Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Why the fuck was Stephen Breckah on her mind all the fucking time? Violet had talked to him a few times, and the bastard gifted her a candle. A candle. Which she cherished and told herself not to burn because it was a gift. From him.
She let out a grumble and wondered what made her think of his stupid face. Violet had been so sure that she wouldn’t find someone she liked. At least, in Hickstead. She thought that maybe she would find some hulking ranch hand in the desert of Arizonian. But no, it was a lanky–wannabe MMA fighter who didn’t know the back end from the right end of a horse.
“Urgh!” Violet groaned as she made her way down High Street. At least work was over so she could explore. As Violet turned the corner, she saw a surprisingly familiar face about to walk into what looked like a coffee shop.
“Perdita Fortuna Delgado-Vaugh! You fucking bitch!" she called out, in the most heartfelt sounding way, of course.
Hickstead was not panning out the way she thought it would in her head. She thought she'd be welcome with open arms by everyone, to include her half brother, but that seemed to be far from the case and it felt just so...unfair. Perdita had been lucky that Zahira had welcomed her with open arms - but she was part of the Delgado Family, bloodlines and loyalty ran strong with them. These feelings of lonelyness were new to the woman, she was not used to feeling like this. Yes, people had feared her in Valencia, but somehow, she had never felt lonely even when she had been on top. The woman had taken comfort in their fear and loyalty, but now that was gone and out here in Hickstead, it was beginning to become apartment just how truly she was alone.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're better than this," she muttered under her breath, her words biting in Spanish. What was this? What was with her? Wallowing like some gutted, pathedic animal. She wasn't dead yet, in fact, she was far from dead. Picking her chin up, Perdita already met her resolve for the day and stormed her way down high street. Maybe she'd get herself a nice charcuterie board and coffee from one of these local, hipster cafe's. But she never made it into that shop, because she heard an unexpected and yet familiar voice cut through the air like a knife, "Perdita Fortuna Delgado-Vaugh! You fucking bitch!" She stopped dead in her tracks. No way. It couldn't be. She turned just slightly and looked over her shoulder. Oh, but it was.
A smile plastered across her face, "Violet Olson?! Bitch! What are you doing here?" She ignored the looks for the colorful language that both women used. Departing the doorway from the cafe, Perdita speed walked over to the young woman, cutting the distance between them and threw her arms over her in a powerful hug. Some higher being must have been listening to her. She pulled back, staring at her, "Girl. I thought you'd be in Arizona making out with some rodeo heart throb." What was she doing here? It was strange, jarring almost, to see Violet here, but perhaps the same could be said about Perdita. The last time she saw Violet was on her United States turf, Perdita had been there doing some unsavory work which she kept in the dark with her young friend - she didn't need to be exposed to that. But it was so funny seeing her here now.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
She laughed and gave her friend a tight hug. “Well, I was. But talking about guys, do I have a doozy for you.” While Violet knew that Perdi may give her an earful about Stephen, it made sense for her to talk it out. She was confused – mad that it was eating at her. He was the opposite of what she and Perdi always looked at. Maybe it wasn’t ideal, that Stephen kind of looked like someone that Violet could...run over. Not literally, but personality-wise – there was a major difference.
“Come on, I’ll get you a coffee. I’m excited to hear all about whatever brought your fine ass here. Or whatever you want to share with me.” Violet hooked her arm around her friend and drug her into the coffee house. It was empty, thank God. But knowing them, they may get kicked out for being boisterous. But they would still get their money.
“I’ll have a lavender honey cold brew. And the ham, apple, sage panini, please,” Violet said, taking out her wallet. She looked at Perdi to signal that she could order.
As the hug broke, and Violet announced that she had quite the doozy of a guy to talk about, the woman couldn't help but to wryly smile and arch her eyebrows, "A doozy?" Perdita nodded towards the entrance of the café, "Well, I cannot wait to hear this then. Nobody fucks with my spiritual little sister." The story and boy in question probably did not need that, and that Violet just needed an ear to talk to for sorting everything out, but given everything that had been going in Perdita's own life, it would be nice to hear about the drama in some one else's - even if it was simply romantic.
