whenshewasnice: (Natural reaction.)
Things had been moving along swiftly, and not just because Envy's universe moved at about triple the pace of most other ones. The combination of her together with Todd and Lynette just worked, it seemed. And now they had an EP out, testing the field for a full album to follow. The label was working full force, doing on a larger scale what she'd been doing when she'd sent a bunch of CDs and vinyls across the multiverse.

Envy was sure she'd never been happier than right now, sitting with a latte in front of her in a café in her favourite city in the world, reading a glowing review of her band's work in one of the local music magazines. There was even a special mention of her blog.

Things couldn' have been better.

[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual stuff!]
whenshewasnice: (Brand new information.)
Sigh.

No matter how great is was to spend time with Jim, it was just a bandaid, since he couldn't stick around. A momentary relief from the stupid hurt Envy was carrying around all the time these days. (Again, you could also say. If you wanted to be an asshole and remind her about things from before.) As soon as she was in Montreal, making a pit stop before her intended return to Ribeirao Preto where she could at least drown herself in work with renewed motivation, it hit her again. Everything fucking sucked. No boyfriend, no band. And she didn't know what to do with that.

So she was sitting on her parents' porch, smoking. Occasionally watching the street as cars passed by. She felt small. As close to insignificant as she ever did, these days.

And then one car didn't pass by, but instead drove onto their driveway. Envy watched, confused, as a guy got out.

He ran his hand back through his hair, and squinted at her. "... Nat?"

And her heart just about stopped. It had been eleven years. Eleven years, and she still just knew as soon as her name – that name – was out of his mouth. It was Todd. It was Todd. Her chest felt like it was about to burst. Her cigarette fell as she rushed up. Rushed up to him. He caught her in his arms and she felt like she'd come home. And the feeling didn't fade even over the day they took catch up on everything. All eleven years of it.

And once the day was through and darkness had fallen?

"Nat, I've missed you so much. Let me show you what I'd do for you."

Then he flew to the moon and punched a hole into it. Right next to another one that was already there. Yeah.

[ooc: Oh shit, here we go. Oh, Envy. NFB, NFI, taken from a flashback in Scott Pilgrim volume three.]
whenshewasnice: (Neat and tidy.)
Far away from Fandom, Natalie had been spending the weekend at home: if her parents couldn't come to her, she went to them. They'd been pretty busy, but a little facetime was still better than nothing, and the Adamses were a solitary bunch to begin with.

Today, though, no one had any work obligations to see to, and that meant this was the obvious choice for the day on which Natalie's parents were meeting her boyfriend. Natalie had given him detailed portal instructions, and she was standing outside her house, waiting.

It seemed like a good idea to grab a few minutes alone with him before subjecting him to her parents' scrutiny.

[ooc: NFB, and for that guy.]
whenshewasnice: ([neu] Find perfection.)
Montreal was quiet and normal. It had been, anyway, after the squirrels had left yesterday. Natalie liked that. Things were all as usual, and she was enjoying that. She was intending to stay for a while yet, too. Her father had insisted on a book shop tour tomorrow, and her mother a proper family dinner.

Both parents were at work now, though, so Natalie had the house to herself. Not that you could tell from the way that she was acting, since she was curled up in the arm chair in her room, as usual. Music was playing on the stereo, and her computer was open on the desk, as it tended to be. And she had a book in her lap, one for her French Lit class. It was like she'd never moved away.

Except she had a phone in her hand, and was picking Sam's number. That was definitely a change. And not a bad one.

[ooc: NFB, but open for emails and texts and calls (even other than the one she's making, omg.]
whenshewasnice: (Oh beautiful insecurity.)
Yesterday had been horrible. After the call Natalie never should have picked up, she'd wanted to do nothing more than just curl up in a ball on her bed and just cry with frustration.

So naturally she'd gone into high repression mode and powered on through dinner with her parents and other mundane things. Now, after a poorly slept night, she had stopped seething internally at Brid, though. Mostly.

Not enough to not think her calling Sam now wouldn't be considered some stupid victory by the other girl.

But whatever. It wasn't Brid's relationship. And now that Peter had told Natalie (however succinctly, and even if she didn't have friends to hug her and make threatening phonecalls on her behalf, at least she had people to depend on with the small things) that the coast was clear to go back to Fandom, it seemed like a good time to brace herself, pick up her phone, and call Sam.

[ooc: NFB, again mainly for that guy she's calling, but open for other texts/calls too, should there be any.]
whenshewasnice: ([neu] What you don't see.)
As it turned out, Natalie could have come up with some better ideas to deal with things than running off to Montreal. For one thing, she'd already done one impromptu trip here this very week, and she only had so many excuses to use on her parents. For another, when you were running away from dealing with someone who apparently knew your long lost best friend as an adult...

It was probably not best to go where said best friend's childhood home was visible through your bedroom window.

Understandably, Natalie wasn't quite sure this trip was helping anything. The former Ingram house might as well have been mocking her, and she knew that every day spent not talking to Sam probably made things worse between them. But she wanted to stay cocooned for a little while longer. And at least she had an actual piano here. It soothed her a little bit to dig up her old sheet music, go back to her piano lesson days.

It wouldn't last long, but it was something.

[ooc: NFB, mostly for one but open for texts and calls!]

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