"I have often attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm for, the dangerous mysteries of ocean, to that production of the most imaginative of modern poets. There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. I am practically industrious—pains-taking—; a workman to execute with perseverance and labour;—but besides this, there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvelous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore."
#xpg #yknow what this just made me remember something. #idk if my friend'll see or even remember this but hey buddy i swear you've drawn trish before . back in like 2014-2015 #idk why thinking about mary made me remember this but like yeah? #what's UP with that. treesh.
"Of course I'm following a trend, You! You see, the hottest look right now is the 'beyond labour' one, where...
"Uwaaaaah! PLEASE help me, You! There's a very upset 'baby' in my stomach right now and I really want to get her out of there as soon as possible! Hoooooo... I can feel my stomach stretching past my skin..."
Like any self respecting government employee, coffee was his lifeblood. Unlike the office intern, though, he wasn’t expected to pick up anyone else’s coffee order - something he was both surprised and happy that his father didn’t assign to him.
Java Junkie was one of the very few Gravewood originals that he enjoyed, second only to Marie’s. While the town hosted a Dunkin Donuts and a Starbucks, he was a purist when it came to his coffee and Java’s dark roast americano couldn’t be beat.
His phone buzzed with emails the entire time he stood in line. His eyes poured over dull descriptions of meetings and new outreach initiatives. When he approached the counter, he dropped his phone into his pocket and diverted his full attention to the brunette behind the counter. His voice was smooth and kind as he ordered, his eyes fixated on hers with soft creases in the corners. Disarming. Charming. As he’d been taught to be. She giggled as she punched in his order and, by the end of the conversation, told him his coffee was on the house. He protested, of course, but graciously accepted the offer. As he retreated from the counter, he went to fish his phone out of his pocket when he spied a familiar face.
Normally, he would have noted Marianne sitting nearby and returned to his emails. But today, he was feeling ballsy. A little reckless perhaps. When he remembered who her best friend was, it shot excitement through his veins. What better way to annoy Lou than to be seen chatting up her best friend over a cup of coffee.
“Mari?” He questioned, though it was not a question of who she was and more a polite southern conversation starter. “I couldn’t mistake that hair anywhere,” he grinned as he spoke, sliding into the open seat across from her without asking. “How long have you been back in town?”
#mari 01#c: mari #let me know if you want anything changed! #i'm thinking this is their reintroduction before he suspects her being his online fan! #again #whether or not that's true #we'll see lol