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by casimir » Sat May 16, 2015 1:00 pm
ana & mirella // from delcie's 100 scene challenge // ooooooh snap░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░All the hustle and bustle had Ana’s insides twisting. There were hardly any stage crew members at her aid and no matter how much she fiddled with the light breaker, the spotlight in the center refused to turn on. She had warned Mr. Thatcher - she could smell smoke the previous night! - but nothing had been done and now, with a full house and impatient mumblings of their guests, Ana thought her heart would implode.
The storm had really made for a mess - the actors had burst through, sopping wet, hair askew and shoes slipping and skidding. Ana almost bit the dust more than once herself. She was quite certain the lead actress was backstage having a nervous breakdown and her supporting actor was probably smoking on the catwalk. Hands trembling and angering storm pinching her chest, she worked fiercely with the wires in the box.
She hadn’t even noticed that Mirella had been standing there watching her until those shiver-provoking fingers slithered over her shoulders, vanquishing the sharp gasp that would have left her lips with a comforting squeeze. She felt the plop of Mirella’s chin to her shoulder. The brush of her hair against her neck stirred emotions she couldn’t afford to muster before the roll of the curtain.
“Stop it,” Ana snapped. “Not here.”
“Ashamed of me?” Mirella teased.
“Abso-freaking-lutely,” Ana growled, backhanding the door of the breaker shut with a vicious pop! “Everything is falling apart. Why they would shut down everything except the play in a tropical storm is beyond me.”
Mirella took a step away, allowing Ana to face her, before she shrugged, sheepishly lifting her arms outward with that crooked leer that infuriated Ana more than a crumbled poptart. “The show must go on.”
“Don’t start with me,” Ana warned, hurrying past her in search of her actors. Mirella followed her close behind - acting as her shadow, as always.
“Please, would you go find a seat in the audience,” Ana begged as she walked, flinging the girl’s bathroom door open. She called out for Steph, but had no answer. Lips pursed, she spun to plow her foot into the men’s door, shocking the single kid standing at the urinal. She pointed a finger at him as if he wasn’t trying to pee. “You seen Stephanie Helcast anywhere?”
“I don’t even go here!” The kid wailed.
“Oh.”
Abandoning the emotionally scarred boy, Ana turned to walk the other direction, only to be halted by Mirella’s hands to her hips. Ana gave her a stern scowl, but Mirella did not move. Glancing around frantically, Ana leaned backward while Mirella only pulled her closer, forcing their chests to brush.
“Breathe, kitten,” Mirella chuckled. “By god you’re so cute when you’re panicking.”
“I am not panicking,” Ana shot, smacking Mirella’s hands - but she leaned forward, puckering her lips. Snarling in the back of her throat, Ana tore away from her, wrapping her arms about her middle. Blonde hair acting as a flag, Mirella jogged after her without relent.
“Yes, you are,” Mirella continued.
“Oh my god!” Ana’s remark left her in the form of a roar. She turned to clasp the straps of Mirella’s tank top, plowing her backward against the lockers they stood next to. Amusement and surprise lit her sky speckled eyes. “Go. Sit. In. The auditorium.” She kept her voice as even as possible.
“I don’t wanna watch no stinky opera,” Mirella scoffed. “I am only here for moral support.”
“Well, your support sucks and I hope you never get hired for a help hotline.”
“I am offended,” Mirella snorted.
Ana blinked quite a few times, then let her fingers spring away from the straps. Holding her hands out as if to stop her from something, Ana shook her head. Mirella, growing serious, righted herself, lowering her head so that she could look down at the top of Ana’s head. As Ana took a breather - rather from the show or from Mirella herself, the dark haired girl wasn’t sure - but in that time, Mirella wound a lock of golden hair about her finger.
“If this stresses you out so much, then why don’t you leave?” Mirella asked, her question honest and devoid of her usual sarcasm.
Ana scoffed. “Uh, because I’m the head of stage crew, that’s why.”
“So?” Mirella quipped. “There’s a nasty storm outside. Your lights went out. Your dog hates storms and can’t be left alone. Your crazy girlfriend almost drowned. The excuses are all in the palm of your hand, my love.”
“You stop that shi- I am not your girlfiend!” Ana snarled.
Mirella smirked, pointing a finger at her face. “I never said I was.” Ana coiled to strike with verbal warfare, but Mirella laid her hand to Ana’s neck (the exact spot where she’d kissed it only days before) silencing any remark she had. “Come with me.”
“Are you insane?” Ana whispered. “To where?”
Luckily, the hall was empty, otherwise the entire school would have never shut up about how Maryana Rossele had been sloppily french kissed in the middle of the damn hallway.
Pulling away as soon as Ana had seemingly melted in Mirella’s hands, which were pressed on either of her cheeks, she brushed her lips to her ears, whispering words that were little ants, scrambling through to her brain, her chest, her veins.
