Family first, always.

Before she became fire, she was water. Quenching the thirst of every dying creature. She gave and she gave until she turned from sea to desert. But instead of dying from the heat, the sadness, the heartache, she took all of her pain and from her own ashes, became fire. Bella Byrne. Thirty-Four. Twin to Benjamin. Sister to Jensen, George, & Helena.

[persephoneslesbians]

Texting meme

[clairemasons]

Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

Send ☎ for a rushed text

Send ☏ for a loving text

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

Send ø for a late night text

Send ✘ for a hateful text

[bellabyrne]

@jaxrom

Bella Byrne couldn’t say that many Friday nights were met with random conversation and drinks at the bar, but this night was. There she sat, perched atop a barstool swirling a straw in her drink, the ice clinking against the sides as she made small talk with the man next to her. A grin stretched her lips, perhaps a bit dramatic given he wasn’t actually that charming at all. However, the blonde had noticed the minute Jax walked into the bar and thus, her conversation with another served an entirely new purpose. She wondered how long before he intervened or if he’d let the conversation continue. 

[bellabyrne]

jensen.

“Might have a smoke in the lounge,” he pondered, one corner of his lips turning up in a lopsided grin. Jensen knew as good as anyone that smoking inside was not legal, but he couldn’t care less. Would people be annoyed at that? Yes. Did he care? Not one bit. No one in their right minds would say something about it to him anyway. Not if they wanted to stay alive, that is. When he felt the weight of Bella leaning against his shoulder, that little bit of tension that was there before, had faded. Knowing his younger sister was okay and not left all alone made him a lot calmer. As long as no one else made his blood boil, he didn’t mind staying in this hospital. “Ye’ need some food or anythin’? Coffee?”

“Of course you will,” she chuckled, her head still resting against his shoulder. She knew full and well that he wasn’t above such. Reputation proceeded the wily Irish clan, whether they wanted it to or not and Bella knew no one would dare go against the eldest Byrne. 

Pulling away from him, she considered the food options and her stomach turned in disgust. She’d had enough hospital food during her stay and the thought of eating another bite left a nasty taste in her mouth. “Maybe just a coffee,” she answered. “But, while we’re away from the others...” she lead, knowing Benjamin had already warned her away from the topic. “I wanted to talk to you about the fire. Benji won’t tell me anything and I deserve to be a part of this conversation,” she reasoned, hoping Jensen would be more understanding. 

[bellabyrne]

nikki.

Nikki had never been one for hospitals but he also wasn’t one for enclosed spaces, not that the hospital was all that enclosed but knowing he were pretty much trapped inside somewhere made it feel a lot more claustrophobic than Nikki would’ve liked. It didn’t take long for the dark haired male to start wondering around the Bayfield hospita, trying to distract himself by poking his head in a couple rooms, talking to a couple people, entertaining himself by snooping around. Walking towards one of the nurse stations, Nikki noticed the girl sitting in the chair and the very tempting bottle of whiskey in plain sight. A small smile washed over the males features as the blonde spoke causing Nikki to shrug his shoulders while he walked closer to the counter, leaning against the opposite side. “You’re in luck, I never been a fan of ratting people out.” Nikki spoke, standing straight again and tapping his hands on the counter. “So, you gonna crack that shit open or should I?” 

A grin spread the woman’s lips as she eyed the man before her. “We probably shouldn’t be caught at the nurse’s station with confiscated items,” she replied, moving around the counter. “But, I’m sure we can find a suitable drinking location.” Anything to bide the time until officials released them. Not bothering to check if he followed, Bella walked down the hall, peeking inside windows until she found a vacant patient room. Somewhat surprising given that likelihood of increased accidents during the blizzard. Pushing her way inside, she settled on one of the two beds, grabbing the remote to the television and flipping through the channels coming up with nothing more than a ‘searching for signal’ notice. With a groan, she brought the bottle of whiskey to her lips and took a quick swig. It wasn’t the quality she was accustomed to, but no complaints were found as she handed it over. “So, if you’re not a fan of ratting people out, what are you a fan of?” 

[bellabyrne]

james.

