|Ariana (Maguire) Veilleux || Maman Brigitte (madamdeath) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-10-15 23:57:00
|Entry tags:||baron samedi, maman brigitte|
there's a bend in the wind
Who: Ariana and Julian
What: She moved out of their home in an attempt to put the past behind her, but it looks like ~ fate ~ has other plans.
Where: Hallway of the fourth floor at Pax
When: Backdated to October 13th, say around 8PMish?
Warnings: Drama no doubt will ensue... probably cursing? Maybe. >.>
Notes: Can a girl just eat her ice cream in peace?
Moving here was a good thing, it was what she needed: a fresh start, and a new home that would be filled with memories that didn't reek so much of the recent past. She'd stayed too long in their old apartment, even after kicking him to the curb. Had her initial reluctance to leave been an underlying aversion to change? How funny if she were to equate it to something as ridiculous as that; things had long since changed drastically between the two of them, their earlier days--young, happy, excited to begin their lives together--nothing now but memories tainted with rust around the edges.
No, the sad truth of the matter was that she'd held out, hoping he'd notice things had gone awry, that CASKET's growing success was having the exact opposite effect on their marriage. She'd eventually avoided him outside of the club as much as he avoided her. Ariana knew she wasn't blameless when it came to their marriage falling apart, and yet Julian's final, vulgar offer to buy her shares in CASKET still left a bad taste in her mouth, made her place more blame on him than perhaps was rightfully deserved. But she refused to forget how she'd felt when his lawyer uttered those damnable words, and no amount of moving into a new apartment would ever change that fact.
However, it was nice, in a way, having a place completely to herself minus the extra baggage--literal and otherwise. Julian preferred to buy extra things that served little to no purpose other than to clutter up their living room, or even the bedroom. In stark contrast at her new home, Ariana had decorated sparingly in the main rooms, putting aside in a closet the few boxes left to unpack. Those last boxes contained items which triggered far too many happier memories, and she was not about to upset herself this evening by looking through old photo albums and the such.
Her footsteps were light along the carpeted walkway as she approached her front door, the only other sound being the rustling of the plastic bags she held. Tonight she'd picked up a few edible essentials, although she would have to do more extensive grocery shopping in the morning. (One of these 'essentials' was an infrequent splurge that'd be enjoyable nonetheless: a pint of strawberry ice cream to thoroughly enjoy while watching a good flick.) Ariana set down all four of her grocery bags, freeing her hands so she could dig through her purse for the apartment key.