And just like that, the younger woman was hooking her arm around hers' and leading her inside, "Ah, well you know me, I'm always a sucker for coffee and food." And while the woman was normally one for black coffee, hanging out with a friend might qualify something a little extra. The quaint little shop was rather empty, but it smelled utterly heavenly. Her mouth was already watering, "Large Spanish Latte and the Open Face Italian Chicken Sandwich please." As the cashier took their order and Violet's money before walking off to get started on the coffee, Perdita couldn't help but to tease her friend, "You still have not outgrown those teenage girl drink orders?"
Brown eyes gazed around the café before seeing a nice booth in the corner, perfect for privacy for both of them. Snatching the order number off the counter, Perdita then grabbed the young woman by the hand, "Come, let's go sit. I want to hear all about this boy. As for myself, I am having...family drama. That's why I am here instead of Spain." Perdita wouldn't mind telling her friend an abridged version of her plight, the one without all of the mobster connections. It might help but to have a true sympathetic friend listen to her given the relocation and her efforts thus far of winning her half brother over had been rather flat.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
“Family drama, huh? Can't tell if I’m jealous or not. But it must be big enough to leave Spain!” Vi took a sip of her drink, before pulling her knees up to her chest like some gremlin looking over a fire. Violet only knew what Perdi shared with her, but she always respected that. She wasn’t someone that pried too much. Unless of course..it was Stephen.
“I don’t know if I’m having troubles per se, but the guy is the complete opposite of what I would find myself attracted to. Or I’m having a hard time figuring out if it’s an actual attraction or I’m being a bit in denial or whatever it is.” Violet didn’t know if her words made sense, but if there was anyone that would knock something into her – Perdi would. “He’s all lanky…sure, he can throw a punch. But he has like a personal vendetta against horses. Paler than my ass in winter…like what the fuck?” Violet let out a weird huff before poking at her panini, feeling that it was still too hot to hold in her hand comfortably.
“Anyway..are you finding Hickstead decent enough? Do you plan on staying here for a while?” If Perdi was only here for a fun time, and not a long time – Violet was happy that she was able to run into her.
"I don't think you should be jealous," Perdita lamented, pausing as the barista came over to place the large saucer containing her latte in front of her. Chocolate brown eyes watched them for a moment, before smiling and offering a wink before they walked away. Her gaze lingered for a moment before her gaze returned back to her friend now, "And it seems I cannot escape it. What's that saying you Americans have? Out of the fire and into the fry pan?" Perhaps it was the other way around - it didn't matter though, because as her gaze fell on Violet, the girl appeared lost in her own thoughts.
She sat on the seat with her feet up on it, knees to her chest - the classic Violet Olson stance when something was on her mind. It amazed the older woman that she managed to drink coffee like that, "So?" Perdita inquired now, and it wasn't long before the younger woman unloaded her thoughts onto her. She listened digitately while sipping on her latte now. The vendetta about horses comment could not help but to make her smile wryly, "Well, I for one do not see a problem with a vendetta against horses..." although, this was Vi she was talking to, the cowgirl extraordinaire. Placing her latte back down though Perdita adjusted herself in her seat, "In all seriousness though, have you just...talked to him? Maybe he feels the same way if you two hang out so much."
Talking about feelings had never been her thing, she just took want she wanted and went on her way. She had actually thought Vi had been the same way, until now that is. Perdita never had seen her like this before. It was...strange. But the woman would not judge her, if this was really the boy she wanted to die on the hill for, then so be it. Clearly she still had to sort it out though. Chocolate brown eyes blinked as new questions were directed back at her though, "Oh. I'll be here for a while. I'm crashing on one of my cousins' couches at the moment - trying to figure out my own life I guess." She thought for a moment before something dawned on her, "Hey. You know horses. Do you know a Grey Vaughn? He does...feet things for them."