James was trying to make the best out of a crappy situation. He didn’t have his computer or any of the books he was reading. All he had was the hospital and the people lingering inside of it. While he had communication out to both of his sisters, he was still worried about their safety. Woes of being a big brother, he supposed. “Oh sure, not a problem.” He grabbed the Cosmopolitan and handed it over to the woman across from him. “Yeah, I’m James. Wait, how do you know that?” He wasn’t wearing a name tag and he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen her around before. 

The man’s curiosity was met with a smile. She liked having the upper hand in any situation, even one as unimportant as this. “Good memory,” she answered, taking the magazine from his hand and idly flipping through the pages before raising beryl orbs to meet his. A light laugh escaped through parted lips as she turned another page. “I’m just teasing. Well, not really. I’m a friend of Juliette’s.” As simple of an explanation as she could provide without sounding totally creepy. “I saw a picture once when she mentioned you. I’m Bella Byrne. It’s nice to officially meet the long lost brother.”  

[bellabyrne]

@jameshawthorne

The night was young but the mandate forcing residents inside would see that was no longer the case. Bella had already been at the hospital, for the better part of the day, as doctors ran test after test on the eldest Byrne sister. Sans the slowly mending collarbone, she was given a clean bill of health and the go-ahead to leave, which was quickly followed by the newscast placing Bayfield in a state of emergency. Groaning, she settled back into the chair, dropping her purse on the floor beside her. “I’ll trade you,” she spoke up. There was only one other person in the small waiting room at the time and Bella could almost place him, determined she knew him from somewhere. “This National Geographic,” she said holding up the magazine resting on the table beside her. “For that Cosmopolitan.” A finger pointed at the other publication resting closer to him. “Wait, you’re James, right?” It was like a lightbulb went off, connecting the dots. He was Jules’ brother, one he’d only seen in one picture she’d shown her, but Bella was usually good with faces. 

[bellabyrne]

@poppycopeland

Given recent events — New Year’s Eve and now the blizzard, Bella and Poppy’s friendship had transformed. Before, she’d regarded the other as a mere good-time friend, but the accident had pulled the two closer than ever. She knew both itched to get away from the hospital having just occupied beds almost two weeks ago, but there they found themselves once more. Apparently, check-ups were required after hospitalization. Who knew? But, with dangerous weather conditions now threatening the town, it seemed they were stuck. “I’ll be happy if I never lay eyes on this place again,” she huffed, sprawled out on a waiting room couch, her head reading in the other’s lap. “Did they say how long we’re being held captive?”

[bellabyrne]

@vaguedisguise

Forearm rested against her stomach as her arm was still cradled by a sling. Collarbones didn’t heal as quickly as one would like to think, but Bella was adjusting. Even if frustration currently found the woman. Between the fact that a continual ache traveled her bones, the blizzard rendered her trapped inside hospital walls she’d only seemingly just left, and the fucking vending machine just ate the last of her change, Bella didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to idly sit. “Motherfook,” she breathed, raising free arm to bang against the glass frame, her bag of pretzels steadfast in place. Looking around the room, her eyes landed upon another. “What’re you lookin’ at?” she questioned, a scowl upon her lips as she stared the other down. However, she knew the circumstances they found themselves in now weren’t the fault of anyone and a sigh fell from her lips as she ran a hand through blond locks. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, moving just two steps closer to the other. “I’d offer to buy you a coffee to make up for it, but that was the last of my coins. The machine snatched ‘em.”

[bellabyrne]

@jensenbyrne

No one wanted to be stuck in a hospital less than Bella, except for maybe Jensen. The thought alone was possibly the only humor she found in the situation at all. “How long before you’re tempted to brave the storm for a smoke?” she teased, leaning against the hallway he currently occupied. “I give it an hour, tops. Maybe even thirty minutes.” A grin split across her lips, as she leaned her shoulder on her older brother’s shoulder. It was rare for any of the Byrne siblings to show affection to one another. They would die for one another, every single one, but conveying those feelings wasn’t always the easiest. But, after the fire at the manor and without knowing who had set it or whether they had meant to cause her intentional harm, Bella felt safer knowing Jensen was beside her now. 

