❝ [ we're the new romantics ]

[casimir]

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yeah so since I am seriously way too freaking lazy to make
separate threads for all these challenges flying around, I'm just..
gonna use one thread. Please keep in mind some of these are
from others stories, just me being dumb and messing around,
or needing a distraction. I guess I'll link whatever challenge
I'm using on each post. You can post your comments here
if you want to, I don't care. Or, heck, you can pm me or whatever
I really don't care either way. I just need a distraction
from life issues and since captian and rosemarie would
nOt sHUt uP about it... here i am. So, yeah. Awesome.
Very cool.

[casimir]

These are not my characters // beth & vin // from delcie's 100 scene challenge.
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She sat atop the hill, legs drawn, thoughts scattered. A gentle breeze tickled the loose ends of the braid resting near the small of her back. Though alone, Elizabeth felt content with the rolling stars and her bottle of rum. Her spat with her husband had propelled her swiftly from the doors of the cabin, where she promptly hunkered within the shielding reeds.

She had misplaced her count of the bottles littered about her sides. Beth found it rather funny that her mind buzzed in time with the bugs passing by her ears. Erren would soon be prying himself from his much appreciated slumber, but no matter how much she willed it, Beth simply could not force herself back to her feet.

When she had nearly counted all the stars her single eye could capture, footsteps sounded just beyond her hiding place. Face falling, she was quite certain that it was William, readying a forced apology to which he would expect the same return. Each crunch that grew annoyingly louder convinced her that she would in fact, not be sorry. She kept her body angled away from the nearing figure, jaw set tight with her stubborn grievances.

“Are you going to sit out here and sulk all evening?” Relieved to find the voice belong to Vin, rather than Will, Beth rolled her head to look at him, eyes drooped with her drunkenness. The man’s lips pursed into a thin-lipped scowl. Beth knew that look well: and saw it perhaps a little too much. His heel shot forward to scuttle the bottles away, the glass crackling with the light of the sky overhead.

“Drinking is not going to make your problems go away,” Vin scolded. He did not like to see her drown whatever words Will brought her way. Only to wake up the following morning with a relentless grudge and a pounding head.

“Why s’it matter?” Beth slurred, voice low and unusually gravely. “ A’least I can shut him out that way.” Still holding to a half empty bottle, she brought it to her lips, rolling her hand upward to tilt the stinging liquid down the hatch. She managed to swallow her mouthful, but the rest of the rum was flung all over the innocent plants in front of them at the smack of Vin’s palm to hers.

Fury churning her stomach, Beth reeled, face pinching with a coming snap, but Vin’s angered expression was plenty to silence her. Instead, she closed her mouth, breathing a heavy hiss that toyed with Vin’s hair. Her eyes narrowed at his leaning forward, wanting to twist the finger that he so challengingly slanted near her nose.

“This is what a coward would do,” Vin informed her. “Go in there, talk it out, and move on. Honestly, you fight as if there is no love there at all.”

“Sometimes I feel like there isn’t,” Beth spoke much louder than he did, overpowering his last few words. Slightly baffled, Vin lingered only for a moment, then teetered back to where he’d originally sat. Face snapping the opposite direction, Beth gathered her skirt, stumbling blindly. Vin reached out, clasping her hip to settle her sway, but her fingers tapped harshly against his, shooing them elsewhere.

She began to waddle back, aiming for the cabin’s distant steps, but she was suddenly aware that she was no longer walking, as Vin had clasped her wrist. Confused, she looked back at him, lifting her chin daringly. Vin dropped her hand, but closed their part with one big step.

“You do not mean that,” Vin nearly whispered. “You love him.”

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” Beth spat.

“You,” Vin sighed. Beth met his gaze, then, with a squint, drew so close that their chests touched. Vin’s amber glower faded with shock, yet, he stood still.

“You know,” Beth scoffed, lowering her head with a curt laugh. “Sometimes I wished I’d stayed with you.”

Beth held his eyes, but Vin had the panicking need to turn away. He hadn’t a clue if the words she spit were fogged with her intoxication or wound with inward truth. He planned to question her further, but she lashed out, clasping his face in her hands. Vin’s body fell victim to shock, unable to calculate the brush of feverish lips that pressed to his. As soon as she’d kissed him, she tore away, taking a wide step that was nearly enough to remove her of her stand. Shaking her head, Beth spun about, zigzagging frantically for their home.

Watching her go, Vin’s hands fluttered to his lips, taking in a heaving, panicking breath. Casting a frantic glance to the bottles below - anything to tear his eyes away from Beth - Vin gave the nearest glass a fierce kick.

She could absolutely be telling the truth.

But he hoped - for both her sake, and his own - that she wasn’t.

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

you're good
it's Beth
exactly
Beth
Its as good as Captain and Rosemarrie/Bess/ Elizabeth, whatever username they're under right now

[casimir]

ahhh really? o.o
thank you ♥
my confidence is not exactly.. to their level, though.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Confidence with their level is not to be grasped

[casimir]

heh heh heh, I know right?
I love your work, too, by the way cx

[casimir]

oh don't you pretend like i didn't warn you, entlein!

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

Don't say I didn't
Say I didn't
Warn ya

[casimir]

beth only wants loooove
if its torture

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]