lark eden [nd]

[lark eden]

quick facts;;

full name; Lark Oceana Verity Eden
nicknames; L , Ellie
portrayed by (pb); Keira Knightley
age; 20
birthday; February 29th
neighborhood/dorm;
year; two
major; music
sexual orientation; lesbian

inner details;;

appearance;
linked.

personality;
THE ADD

THE WILD STREAK

THE DUMB LUCK

THE BELLICOSITY

interests;
THE VOCAL CHORDS


the background;;

history;
THE PARENTS

THE CHILDHOOD

THE TEEN YEARS

THE TRAVELS

THE CURRENT CHAPTER

family;



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the roleplayer;

we may call you: kayla
activity (1-10): 7
rp sample:

As Trent stared at Aria with cold and judgmental eyes, he tried so hard to see in her what he had once seen, so many years earlier. When Trent thought back to their relationship eighteen years earlier, he could clearly remember Aria’s content, even joyful, face and every last emotion that he had felt as he looked at it lovingly. But now, sitting across from her in the cold metal kitchen of her cold, modern, and uninviting apartment, he couldn’t find any of those things in her face – the face that was now harsh and angular from undoubtedly self-inflicted emaciation, and bitter and angry from Trent’s own actions. He could only see the person she had become sitting in front of him, as if Aria had tried on purpose to erase every bit of her past self from existence. Whether it was intentional or not, she had succeeded; Aria from the past was gone, as far as Trent could see.

In place of the hope, wonder, and innocence that Trent used to detect on Aria’s kind face with ease, the first emotion to jump off her face at the moment was pain. That was all Trent could see as he looked at her now, a pain that couldn’t be eased by anything Trent could do, and just that very thought pained him as well. The look was wiped off of Aria’s face in a split second and she quickly acknowledged his rejection of her offer for a drink. The last time Trent was drinking, he’d ended up not going home at all, but no one knew the truth about that night – no one. Camilla had been so worried, poor Camilla, she’d called Trent’s cell to leave twenty four messages on his machine and she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night because she waited up for him to come home, but he never did. When he finally did walk in at eleven in the morning the next day, he was viciously attacked by his hysterical wife, and he tried to spit out the fake explanation he’d been working on the entire walk of shame home. He told her that he’d had too much to drink, which was true, and that he’d crashed at Tanner’s apartment for the night, which wasn’t true, and that his phone was dead, which was not true either. Camilla wanted to know why Tanner or Ty hadn’t thought to call her, but Trent just shrugged it off.

In order to save Tanner’s ass from the wrath of Camilla in this state, he rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and pulled out his phone to call Tanner and warn him about the lie. Just to make his problem even more twisted, Trent had to lie to Tanner about where he really was as well, and said he’d spent the night at Aria’s but didn’t tell Camilla because she’d jump to conclusions. That lie was a lot closer to the truth, but Trent didn’t let anyone know that. The actual events of the night were far too humiliating for Trent to admit to anyone, especially Camilla, especially Aria. He’d had so much to drink that he’d gone all the way across town from the bar to Aria’s apartment, but he never went inside because it was three am. Instead, he’d fallen asleep on her fire escape trying to think of something to say to her. Luckily for Trent, Aria never found him out there, nor did anyone else, and that was the only thing he could think of as Aria offered him a drink. There was no way he’d take it.

Trent knew he was blushing by this point, but there was nothing he could do about it. He’d dug himself a grave and now he had to lie in it, because this ditch was a little too deep to crawl out of. Aria had verbally backed him into a corner, something she was eerily expert at; a tactic she employed against Trent far too often for his liking. “Sorry,” was all he could manage to mumble. There really wasn’t anything else to say, he’d inadvertently called their daughter a bastard. And now Aria had to go and point out the fact that he’d obviously shown up with intent to do more than just pick up something for Serafina, in typical Aria fashion. “Oh, I apologize, Ari,” he said, with a bitterness in his tone that only Aria could coax out of him, “how inconsiderate of me to keep you company and chat for a few moments. And don’t act like you seriously don’t want me here, because if that were true you would’ve thrown me out a long time ago. But I’m still here, and you’re still talking to me, imagine that!” The mocking in Trent’s voice was undeniable and he cocked his head with a little smirk as he looked at her.

The pure bitterness in Aria’s voice was far superior to that in Trent’s. No matter how angry with her he got, his cruelty was no match for hers. “If you say so,” Trent said simply, smiling softly at her. As childish as Aria was acting, and as irritating as her attitude was, Trent almost appreciated it a little. As long as Aria was acting childish and only mildly irritable, she was still acting a little vulnerable and somehow more likable than when she was purely angry and sarcastic. So if Trent was made to pick and choose, he would undoubtedly select the babyish Aria over the cruel adult one. It wasn’t really a difficult decision anyway, he’d rather be nagged than actually ridiculed and humiliated any day.

