlfriend with how parasocial they were, and he didn’t want to stir the pot and open himself up to further questioning about the subject.

His scrolling had stopped when he reached the most recent photo. It was a beautiful candid that had been taken by Rowan on their first night there in Avalon. Dmitri admired the composition, and despite the photo having taken barely a few moments to take, he had to admit that Rowan had real talent in his camera skills. He would have to find a way to ask for more photos like this in the future as it took him ages to line up shots on his own for his cosplay shots.

(WIP)​
 
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Froshi I see you lurking. Don’t read if you don’t wanna be spoiled.
TW/CW: Domestic abuse, Threatening harm against one’s self, suicidal ideation, attempted murder, blood.

Berlin had been a pleasant and peaceful interlude. A short window of time when there had been minimal fighting between Marnie and Dmitri. It felt almost like it had been when they’d started dating. She was loving and happy for once compared to how she normally acted. He didn’t realize he was so blinded by the love-bombing to see there was a storm brewing underneath the surface.

The two of them had returned to his apartment in Portland jet lagged and tired, but otherwise, they were well. Thankfully, there was nowhere to go that night and he could just lay in bed without feeling guilty about being lazy. Especially after a trip that had been productive for Dmitri. He’d been introduced to new contacts, had landed a few new modeling gigs, but if he had to be truthful, the biggest thing that stuck out to him was his new friendship with Rowan. They hadn’t texted much, and mostly it was just Dmitri letting them know that he’d made it home safely. That was fine with him; he’d known from the start of their interactions that Rowan wasn’t much of a texter as they’d admitted to that themselves. Their absence made grasping the concept of “temporary” much easier as he knew now what it felt like to leave something behind.

There had never been anything between them; Rowan knew Dmitri had a girlfriend, and even if he didn’t, he doubted anything would have happened from their flash-friendship in the first place, but he still missed the one person that allowed him to be himself. Fingers scrolled up from their sparse messages to the first one he’d sent. That photo of them both on that day they’d met made Rowan’s existence in his life feel less ghost like- more solid. At least he knew the other wasn’t a delusion dreamed up by a lonely mind even if they never met again. Dmitri wasn’t quite sure why his heart ached the way it did at that thought, but he didn’t quite have time to dwell on it before his phone was snatched from his hands.

He’d sat up to face her- brows furrowing tightly together in anger that she’d grabbed his belongings like that. This wasn’t the first time she had taken his phone from him when he had just been looking through photos. She checked it often enough and had seen Rowan’s name there plenty of times. This time though, the way she looked at him, he couldn’t help but flinch under that cold, frigid gaze. “Is this why you kept saying I couldn’t come with you? You were off cheating on me with him? What do you even see in him anyway?” He couldn’t tell her that she grew disappointed by seeing Dmitri when he wasn’t acting. Even in the four years of dating, she had never been content to have a real conversation with him, and they’d all made her irritable. She chased the fantasy of dating someone that Dmitri only pretended to be when he was getting paid. All that charisma and charm and confident smiles had been who he was at one point with her, sure, but now, he was just tired. “I can’t believe my boyfriend is a full blown f-“

“Marnie!” Dmitri cut her off before she could say it. He knew what was coming. She was about to start hurling hurtful insults about his sexuality, and he didn’t want to hear it right now. Though he was deeply afraid of her, he rose to his feet and took her by her arms perhaps a bit more forcefully than he’d meant to. The smaller woman struggled against his tight grip until she freed one of her hands.

Crack.

The sound of palm against skin. Her hand had struck him across the face. Dmitri stood there- dumbfounded that she’d done that. Marnie had hit him before in her angry outbursts- had left bruises on him that were easy enough to cover up with makeup, but never had she dared to hit him in the face. It was a line he’d thought she wouldn’t cross, but now that had been shattered in one definitive moment. Both of them were silent- reeling from what had happened. His phone was dropped to the floor. A loud cracking had let him know the screen was shattered, but he only released her and picked up the device.

“I’m going to my parent’s house for the night,” He’d lifted the duffle bag full of clothes he’d carried as a carry on over his shoulder.

“Wait, Demi, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“You never mean to, Marnie, but I’m still leaving. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Even despite his tiredness right now, he needed to leave this apartment that felt more and more like a prison the longer he stayed here with her. She had attempted to stop him again and again- begging him to stay there, but he closed the door behind him- leaving her there to cry behind the closed door. Dmitri felt as though he were immune to her crocodile tears at this point as they were always shed when she knew she was in the wrong and tried to make him feel guilty for walking away from her after an argument.

