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@beatrizcmalmeida
if she still existed, bea would be wearing this to the nye party
do you miss me?
â new phone, who dis ? â
zoeysonderburg :
âRio is almost four times the size of oslo with fourteen times the population, do you really want to compare? I know where weâre at, donât worry, you wonât get lost with me here.â
âokay. point taken. i trust you. but if weâre not lost, will you tell me why youâve led us here ? â
vincentwinsor :
Vincent froze after she asked the question, not because of what she said but because at that moment he realized that he had been holding the map the wrong way. âErrâ I am not sure I know exactly which way to go, but hey? Whatâs a little adventure? Iâll buy us coffee and cute pastries.â
"iâm all for adventure when itâs intended.â his hesitation was a sure enough sign of their current position. lost. âi wonât say no to coffee and pastries but câmon, admit it. i want to hear you say it.â
ncrasigrid :
âAhâŚErmâŚâ Nora paused, glancing around to take in her surroundings, as if that would help. âIâm afraid I have to admit, I have no idea where we are.â
âexcellent,â her sigh was heavy. the island was much easier to navigate. âdo you think they have uber here ? â
princis-g :
âYes⌠and no⌠We werenât lost but we might be now.â
âokay, well iâd warned you before that iâm not with directions and places so getting back to the hotel is completely on you now.â
olimpiacroy :
â i thought you were leading us ? â olimpia stopped and turned to look at the lady. â was i leading us ? â oh bother. â i have no clue where we are. theyâve still got taxis around here, donât they ? if we get truly desperate we can hop into one. â
"wait, wait, wait.â with a finger, bea directs their attention to a store sign. âiâm positive weâve passed this one before. this street looks familiar â no ? â
zoeysonderburg :
âDid you forget who youâre talking to? I donât get lost in Oslo.â
âiâd claim i donât get lost in rio either but itâs not everyday i find myself in a dingy alleyway with questionable signage and no major roads in sight.â
heâs in deep thought while striding through the corridor â thatâs why he does a turn he isnât supposed to do. all the careful mapping of beaâs whereabouts goes to waste as the universe decides his timing is also the worst possible: he almost crashes into her. thereâs a reason why he has tried to avoid meeting her ever since the invasion. it has a lot to do with the fact that people tend to admit things â such as being completely infatuated with someone â while being afraid for their life. itâs exactly what johan did and heâs been dreading to have the inevitable conversation about it. at least he does look sheepish. âoh, iâm sorry. i didnât mean toâŚâ do what? be careful? not talk to her in weeks? âhello?â // @beatrizcmalmeida
sheâs walking at a pace that would have resulted in a nasty collision, had the other not stopped. instinctively, she takes a couple steps back before she realises who sheâd finally bumped into. it had been weeks since sheâd seen him last. above that, lykke had given her too much time off â âtoo recover,â sheâd insisted. though perhaps they had all needed a bit of time to themselves, or to their families. most her time was spend with pedro during his last few days, but now that heâs gone she has too much time to be ârecoveringâ. bea is glad to see johanâs face again, healthy, healing. he is tense though. she knows why, but she doesnât acknowledge it. âjohan ? â the exaggeration is thick in her tone. âyou look so much older. i havenât seen you in... how long ? one would think youâd been avoiding me.â
âyou know your way back to the hotel from here right ? weâre not lost ? â
jchvn :
seeing those bruises on her makes his heart hurt â if thereâs anyone less deserving of brutality, itâs bea. âyou donât have to lie to me.â he reminds her softly. itâs not accusing, simply reminding. heâs there for her, should she need him. heâs glad to see her living and breathing; the mind cooks up all kind of situations when separated from those one cares about. âiâm not too bad. they just got one good punch in. mother and lykke are good, thank god. bit banged up but nothing major.â even saying those words results in major relief being apparent on his features. âweâll get through this. all of us. i promise that.â he grows serious in the span of few seconds: he means his words â he doesnât make empty promises.
nothing short of optimism should be expected from johan. sleep deprived, starved, battered, yet he speaks only comfort. âyou donât know that.â the words come as a whisper, inaudible to anyone else but him. she hates being this negative, but thereâs no telling whatâs happening beyond those walls. her eyes follow lykke and the danish queen, hoping she hadnât drawn their attention. sheâs embarrassed to face them in her state, especially her majesty. âwhat do you think theyâll do when they donât get what they want ? they wonât just keep locking us into different rooms with different people.â
being a perpetual worrier means that johan has spent the last twenty-four hours worried out of his mind. despite seeing familiar faces moderately fine in the first room, now heâs just worried for them all over again, not to even mention those he hasnât even seen. yet there are small solaces â his mother, lykke, even olivier. and beatriz. especially bea. âare you alright?â he asks her, looking properly worried. âi was afraid that something had happened to you.â // @beatrizcmalmeida
relief was enough to momentarily numb every other sense in that moment. pedro is much tougher than she is, or so bea tells herself in an attempt to soothe her restless mind. lykke was her concern over the past day, but upon seeing johan, sheâd realised just how fearful for his life sheâd been too. her eyes are puffed and now glassy; the bluish hues across her cheek are all too prominent on her neck, her arms, and knees. she was stupid to have resisted. she knew better when they moved her this time. at a loss for words, she shakes her head, but contradicts when she breaks the silence. âiâm fine. how are you? all of you?â
@beatrizcmalmeida
Reha had kicked and screamed and all but clawed her way into the room dragged in by one of the masked men. Maybe her survivor instinct wasnât the same as everyone elseâs, the room had been quiet when she had been dragged inside. But she was not going to end up whatever way these maniacs were thinking about. âI will bite your fucking head out you fucking piece of shit!â she screamed as she sat herself up after being thrown on the floor next to the rest of the people in the room.
years and years of training could not have built beatriz up for numbers and force theyâd taken her by. combat, defence, it was supposed to be her strength and sheâd put up a decent fight â but in a losing battle. her eyes were red, but blank; the only sounds escaping her now were the hiccoughs that staggered her breath. it was the same naivety that left beatriz beaten and spat upon that she saw in reha, the moment the english heir dropped beside her. âreha â thereâs no point.â
The list was infinite. Only two rooms were completed and it was already a quarter past four. Grabbing a few pearl cloths and knocking on the coveted door before entering, it was empty. âHallelujah!â Lola squealed. Maintaining cordial conversation with an occupant was an awkward task. High pitched voices over a running vacuum didnât bode well with residents in neighboring rooms. She leaped onto the duvet, admiring it like a child creating a snow angel. âJeez, who pays for this stuff?â Lola spoke aloud as she reached for her duster. Golden ornaments lined the dressers, as she dusted away, softly as to avoid any mishaps. âAnd who keeps all this crap?â
â you can only have the best when it comes to the danish princess. have you met lykke ? even her bags have luxury accessories. you wonât see her beds lined in anything less than sferra. â bea had retreated to the suite to store away jewellery the dane couldnât risk losing to the ocean. it was almost mind numbing how useless she could feel on the island, though she could never complain. with a job such as this, she could afford a monthâs hiatus for volunteering and travel. â whatâs the task after dusting ? â
&. PEDRO. // @pedrocmalmeida
     â you know whatâs one thing i havenât missed ? your constant nagging and scolding. â it was her own way of announcing how much sheâd strangely missed having her brother around. her time away was much needed, but she hadnât expected to feel at home when back on the island. â i honestly donât know how gaia puts up with you. whatever sheâs getting paid, itâs not enough. â