“Wherever you want.”
The chaos she would face for abandoning her own production would be ample and merciless.
But as she burst through the double doors and dove into the rain with Mirella, she really didn’t care.
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by casimir » Sat May 16, 2015 4:20 pm
swindle // this is not canon. its an alternate universe. so don't even. // tAKe tHAT cApTaIN░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░Together, they were invincible. One being, unstoppable when faced with what peril dare challenge their path. Every pass, strike, duck - all a part of a dance they’d fallen into with ease long ago. Back to back, side by side, it didn’t matter. Their game was swordplay: and they played it well.
In the pitch of a seaside cavern, with a blinded eye, a burning wound, and a twisted ankle between the two fierce women, their dance had crumbled to a hysterical war for another breath.
Scarlet had seen the band of rogues not far from the shore - they’d taken a wagon, slaying its riders. In her fury, she’d directed them toward the stray thieves, yanking Elizabeth from her much needed rest for a ‘bit of fresh air’. Of course, the moment they’d entered the forest atop Beth’s horse, Bello, she’d spilled the truth. With a twisted, confident smirk, the taller redhead plowed the black stallion even faster down the forest path.
Now, as the men had chased them to the end of the line - overwhelmed with far more than either of them could run through, even together - Beth feared for their lives. Though Scarlet would never admit it outloud, she did, too.
Scarlet thwarted three of them off, face scrunched tighter each time she swung her cutlass. These men were no random stragglers. They were organized, well oiled. They knew where to strike and how to shove Beth and Scarlet apart. Two of them had wedged between them, drawing Beth farther away than Scarlet could bear. She had only the sound of clashing metal to be certain that she was still alive.
“How tough are ye now, Cap’n?” A familiar voice shook Scarlet to the core. Heel clapping to her current opponent's chest, Scarlet shoved him backward, then ran her blade over his throat. His skin parted like lace, spilling a roll of blood as he fell at her feet. Head swinging to look to her right, Scarlet’s lips parted.
Suddenly, it all made sense. These men were not thieves. They were sailors.
Alistair watched her with a close-lipped smile, standing dangerously near Beth as she fought fiercely against four men. Blood still caked the side of her eye where she’d been struck - starting the battle entirely. The pain that throbbed in her own ankle dulled to a numb chill.
“Scarlet!” Beth howled. “The necklace! Give it to him!”
Their quarrel was over a simple, jaded pendant. An artifact - a treasure Scarlet had stolen right from under Alistair’s nose. It was no shock that he’d come after them, but to walk into his hands? Unacceptable.
Spite and a burning rage lit Scarlet’s chest. She brought her sword to a battle-ready stance, bracing her feet and straining her muscle so they were ready to release at any give moment. Casually, Alistair walked toward her, sheathing his own sword. He let it drag the tip of the water, raising it only in slight to flick the droplets from the blade. Scarlet’s chest heaved with panic, but she would not let it show.
At least, until, someone’s hands slammed into her shoulder blades, flinging her forward.
Scarlet wasn’t sure what the terrible, shrieking yowl had been, until she heard the echoes of her scream bounce through the cave.
A cruel grin stitched Alistair’s lips as he tugged his saber free of Scarlet’s abdomen. Her legs were like flimsy strands of grass, hardly free of winter’s fingers. Before she could sink to the water, Alistair’s hand lashed to clasp her throat, lifting her to her useless feet. The taller man drove her backward, throwing her back against the rocky wall.
“Sad,” Alistair sighed. “I wanted you to watch Elizabeth die first.”
From behind, a frantic commotion caught his attention. Eyes narrowed viciously, he jerked his head about, nostrils flaring as Beth crammed one of his men into the water, driving her sword after him. Though plenty of his crewmates remained, none seemed to ready to meet her. Hissing under his breath, Alistair rolled his eyes back to Scarlet’s dulling gape.
“Maybe I can still get what I wanted, eh?”
Face drained of color and dress slathered in crimson, Beth leapt over the fallen man and rushed Alistair with all her might, releasing a shriek that mirrored Scarlet’s only seconds before. Alistair let Scarlet slip limply from his hand, kicking her face away from the water so that her cheek rested on the rocky grit a few paces away. He was unsuspecting of Beth’s rage filled swipes - they were uncoordinated and blind, but fierce.
They spun all around the cave, both striking to kill. Beth’s hands were cut and slathered with her own blood, but even against the sting her passes brought, she fought with a hot fury she had never felt. A red film flew over her blurred vision until she wasn’t even sure what or who she was swinging at.
Scarlet reached outward with trembling fingers, clawing at the twisting figures. She could barely make out Beth’s flying hair - it had come loose of its binds long ago - but she kept her eyes focused there, forcing herself to follow the sway it fell victim to each time Beth swung her arms.
