☭ POST WORLD WAR II, the world was a confusing place. Between the United States and Russia, the threat of nuclear war plagued the minds of everyone. The former allies fought with shady, backhanded trade agreements, showing off which nation had...
･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 six — time means nothing when you are too late; 1801 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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ARIADNE CLUTCHED THE KEYS OF THE YELLOW CONVERTIBLE TIGHTLY. It was rare for her mother to actually allow her to drive it, let alone take a handful of kids out of the school and to the closest mall. She was ecstatic as she hopped into the front seat, letting Jean ride passenger, and Scott, Jubilee, and Kurt sit in the back.
It was Scott's idea to show Kurt — a blue, German fellow — the American way of life. Seeing as Ariadne spent the first 9 odd years of her life in France, she let Scott take the reigns of this endeavor. Jean and Jubilee both held some bitter words back but went along with it so long that Ariadne was happy.
The five of them sat down at a table in the Food Court at their local mall. Jean raised her hand to her temple and groaned. She could hear the thoughts of the people surrounding them. Very few were positive.
Ariadne noticed the sudden changed and gently placed her hand on Jean's arm. "Hey, just focus on us, and the voices will disappear."
Scott was too busy talking about the normal American High School with Kurt and Jubilee to notice the girl's tender moment. After a moment, Jean dropped her hand and smiled softly.
The five of them left the Food Court and headed to the movie theater. Scott and Jubilee picked their viewing entertainment. Ariadne enjoyed the Star Wars movies as much as the next person, but she was too distracted to actually watch the movie.
Jean sat on the left of her, resting her arm on the armrest between them. Roughly halfway through the movie, Ariadne brought her arm up to meet Jean's. They froze momentarily before relaxing.
A chill rippled down Ariadne's spin as she carefully stuck her pinky finger out towards Jean. Their arms brushed against each other gently. Jean interlocked her pinky with Ariadne's. A soft blush hidden by the dimness of the theatre painted across both of their faces. Ariadne smiled.
After the movie concluded, Ariadne and Jean released the other and stood up, brushing their clothes off of any wrinkles. Jubilee eyed them cheekily before the five of them all rose to leave the theater.
"I'm just saying, Empire is the best; It's the most complex, the most sophisticated, wasn't afraid to have a dark ending," Jubilee said, speaking directly at Scott.
"Yeah, but come on. If it wasn't for the first one, you wouldn't have any of the rest of the movies," Scott argued.
Jean looked over at Ariadne, a cheerful smirk on her face. "At least we can all agree that the third one is always the worst."
Ariadne chuckled and looped her elbow through Jean's as they walked out of the mall together. However, about 20 yards from the exit, Ariadne spotted it— vintage locket necklaces— hidden in the front display case of a antique shop. It looked near identical to the one Anastasia described her mother having when she was a child.