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
“We talk all the time, in person – texting...but he on occasion will keep bringing up other women’s names. And I see him all close with this red-headed chick,” Violet frowned. What did she have that she didn’t have? Was she not feminine enough? That was something that she had a few people say she was lacking. Violet couldn’t help but love being in jeans and rolling around in mud.
Violet took another violent sip of her sugary drink, ash listened to Perdi’s response to her inquiry. “Oh, wow. Well, if you ever need another place to crash – you let me know,” Violet offered. She thought a bit about the question about Grey. “Ah yeah, I know him. He helps Tenya, the ranch farrier on occasion. I don’t know too much about him, but Tenaya may. Or some of the other ranch hands?”
Perdita could not help but to arch an eyebrow at her friend's explanation about this guy. They talk. They text. He name drops girls. Truth be told, the older woman didn't see the issue, and thought that Violet Olson may be reading too much into the situation. But her friend was also stubborn, and maybe was only willing to believe what her imagination allowed. Perdita cocked her head, brown eyes glancing up to the ceiling as she mulled over her words, trying to figure out the best way to deliver her thoughts. "Vi," she started now, her gaze moving back to the young woman, "Devil's advocate moment - maybe he is simply friends with girls like, how you, on occasion, have more guy than girls as friends." She wasn't sure what Violet's gender ratio looked like now as far as friends went, but she knew back when they first met, it tended to skew male due to work.
She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze flickering to movement from behind the barista counter as she clocked their sandwiches on the move before returning her attention to Violet, "I appreciate it. But I'll try and keep myself in my cousin's good graces for as long as I can." While she loved Vi dearly, as a ranch hand, she was certain the young woman either bunked with people or had very small quarters which Perdita would not want to impose on. Plus, if she was having boy issues, perhaps it was best to stay out of hte way when it came to a room with a bed, "Is Tenaya your friend?" Either way, it was another lead into another insight, "Irreguardless, if you can find out what you can - I appreciate it. Grey was...hostile with me. And I can't imagine he's going to change any time soon," she said with an annoyed sigh now.
As the sandwich plate was put in front of her now, Perdita unfolded her legs and put down her coffee now to bring an end to the sandwich's life now, and could only hope, it didn't look like a total massacre in front of Vi.
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
Her friend was right. Violet was most likely all worked up about an issue that one hundred percent wasn't an issue. But her brain was becoming a 16 year old boy obsessed brain. She didn't know why either. Sure, opposites attract, but how much so? Maybe she was thinking of the wrong things, but nevertheless - her ancestors would guide her at something. Now, she was probably some form of entertainment.
Violet gave a small nod. “Absolutely. I don't know how much more info I'll be able to get from my coworkers to be honest. The ranch is…not doing well.” While the owner did his best to keep things under the table, he forgot his employees were very observant. It left a sour taste in her mouth, but thankfully - her panini was cool enough to make her cheeks look like a chipmunk.
Brown eyes watched as those gears turned in her best friend's head. It looked as if her words struck a cord, and Violet knew that she was right. What she didn't do however, was voice that confirmation. Such a shame, because Perdita Delgado-Vaughn always loved to hear she was right and crow about it afterwards. Looks like she won't get that satisfaction today, oh well, there was no doubt in her mind that there would be other times ahead, there always would be.
The young woman took a bite of her sandwich, chewing as she listened to Violet confirmed that she'll try her best to find out information on Grey Vaughn. However, just like with this mystery boy, there was more on the other young woman's mind than simply the conversation. Perdita cocked her head, still chewing. Once swallowed though, she spoke, "Thanks. I appreciate it." Her hand reached out, grabbing her cup and taking a sip before going on, "What's wrong at the ranch? You haven't mentioned anything in your texts...think it's going to be sold?"
My knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls
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