[bellabyrne]

@nikkimarcello

Being told you couldn’t do something only gave you the itch to do it more, but Bella knew leaving the hospital wasn’t an option. Not with forecasts predicting multiple feet of snow. But, she also knew she wasn’t suited to sit in the waiting room, piled up with the rest of Bayfield’s citizens. It wasn’t that she thought she was better than anyone, just that she wasn’t as boring. The man beside her was testament to that fact as he droned on and on about the different cats he’d been forced to leave at home. At what seemed to be a stopping point in his story, Bella excused herself. She didn’t know where she was going, feet carrying her forward, but an empty nurses’ desk called her name. As she sat down in the chair, a box of confiscated items drew her eye, particularly the bottle of whiskey sitting on top. Fluidly, she swiped the alcohol and stood to make her getaway before beryl orbs landed upon another. “If you keep your mouth shut, I’ll share.”

[bellabyrne]

benji. 

@bellabyrne

It’d been two days following the accident, and Benjamin hadn’t left her bedside. Not since the moment, he’d heard she’d gotten hurt, though they both knew he’d felt it the very instant. That was just how they were, how they’d always been and a certain rage had been alit that someone thought they could hurt his sister. “Bells, stop fookin’ movin’ around.” He comments, feet resting atop the end of her bed. “I just got comfortable, woman.” 

Bella shifted once more, wincing as pain shot through her collarbone. Damned doctors could little more than put her in a sling for such an injury and despite the pain medication being delivered around the clock, she still hurt. Hell, breathing hurt. “I’m pretty sure it’s about my comfort,” she quipped, maneuvering just enough that her free hand could grab a loose pillow to launch at her brother’s face. “Not yours.” 

The last two days had been a blur as she came and went in and out of consciousness, but each time she awoke, it was Ben’s face she saw. Reassurances always followed and she knew as long as he was here, she would be okay. “Who in the fook would do this to us, Benji? Do we even know who the dead guy was? And for God’s sake, have the said when they’re releasin’ me?” 

[bellabyrne]

@thcomxson

One last exhale and the class ended. Theo was busy talking with others in the class, not surprising as she was the instructor, and Bella hung back a minute to wait on her as she collected her yoga mat and water bottle. “Nice job today,” she smiled, coming to stand beside the brunette. “I’m thinking we hit the juice bar? Or lunch? I could do lunch.” The sports complex had a series of concession stand-like food options, but nothing healthy, which seemed a little counterproductive in the grand scheme of things. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.” 

[bellabyrne]

poppy.

The blonde finished painting her lips perfectly red. She took her time with her makeup, because it was one of those things that gave her the illusion of total control. Control was something she craved even in the smallest of forms - even if it was just how she made herself look, even if it was her own image. Pressing her lips together firmly once, her lips made a small pop noise as she pulled them apart. “Just trying not to give you a big head,” the tiny blonde finally turned to her friend with a sly teasing smile.  Tucking her hair behind her ear, she posed slightly. “Thanks, I know, I look not bad myself.” A small laugh escaped her pout lips. Poppy didn’t put up with a lot of people, but Bella was one of those that never asked for much. Their relationship was pretty surface level, which felt comfortable with Poppy. Pulling a little bag of white powder out of her bra, she tossed it to her friend. “Of course. You think I come to a party without any influences.”

Bella bumped her friend to the side, creating the room for the mirror to be shared as the two touched up their makeup-- the tube of nude lipstick gliding across full lips. “I should have had better foresight than to think I could get through a party without special favors,” she grinned. Poppy was the only person in Bayfield who knew about the eldest Byrne sister’s dabble in recreational drug use and that was exactly how she liked it. Taking the bag, Bella dipped her pinky finger in, a small amount of the powder being scooped and balanced on her perfectly manicured nail before she brought it to her nose. Quickly, before someone could walk in, she used her free hand to close her one nostril and inhaled the drug with the other, sniffling as it moved from finger to nasal cavity. “You’re the best, you know? Here, you go,” she held the bag out to the other. “And then we dance.” The curl of lips revealed white teeth as she felt the effects of cocaine, already a more lively, animated version of herself-- the perfect person to play hostess at a party. 

