This is the rarest gift.
       

(Simply enjoy yourself and continue to confuse them rest, you dumb kid)

                     Made of fairydust and the moment of silence right before the sky breaks open with cloudburst. In Figure Eight there's more expectations and restrictions than even the crulest of them will fasten onto you. It's not fair, and there's no acts of pity. Charlotte Swan accepts to be the next generation. At odd angles, they have always been this Swan ménage and keeps conceiving. They shortly became part of these many rich families after William Eaton had chosen to marry her mother and join into their parentage (nobody knows how) but one daughter, one alike her, is seen and would become the vigorous target of a mother's rage— and I am going to tell you why right now; the daughter has not yet to give up her personhood for motherhood.

It's a reminder of the continuance living from that young mother's own devoid of forfeited potential.

Mothers are a den of brave creatures with fragments of rage, it's the seldom custom of each good mother, known that. Shoving it all far and out— they swallow it down for it to never be found by any child to her being. But the rest of them... oh well... let's just say, everybody don't deserve to be handed such fragile gift like motherhood.. this is how Lottie views Paulina Swan: she's got a cocaine tint to her tongue, a crooked mandible to rummage inside her mind and put things straight for the next, upcoming morning.

That woman finds her egotistical self, before moving each of her woes to another individual—which is Paulina's daughter— Charlotte Swan— or Lottie as some might call her. She's bound to the surname originating from her mother's roots by blood as it's fasten onto her mere shoulders. It disgusts her, like if she wants to endure her mother's distress like it was feathers. But even when she would've loathed to envisage on going faraway despite Paulina's health and lack of mother instinct.

From this she forgot how to behold a perversion of her kind and generous self which inculpates from her mother's terrible attempts to stay sober after her father's sad and tragic demise, however. So during her years at the Kook Academe, Charlotte would've tucked conflicts away and into her socks. It was for better, that way. Even if it could've rubbed her collarbone like a rabbit's foot (and did). It only ever allowed them to walk over her again, to let it stay and become a roadkill for her lifetime.

She lets them.

As for her father even with all his faults known, he's not wrong about that: spoiled humans are like hell. But remaining of them appears to be more meek than others. Gnats above formed a questionmark (???) while adrenaline was plumbing through her bloodveins as she held her stomach after running another round on the field, trying to keep her organs in, curling up to breathe.

That notion isn't so complicated anymore. Never really has been, perhaps.

It starts to thrill her more and more everyday. Another kinda feeling to kick a leather ball, chasing it on a green meadow with wind in her hair. So it's one of the most obligated things for his reputation, holding his chin high with a grin, Rafe Cameron is proudly going to rat on her. But where's the fun in that, when that's what she truly desires for? He resisted himself... yet everything is all in her favor of getting purged from this unwanted education between selfish people, it's simple as that to her. Anything to get exiled and join her friends and back to a much less privileged school with baseborn and no conceited people. When graduation day arrives, to top it all off: Rafe is not gonna be watching her on the field playing out her passion, no longer, at least.

After he'd wished for her innocent glances during last year in school. Just simply anything to give him a reason to lay eyes on her had, ceremoniously, terminated there at Graduation day. So a year later, when aged eightteen, Charlotte had been granted a job at The Wreck to scrape herself some gelt to own expenses and occupy her boredom. Her mother cares for her to not be a 'plebeian' as her step-father don't.

That's when he comes uninvited, never letting her mind put to rest. Rafe Cameron had been living in her mind for much too long now. So let it be excepted, it might've helped when (finally) giving in on her thoughts—she despised it. As much as she is hesitant to admit it, she had bestowed affections on him for months. If it wasn't a confession... His drowned smile and ocean eyes follows her. She loathes it. Her presence is turned much too known for her approval and penchant to get noticed where she'll go. It only comes with criticism from anything else. She'd be lost without her criticism, maybe, or free... as far as it's known; Anything leads him to her.

It is the way the notion of Charlotte Swan goes.

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Ella Purnell      as

𓆨𓆤𓆑𓆣𓆨

CHARLOTTE LOTTIE SWAN

Suki Waterhouse / BECK CAMERON

Alex Fitzalan / ANTHONY ANT CHAPMAN

Christopher Briney / LEON MEYER

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Alongside with...

   Robin Tunney   as   Paulina Swan

Dermot Mulroney   as   Wayne Swan (☥)

Eric Steinberg   as   William "Billy"  Eaton

Dominic Fike   as   Roman Keen

Natasha Liu Bordizzo   as   Nadia Stark

And

Caleb McLaughlin   as   Orson Heyward

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
(please read!)

𓆤  Hi all, I finally quit talking and actually started to write this story (thank god!) I had bound myself to a thought which says: If I was gonna create a Outer Banks story, as you might have realized now, Rafe Cameron had to be the love interest for it. Since I have a weakness for blue eyed men with a babyface and I am the biggest fool for Drew Starkey, sue me, sorry?! But I gotta stick to my girl, Ella Purnell as portraying my character Charlotte Swan so nicely. But besides that, I do want to clarify that Rafe's character will be having a few changes in terms of different situations for the storyline's sake to progress as I want it. Anyways... it starts and is based around Season One! I haven't actually found out how long and what seasons there will be included but we'll find out as it unfolds, shall we??

𓆤  Special dedications to all of Drew Starkey girlies out there (me) and the rest of my loveliest moots. So with that being said, some of these layouts for both introduction and act one is inspired by @wulfhall so I don't claim what is not my orginial idea!

𓆤  In order of trigger warnings and so, I will be giving a trigger warning on this story's mentioned/contained topics (this is ur warning) It will have violence, any kind of injuries, death, sexual content, mature topics and language, smoking, underage drinking and blood— alongside others, perhaps! So if you're not comfortable with any of those topics or themes, it may not be for you to read further.

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Started: April Fifth 2024
Completed: ????