crocodile rock @beatricvs - Tumblr Blog

diomandetm:

𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 . after all , what does that say about him ? yet , it comes as no surprise ; romeo knows he has quite the reputation and the wrap sheet to match , an endless list of loveless nights spent with names forgotten . “ oui — yes ! come on , mon amie , the only law major i’ve been with … at least , i think he is , ” even he has a hard time recalling ; he couldn’t be sure . “ you say that , until your wild girl antics get you in trouble , and you need to make sure you don’t end up in one of those pretty , orange jumpsuits , ” looks her up and down and continues , “ it’s really not your colour . ” finishing off the glass of red , in one swift motion , he picks up what’s left of the bottle and pours out the remains — not without offering her a refill . “ you think i should have fucked the father as well ? believe me , i tried . i suppose some people are less susceptible to my charms . who would have known ? ” lips press against the rim of the glass , and he almost chokes at her apparent disgust , taking mock offence . “ what ? so , you don’t like being associated with me in a romantic sense ? trust me , you could do worse . ”

“ what on earth do you mean , ‘ not my colour? ’ ” a look of petulance darts across her face like a bolt of particularly ferocious lightning . she’s always taken any slight , real or imagined , as a full-blown , personal attack . from her dear romeo , however , the sting is somewhat less potent . he can say the things that no one else can and not have his head torn off as a result . “ the father , yes . but i just don’t think the breakdown of his parents’ marriage is equal to ruining a perfectly lovely dior sweater . ” evidently , they both take their sartorial choices very seriously . “ most marriages end in divorce these days . ” she says it with a nonchalant roll of her shoulders , as though the collapse of a decades long relationship was about as regretful as knocking over a glass of champagne . béatrice has so little concept of what a committed , steady , NORMAL relationship really means that it all seems rather ridiculous to her . “ besides , it’s just not very imaginative . sleeping with the mother , i mean . ” a teasing tut slips past her glossy doll lips . “ i reckon you can do better next time , ro ro . ” she adds contemplatively , eyebrows darting upward as if to say ‘ you know i’m right. ’ " i object to being called a girlfriend . it's really nothing to do with you , mon petit chou . " béatrice waves long , slender fingers dismissively , as though the statement isn't irritatingly vague .

#☾ * ✶ * — convo #☾ * ✶ * — romeo

izzydupont:

“you are obnoxious. you do know that, right?” izzy couldn’t help but look down at her top and scoff at her sister when she realised bea was right. “it looks better on me so it entitles me to an attitude.” isabella quickly picked up her own spoon and scooped a bit of mint choc chip ice cream for herself. somehow, it tasted better than her own choice – which had been vanilla and looked delicious seconds before. humming satisfied, isabella used her left hand to fix a strand of hair that sat in an odd angle – in her eyes, since her hair was her beloved joy and béatrice’s reminded her so much of her own – in her sister’s head. “that’s tough. i haven’t seen you in two days.” isabella’s voice could be taken as harsh by someone who didn’t know her. she didn’t think she had to explain further. she hated going days without seeing her sister, even though she wasn’t particularly affectionate.

“ you are obnoxious. ” the girl mimicked, sticking her chin up and adopting an air of supremacy . a rather good impression of her baby sister , if she did say so herself . maybe that was because so much of izzy was simply béatrice in a more manageable , neater , commercialised package — at least , that’s how the elder du pont sister saw it . when they were little , adults could almost never tell them apart . they were so similar in practically every way , from their mannerisms right down to the precise slope of their noses , and the less than twelve months between them only added to the confusion , with the sisters often being mistaken for twins . batting izzy’s hand away , a displeasured grimace sparked across her features . “ jesus . fuck off . not everyone wants to be little miss perfect . i like my hair the way it is . ” clearly , the similarities had long since been eroded . leaning in close to her sister , the hair indiscretion quickly forgotten , bea’s eyes glinted with something mischievous . “ what have you been up to , huh ? causing lots of trouble and doing me proud , i hope . ” a wicked grin curved up the corners of her mouth .

#☾ * ✶ * — convo #☾ * ✶ * — izzy

izzydupont

location : khione’s scoops .

“well… it is certainly convenient that i found you here.” isabella scoffed, placing her handbag on one of the chairs before sitting down in front of the other student. her original plan was to enjoy a scoop of ice cream by herself, but as she arrived and scanned all the tables full of mingling students, the somehow familiar face called for her. “if we do have to share pleasantries and small chat in order to share this table, you can start now. somehow it sounds better than the freshmen chatter i’ve had to endure all day.”

beatricvs

“ fucking hell , izzy bizzy . ” she leaned back slowly in her chair , irises languorously travelling up and down her sister . not a hair out of place , which came as no surprise . “ i don’t know why you’ve got such an attitude when that’s my top you’re wearing . ” an eyebrow shot up in mild irritation , before béatrice resumed shovelling mint choc chip ice cream into her mouth . there was nothing ladylike about the eldest du pont sibling . “ quite honestly, i would much rather sit in awkward silence . ” she spoke through a mouthful of delicious , sugary excitement .

#☾ * ✶ * — convo #☾ * ✶ * — izzy

devereauxfm

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 for @beatricvs .

location : romeo’s lounge .

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒑 , and completely sprawled out , his arm hangs off the edge of the sofa , with a wine glass in his same hand , dangerously close to staining the pristine , white carpet a deep crimson . few people can romeo be truly this intimate with , in a platonic sense at least ; sexually was another story . béatrice was his kind of person , after all — esteemed and wealthy of course , but also non judgmental and just as indulgent as he . “ shit , i forgot to tell you ! ” he slurs , jumping from her lap , and the wine almost with him . “ remember that guy i was ‘ dating ’ — ” he uses the term loosely , “ — you know , the law major that saw you leaving my place , and threw his , what tasted like an ice chai latte , in my face , slash , whose mother i slept with ? i saw him the other day , he asked me how my little ‘ girlfriend ’ was . you want to know what i told him ? ” accent thick , and far broader than usual , he leans forward , “ ’ i don’t know , how is mrs . humphrey ? ’ let me tell you , his face dropped . — you ruin a dior sweater , i ruin your parents’ marriage . ”

beatricvs

“ law major ? ” the repetition gives béatrice sufficient delay to recall the PRECISE man to whom romeo was referring . after all , HE has quite the revolving door of entanglements and SHE has quite the habit of letting identifying traits slip through cracks . “ law major . huh . law . ” admittedly , she doesn’t fully understand the concept of ‘ T H E law . ’ what is the point in it ? one could simply buy their way out of any unwanted scrape , rendering it redundant in her eyes . she can rather envision herself banging a gavel and ordering people around , though . “ he has bad taste in majors , average taste in iced beverages . ” béatrice notes , although , as established , she likely won’t remember any of this in the morning - and not only on account of the wine . “ to tell you the truth of it , mon cher , i think he got off quite lightly. ” she hums in response , mirroring his conspiratorial movement closer . there is no one she prefers to tear down other humans with . “ girlfriend. how offensive. ” her nose wrinkles in disgust , an afterthought that leaves a bad taste in her mouth . she loves romeo , no doubt about that , but their love is so much more than the kind shared between a boyfriend and girlfriend . twin flames comes closer to describing them , but even that categorisation fails to capture the copious facets of their relationship .

#☾ * ✶ * — convo #☾ * ✶ * — romeo

☾ * ✶ * — the eldest sibling of the DU PONT family ,

béatrice sévérine ,

is xxi years old and is known by the codename nyx !