[bellabyrne]

[bellabyrne]

“Hilga,” Bella attempted, her best Russian accent failing to cover her Irish one as she erupted into a fit of laughter approaching her friend. It was an old routine the two had, a running joke of sorts usually played on the men who flirted with them on while out and about, but tonight Bella just couldn’t resist. “Please tell me you’re having fun,” she pleaded, amusement lacing her tone as she linked arms with the woman, her head coming rest on her shoulder. “If not, I demand drinks and dancing to remedy.” @octaviawriting

[bellabyrne]

rich.

Rich had spent enough time idling at the bar, two glasses deep into his favorite scotch and ready as he ever would be to mingle with those he knew (and some he didn’t). Juliette had stayed within a close proximity which, if he was being honest, made him feel much better about spending so much time inside an ocean of bodies that moved continuously against him. That said, the bar itself had become too crowded, and it had him feeling a bit anxious. He grabbed his drink and turned around, twisting and turning around all of the people that were eagerly awaiting their champagne and cocktails. Suddenly a familiar body appeared within his vision, and a fleeting thought had Rich wondering why she would have to wait in line at all, considering who she was. Either way, he offered a smile, and though it was small it was genuine. “Evening, Bella.” He paused, stopping to make conversation with one of the few people he felt inclined to. “I’ve a sneaking suspicion that the grandeur of this party was all your idea.” He took a small sip of his drink, glimmer of amusement in his eye. “You did a great job. It’s amazing.” [ @bellabyrne ]

The energy of the room only served to amplify the eldest Byrne sister’s social nature as she laughed and danced with many in attendance, a permanent smile curling her lips as she circled the room-- her soft laugh carrying as she played the part of the perfect hostess. It was only when her martini glass found itself empty, the green olive the only remnant resting in the bottom, did she excuse herself, heading towards the bar to gather fresh drinks for herself and Warren. The crowded area, people brushing against one another as they all worked for a piece of bartop and the bartender’s attention, pushed Bella to consider slipping behind the bar to fetch her own freshments, but a voice caught her attention before she moved forward. 

Turning, beryl orbs founded the man rather easily and an easy smile fell onto her lips.  “Rich,” she greeted, “enjoying yourself I hope.” Bella motioned another to move past her as she carried her conversation. “Your sneaking suspicion might just be dead on,” she laughed, “but if Ben asks how much it cost, then it was all Helena. But thank you. Where’s Jules?” A question she hardly needed to ask, knowing she couldn’t be too far away. While in most ways, Bella considered Juliette to be her best friend, it seemed lately she and Rich had been joined at the hip. “I haven’t had a chance to catch her tonight.”  

[bellabyrne]

poppy.

@bellabyrne

The evening had started out slow, but was continuing to pick up steam. She had been to better parties. She had been to worse parties. It was less about the party itself, and more about the people around her who could keep her impatient mind from wandering off so quickly. Poppy had stopped in the bathroom to touch up her make up. Sitting on the edge of the counter of the sink, she glided the red lipstick across her pouted lips. The door opened, causing only her eyes to turn in it’s direction. Her eyes traced up the woman. “Not bad.” She said out loud, turning back to the mirror. Poppy needed to work on the whole filter thing. “I’ll be done in a second.”

From the moment she stepped into the crowded manor, her home away from the apartment she rented a few streets over, Bella was greeted with handshakes and hellos. As her name was one on the invitation, it was expected, but the eldest Byrne sister wanted nothing more than a moment alone. Leaving her date, she made her way to the bathroom, pushing the door open as she let a deep breath out. The voice of another caught her attention as the sigh left her nude lips and beryl orbs trained upon the woman. “A little better than not bad I like to think,” came her answer, an easy smile curving its way onto her lips as she circled to show the details of her gown. “But then again, I’m already two martinis in and a few more, I won’t really care about anything other than what music the DJs playing. Hey, Pops?” she asked, approaching her friend, voice low as to keep their conversation private. “You got a quick bump? And I’ll cover you later?” Her fault for not coming prepared.