“Scarlet!” Beth yowled, her panic laced thick. “Scarlet, stay awake!”
Scarlet did not want to stay awake, but she tried anyway - for Beth.
“She’s done for, wench,” Alistair snarled, striking Beth’s hilt so hard that her fingers bounced away from the sword, sending it spiraling into the waters below. “But not before she watched you die.”
“Never,” Beth snarled, taking a step away. “We will burn you and your ship till there’s nothing but ash in the ocean.”
Alistair’s smirk only widened. “It is you who will be floating in the sea, gypsy.”
Beth avoided his strikes by sheer speed, ducking and bouncing away without pause. Anger rose in the form of pink cheeks, his teeth clenched with lips pulled away to reveal them. They drew closer and closer to Scarlet, where the water thinned, until Beth could safely turn about and sprint for the shore. Alistair followed her, but Beth was like a bullet from a pistol. She had no idea if Scarlet had any weapons, but she hoped she did.
Diving over Scarlet’s stilling body, Beth tore at the belt around her waist and ripped whatever cool object her fingers fumbled over.
Alistair had his sword swinging at Beth’s neck when she pointed the pistol at his chest and pulled the trigger. As the water consumed him, Beth sank to her knees beside her Captain.
“Anyone else!?” Beth challenged, voice high pitched and breathless.
When the first man broke away from his group to slink near the yawning gap in the, the rest of them followed. Hyperventilating, Beth bowed her head to catch her composure, if only for a second, then turned to the bleeding woman at her side.
Beth flung herself over Scarlet, her hands fumbling over her wound. Scarlet rolled her head at an agonizingly slow pace that made Beth’s heart leap into her throat. She peered at the gasping woman as she tore her bandana from her head to press it to Scarlet’s stomach. The fact that the Captain did not flinch or show any sign of pain scared her more than the blood painting the water red.
“Get out,” Scarlet rasped.
“No,” Beth snapped, not arguing any further.
“Leave me here,” Scarlet continued. “They will come back.”
“If they know what is good for them, they will never come across me again,” Beth snarled, looking Scarlet square in the eyes. “Now shut up, we have to go back to the ship.”
“Beth,” Scarlet whispered, her hand fluttering to touch her cheek. Beth froze in her place, hand hovering over Scarlet’s middle. “I am not going to make it to the ship.”
“Don’t you say that,” Beth howled, face growing red. “Don’t give up on me.”
Scarlet’s free hand slipped from the pocket of her coat, holding to the chain of the necklace with two fingers. She lifted it to Beth’s chest, intent on her taking it. Beth’s face washed with fury. Scarlet pressed her palm flat over Beth’s chest, the cold pendant causing a pain that Beth felt might not even be real.
“Take it,” Scarlet gurgled. “It’s supposed t- bring good for-”
“It has brought us nothing but hell,” Beth said through gritted teeth.
A small smile touched the Captain’s lips. “Because I was not wearing it.”
Sighing, Beth took a brief moment to slip the necklace over her head.
“Do not ever take that off,” Scarlet heaved, her chest heaving with the effort it took to speak.
“Scarlet,” Beth argued.
“Captain,” she corrected, voice hardly audible.
“Okay, fine, but- Scarlet- Captain-”
Her gaze unfocused and her fingers curled against Beth’s face. Eyes widening to the size of the cave itself, Beth reached upward to catch Scarlet’s hand as it fell. Beth drew in a sharp gasp as she watched Scarlet’s eyes flutter shut, her head rolling so that her cheek was turned. Lip quivering, Beth’s hand shot forward to clasp Scarlet’s forearms.
“Hey,” Beth gasped. “Hey, don’t- Captain, you can’t sleep.”
She received nothing but the lap of the tide over the rocky bank.
“Scarlet,” Beth squeaked, feeling her own body begin to quake.
Beth was glad that no one was around to hear the squeal that left her lips.
With Scarlet hung over her back, Beth staggered out of the cave, her feet slipping and catching with every awful step she took. She held fast to Scarlet’s arms, which she’d wrapped around her neck. Beth nearly tumbled into the ocean when they reached the steeper part of the climb. At the top of the plateau, Beth was glad to set her sights on the black horse waiting anxiously in the brush not too far away.
“Bello,” Beth wheezed. “Aiutami!”
Not understanding her request, the horse only rolled its ears against its skull. Eyes squeezing shut, Beth lurched onward, dragging both herself and the woman on her back as far as she could, until her knees could no longer support Scarlet’s weight. Buckling with a pitiful cry, Beth still held to Scarlet’s arms, her shoulders quaking with a few spontaneous sobs.
“You know,” she told her. “It would be a lot easier if you wouldn’t have fainted.”
Alarmed at his master’s tears, Bello trotted forward, shoving his face into Scarlet’s hair. With one sniff, the horse released a frightened whinny and jerked his head upward, feet dancing back in reproach. Beth turned her head to peer at her closest friend, shaking her.