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Nearly six months had passed since that argument with Marnie. Six months since Berlin felt like a lifetime now. Dmitri continued on as he normally did, but when he came home for the night, he could barely look Marnie in the face much less bring him to reciprocate her kisses or attempts at affection. He was so, so tired in a way that sleep would never fix. He never mentioned any of it to anyone- not the constant abuse, not the arguments, not even when she now grew bolder in how she took out her angry words and stress on him. Makeup covered up bruises and dark circles both and no one was the wiser. Not even Ashe knew what Marnie did to him or she might have threatened to kick her ass for him, but he didn’t want that. All he wanted was peace, but he had no idea how to obtain it.

It had been a dreadfully long day at Nostalgia. Pretending usually came easy to Dmitri, but he hadn’t had it in him to be there longer than the eight hours he was paid for. Putting the key in the lock, he heard the gentle hum of the television from their bedroom in the kitchen. All the lights were off in the house that night, and he could feel how tired he was by how his eyes threatened to close the moment he slumped against the door when it was closed. God, he hoped that Marnie was asleep; there was no way he could stomach her antics that night. Quietly, he made his way through the apartment, and was blessed with the sight of her sleeping there with her back to him.

He forced himself through a quick shower and pulled on a clean pair of pajama pants before he too all but collapsed next to her. His back was to her- not even wanting to touch her for fear of waking her. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

And then there was the pain. Sharp, stinging, hot and freezing all at the same time. Tired eyes opened- groggy from sleep and unfocused in the dim light of the room that was only illuminated by the light from the television. Dmitri groaned as he felt whatever it was slip from his back and he was rolled onto his back by her while Marnie straddled him. It was then that he could see the knife before it was plunged deep into his shoulder. This time, it was searing, agony. He felt as though he couldn’t breathe and his breathing came out in quiet panicked bursts. The steel blade of the kitchen knife was pulled free from his body once more and she held it steady, poised and ready right above his heart. He’d not even had the time to register the tears that leaked from his face at that moment- likely from the pain and betrayal both.

His hand reached up to grasp the blade that was slick and wet with blood that stained everything it touched. It cut his palm, but that pain didn’t register as his body coursed with adrenaline. “Marnie, I love you. Please don’t.”

He could feel her grasp on the blade waver and she all but collapsed onto him- resting her head against the shoulder she had not stabbed. Much like his phone had all those months ago, she let the knife clatter to the floor. And then her weight from him was gone as she rushed from the room- leaving him there reeling with what had just occurred between them. This woman- the woman he’d loved deeply and with unwavering faithfulness for the past four years, his first love- had betrayed him in the worst of ways.

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It was nearly a month later, and Dmitri still found himself jumping at loud noises or unexpected touches. He’d broken his lease and quit his job after Marina had been arrested- not able to keep himself living in that apartment any longer. His parents meant well, and they definitely worried seeing their bright and happy son become this shell of a person that they didn’t know anymore. He didn’t have the heart to tell them more than what was necessary after they’d picked him up from the hospital. By now, the wounds on his chest and back were just ugly, red scars that reminded him to not be a trusting idiot toward the first person that gave him an ounce of affection. The black eye had healed, but he still had a scar on his cheek from that night as well. The days he spent hiding in his room made him wish that he no longer existed; perhaps that would be easier on everyone at this point.

He was scrolling through messages on social media- attempting to keep himself from drifting to the suicidal thoughts that had taken hold of him lately. Any distraction was worth it at this point, he supposed.

His phone dinged- the cracked screen lit up with something he hadn’t seen in months.

Ptichka. Even through the spiderweb of lines across the screen, saw the name he’d affectionately called Rowan when they’d first met. Dmitri wondered if they would still remind him of a little bird. He hesitated on opening the message, but ultimately his curiosity won out in the end.

‘I came to visit that place you talked about- Verdigris- but they told me you don’t work here anymore. Was hoping you’d still show me around.’

Fuck.

They’d come all this way from their busy life to meet up with him only to be met with disappointment. Dmitri didn’t need to look at himself to know what kind of hot mess he looked like, but he still responded to the text quickly. Perhaps too quickly with his parents’ address.

‘Can we talk? I don’t wanna do this through the phone. I would be happy to see you again. This is my parents’ place if you can make it here.’

No matter how he looked now, it was nothing a shower and a change of clothes couldn’t fix despite the deep sadness and tiredness that filled those deep amber hues.
 
Somehow I’m both tired of this, Grandpa and aware that that’s too damn bad at the same time.
If it’s not one thing it’s another, and this week it’s coworker drama. This time though, that bitch finally got what she deserved because management got tired of her shit when she started talking down to people again and it makes me happy and hopeful that she’ll stop trying to boss people around now.