It was all Trent could manage not to bust out laughing as Aria shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the repeated use of Trent’s favorite nickname for her. It really was amusing, any situation that made Aria feel awkward was quite humorous, simply because the rest of the time she was just so cool and composed like nothing ever got to her. But Trent, of course, knew better. He knew more of Aria than anyone did, because he’d seen just about every side of her that there was to see, and he knew that no matter how badly she tried to fool the world, everything got to her in some way or another. She would act unflinching, like she could care less, but it was a fraud that she played along with, a product of her true lack of self-assurance. “Actually, yes, I absolutely must call you that. It’s a force of habit that I can’t quite seem to shake,” he said obnoxiously with a little wink. Just like that, Trent’s mood jumped like it was adjusted by a light switch. “I shaved my head for a reason, Ari,” Trent added, “and you’re right, your opinion doesn’t matter.” Trent knew that wasn’t fair, to be so mean to her like that, and as mean as she was herself, it still hurt him to say something like that, but it was a sore subject.

Just as Trent’s hand was creeping across the table and nearing Aria’s, she did what she always did, she freaked out. Their hands were so close that Trent swore he could feel the heat radiating from her fingertips, the heat that he was unsure her body even had anymore, since he hadn’t touched her in so long and from his distance she just seemed impossibly cold. He was trying, he really was. Trent was trying with every ounce of his being to just brush off all of Aria’s cruel words and to just be kind to her. He couldn’t have found kinder words to say to her if he’d tried, and it was beyond him why she couldn’t just accept his compassion for once in her entire life. He’d even respected her boundaries and decided against touching her hand with his like he’d originally intended, but this was how he was repaid of course, she threw a tantrum as usual and made him feel like a horrible person like she always did.

Trying to keep his cool, Trent took a deep breath as Aria leapt up from her seat. He actually rolled his eyes as she started to pace back and forth across the room; God, she was such a damn drama queen. It was ridiculous how she blew everything out of proportion, but he tried to resist saying so. “Aria!” he said sternly, as though he was scolding their daughter. “Will you just calm down for God’s sake? Did I touch you? No, I let the little haptephobiac be, so just sit down and get a grip!” Trent took another deep breath when he finally finished. He didn’t even want to wait for a response from Aria, because he knew it couldn’t be good, no matter what she said in response. Aria hated being yelled at, especially by Trent, and although that wasn’t really yelling for Trent, she would certainly interpret it as such.

Although Trent could handle Aria’s stupid little tantrum over her fear of being touched, this was taking it to a completely new level. “Are you kidding me, Aria?” His voice was flat and cold. He tried not to let his rage completely flow over everything else. “Would you mind trying not to be a self-absorbed ingrate for ten seconds of your life?” As hard as Trent was trying, his voice was still rising. “We are your family and you know that. Who else do you have? The loving family who disowned you and lives in Paris without you? Yeah, they definitely treat you better than I do. In fact, I aspire to be as kind and compassionate as they are to their lovely daughter.” Trent’s voice was loud and dripping with sarcasm. He wondered why he ever even tried to be nice to Aria. It wasn’t like she ever tried to treat him with anything but abuse. “And you don’t need me? Okay Ari, keep telling yourself that.” The words were bitingly true, and Trent knew they’d hit home.

It took Trent a moment to really think about Aria’s question. What did he imagine for them? When he thought about their lives being different, what did he see? To be perfectly honest, Trent didn’t really know. He thought about it all the time, but there was never a clear picture in his mind of a different future, a different life. He knew that the only other option he really saw was the life he would have if he never left Aria for Camilla at all, if he’d never married Camilla and had Olivia, he would never have the pain of the dark Matteo secret, or the hatred for Leo. It would just be him and Aria and Serafina, and they might actually be happy…but even that seemed a little too far-fetched to ever be true, even in a dream world. “I’m not sure, I just…what if I was never with Camilla at all? Do you…do you think that we’d be happy? I mean, me you and Fina? Would we be happy if there was nobody else?” As soon as the words left Trent’s lips, he knew it was a mistake to let them out. Not only would Aria hold them against him forever, but she was instantly back to bitch mode as well.

This was it, the last straw of the day. Every day that Trent spent with Aria, there was a ‘final straw’ that would cause him to just storm out and be done with it, and this was the climax of that day’s argument. As the realization hit Trent, he began to realize as well that the same thing would probably happen again later that week, and again, and again. Would it ever end? Would this stupid battle with Aria ever come to a close? Probably not, and it was all Trent could do to just attempt weakly to fight back. With Aria, there was no strategy except to fight fire with fire. “Go on Aria, keep insulting my mother. You think I give two shits? You grew up with me, you know she didn’t. You know exactly what kind of mother she was to Chels and I, you're almost as good as she was – almost, but not quite.” Trent knew that was hitting below the belt, he knew that Aria constantly worried about whether or not she was a good enough mother, but he was beyond the point of caring – although he would probably be up all night thinking about it, like he always was after a major fight with Aria.

She just had to keep going, didn’t she? Aria never knew when to shut up, that was the one weakness she had in battle. She never knew when enough was enough. “I’m done with this Aria. You’re not even worth it.” Trent got up from the table and began to walk towards Aria. When he was standing right in front of her, so close that he could smell her absurdly expensive perfume, he added, “You’ll be waiting for a long time then.” He walked past her angrily, and reached for the door. As Trent turned the knob, he had one last wicked thought and couldn’t resist tossing it in. He glanced back at Aria and looked her up and down. “By the way, have you gained weight? Those extra pounds look really good on you.” He turned around and walked out, slamming the door behind him as hard as he could without worrying about actually breaking the door.