“Shh,” she demanded. “Va bene. Ha solo dormendo!”
The horse did not seem too convinced.
It was a struggle, to lift Scarlet onto Bello’s back - both from how heavy she had suddenly become and Bello’s squirms and snorts. Frustrated with him, Beth did not understand why he was so terrified. He’d been with her through the thick of battle and kept the calmest of tempers. Now, when she needed him hushed the most, he would not sit still. After several tries to sling Scarlet over his back, Beth finally hefted Scarlet over, then climbed into the saddle. She rolled Scarlet awkwardly, until She had her braced against her torso. She was as limp as a ragdoll. Beth had to trust that Bello would take the right path, as she had to hold Scarlet with both of her arms.
Struggling to stay on top of the speeding animal, Beth buried her face in Scarlet’s back. She was unbearably cold and no matter how much Beth wrapped herself around the smaller woman, her skin only grew icier. It took what seemed like an era for the red sails to come into view. When they did, Beth cried at Bello to go faster - it was all she could do to stay in the saddle.
At their approach, it was clear that something was wrong. From the bow, Vin wrapped his hands around the railings, eyes widening when he caught the blood on both of their faces - and how limp Scarlet looked, clutched in Beth’s hands. Peeling backward, Vin shrieked William’s name at the top of his lungs, prying the frightened man from below deck faster than Vin had ever seen him move.
Rushing to leave the ship first, they sprinted down the deck, briefly shoving each other to hop on the ladder first. In the end, it was Vin that descended a little more than halfway down, then dropped to the ground, not caring about the sudden sting on his palms. Will took much longer, as he scaled the thing step by step, but raced just as fast toward the approaching horse.
“Arresto, Bello, arresto!” Beth cried as the horse nearly surged past the boys. Front hooves kicking up gravel as the horse skidded to a screaming stop, Beth nearly fell. If it weren’t for Vin’s rushing embrace, she would have flown over Bello’s head. He took them both in his grasp, yanking them from the horse.
“Che cosa hai fatto a mi tesoro?” Vin yelled, clawing Scarlet from Beth’s fingers. Surprised at her limpness, Vin fell to his knees with her, clasping her face in his hands desperately, eyes wide and filled with panic. His hands flew over her body, until they pressed to the still wet blood that coated her shirt. Horrified, Vin brought his hand to his face, body jerking once, then falling rigid.
“Beth,” Will gasped, having been holding her the second Vin took Scarlet away. “Beth, are you hurt? Oh my god, your eye- what-”
“Alistair,” Beth whined, still looking at Vin, even though his attention was fully devoted to Scarlet. “She thought there were petty thieves… but it was a trap.”
“Where is he,” Vin snarled in a tone that Beth had never heard leave his lips. It petrified her more than it should have.
“I killed him,” Beth whispered. “He did this to her. Take her on board, hurry- I tried to stop the bleeding, but I don’t think I...” Beth lost her voice as Vin let Scarlet slip from his fingers, getting to his feet so that he could turn to tower over her. Will pressed his arm protectively over her torso, narrowing his eyes, but Vin wasn’t even aware of his presence.
“She’s dead,” Vin said in the flattest, emotionless tone Beth had ever heard.
Beth’s face drew blank. She shook her head quickly, her drenched hair clinging to her cheeks. “No, she fainted. Get her on the ship, you idiota! She’s losing blood!” Vin only glowered. Beth pursed her lips and slammed her hands into his chest, shoving him away from Scarlet’s still form. Beth dove at her side, collecting her in her arms as best she could.
“Beth,” Vin barked.
“Help me,” Beth gasped.
“Elizabeth!” Vin shouted.
“Damn it,” Beth howled. “Help me!”
“Elisa!” Vin’s voice rang for what seemed like miles. Wheezing hysterically, Beth sank back to her knees, snapping her face around to look at him. Vin rushed forward, wrapping a forearm around her front, and used another to clasp her shoulder, ripping her away from Scarlet in one fierce motion. The cry that left her lips had the entire ship looking over the rails.
Will felt very out of place, watching his wife sob in another man’s arms. As they howled at one another, Will let his eyes drop to the person in question, pursing his lips. He swept to her side, gently rolling her over on her back. Two fingers pressed to her neck, Will nearly made the devastating mistake of taking his own pounding heart for hers. He pressed his ear to her chest - but he heard nothing but the hollowness where it had once sang. He glanced up, a single tear spilling from his eyes as Beth flailed, trying to get free of Vin’s grasp. She screamed words that he didn’t understand, not soothed at all by the answering spews that left Vin’s lips.
Taking the Captain in his arms, Will lifted her from the ground and drifted near the forest, intent on burying her wherever he could no longer hear Beth’s grief.
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