In some lighter news our plans to move seem to be going well, but I don’t want to jinx it before it happens. There’s no way I can survive staying where I am longer than I have to. It’s not the last situation where I had to get out asap, but it’s definitely one of those “I’ve been here longer than I should have been and now I feel like I need to get out” type of situations.

I’m happy with the way my stories are going right now other than my inability to sleep which hinders how often I can post. I’ve been considering opening up public group threads again just because I miss the excitement of writing for more than one character and writing my posts here for just myself to read doesn’t really scratch the same itch that writing for/with others does for me. I will see how I feel about it when I’ve not been awake for 24 hours straight and see if I still wanna take that on lmao.​
 
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chαrαctєr rσutєs-
These routes are generally how I feel about my characters and the threads that they're in. I'm a sucker for happy endings, but lately, I've been trying to branch out and do more with my characters and their stories.

➽➽➽ Route a- The happy ending. Okay character growth and development. Generally used for lighter, fluffier story-lines with less conflict.
➽➽➽ Route b- The “Goldilocks” ending. It's just right. Decent character growth for stories with more serious conflicts.
➽➽➽ Route c- The “bad” ending. Excellent character development and growth.

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Andromeda von Stratton- Route B
Myles Llewellyn - Route B/C (Tentative bad ending depending on how the story progresses)
Ashe D'arcy - Route A (as of right now, I don't have much planned for this character but that may change once the story starts)
Dmitri Rostova - Route B (He deserves a happy ending after being stabbed, but I'm still making him work for it)
Sun Yanwen - Route B
Romi Yessenova - Route C (I've had her death planned for ten years now and not even Froshi can stop me from thinking this is how she's gonna end up)
Kieu Vandelinde - Route C​
 
This section will be added to Dmitri's character profile when I stop being lazy. I'm just gonna write it out here.

Important Character Relationships-



katya.png Name - Ekatinera "Katya" Rostova
Age - 48
Relationship - Mother ; Alive
Occupation - Retired factory worker ; Now works a comfortable 9-5 as an office admin

"My mother. She has horrible resting bitch face. Must be where I got that from. She's a hard worker, and I respect her greatly for everything she's done for me. It makes me happy that she was able to find a more comfortable job here in the US after we moved and she's able to afford things we otherwise wouldn't be able to back in Moscow."

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Name - Mikhail "Misha" Rostova
Age - 52
Relationship - Father ; Alive
Occupation - Salary man ; works with Illyana in her own business endeavors from time to time

"Since he stopped drinking he's been a more present father. He wanted me to be like Yana- book smart and someone who could learn from school. When I was younger, I often felt like I was a disappointment to him because I was never good in class unless the subject was interesting. I think after high school, he accepted that I was never going to be like my sister. We're on good terms, and I know he worries about me, but I try not to make my problems my parents' problems."

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Name - Illyana "Yana" Rostova
Age - 35
Relationship - Sister ; Alive
Occupation ; Business woman ; Entrepreneur

"Even though she's ten years older than me, when I was a kid, she was my best friend when I had no one else. She's smart and fashion forward, and I learned so much from her when we both poured over magazines together. We aren't as close now as we were then since we're both out here living our adult lives, but I still love my sister and enjoy her visits."

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Name - Rowan "Ro" Castellanos
Age - 26
Relationship - Complicated. Committed without the commitment. Together without need for "I love yous"
Occupation - Travel photographer / journalist (former stringer)

"I never thought meeting someone for three days over coffee and commiserating would lead to something that made me rethink wanting to be single. They remind me of a bird and the nickname Ptichka just kind of stuck and never went away even now that they're more sure of themselves- less nervous and flighty. They saw me on both of my worst days, saw me break down and still didn't run. I don't want this to just be temporary, but I don't want to feel trapped or trap them in a relationship because I know what that feels like. For now, it's enough for us to take on the world one step at a time, together."

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Name - Ashley "Ashe" D'arcy
Age - 27
Relationship - Best friend ; Wingman
Occupation - Patissier

"My best friend. My ride or die. We met in school and have been inseparable since. You'll never find a friend better than Ashe because she has always done whatever she can for her loved ones."


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Name - Marina "Marnie" de la Cruz
Age - 27
Relationship - Ex-Girlfriend
Occupation - Trust fund baby

"Is it petty of me to say that I hope she rots in jail for almost killing me? If so, then I hope I never have to see this woman ever again. She tormented me for five years and ruined all my relationships with people I love. She terrifies me."​
 
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