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( margaretmaggiejames )
“It’s a new song, by Nico and Vinz? It’s called ‘That’s How You Know’. They sing it far better than I do.” She said with a nervous laugh.
Emilia gave the pretty blonde a soft smile. “Never heard it, but I’ll check it out. And you’re fine, shh,” she reassured, squeezing her shoulder. “Really, you are.”
( fairestjuliet )
As comforting as Emilia’s words were, they did nothing to quell Juliet’s tears. She tried to look at the woman, but her vision was too blurred and all she could do was sob. Feeling the fabric on her fingers, she took the pink handkerchief from her friend, murmuring, “Thank you.” Hearing that it wasn’t her fault warmed her heart, even if inside the words didn’t ring entirely true alongside her guilt. “I…Have you ever felt that way?” She couldn’t help but ask, the words coming out without her even thinking about it. As if hearing it might comfort her, knowing she wasn’t alone.
Nodding, Juliet tried to focus her mind, wiping her eyes once more. She couldn’t afford to let herself be weak again, now that everything had turned to dust around her. “You’re r-right,” she said, trying to smile. Her voice was rough. “I have to…I have to be strong.” Rubbing her eyes, Juliet tried to keep her voice level. “I just wish I could forget it was all happening, you know? Pretend it was all a dream or something.”
Emilia stroked Juliet’s hair gently in an attempt to calm her down, wishing desperately that this had never happened to her poor, sweet friend, who deserved so much better than this. Biting her lower lip, she gave her a small shrug. “Hopeless? Often, yes.” Smiling thinly, she let her hand rest on Juliet’s shoulder for a moment before she moved it, tapping her fingers against her own knee for a moment.
“I know I am,” Emilia replied with another soft smile, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I know you can be strong. You’re going to be okay - this seems like a huge deal right now, but, soon enough, some other scandal will pop up and this will blow over.” Biting her lower lip, she whispered, “Forgetting that it’s all happening is just going to make it worse. You just need to stay calm, okay?”
( margaretmaggiejames )
That’s how you know you fucked up.” Maggie sang to herself, bobbing her head from side to side as the rhythm played in her head. It had been on repeat in her apartment for days, and now it was her sweeping song. She was about to start the second verse when she was startled by the presence of another person. “Sorry!”
Emilia bit back a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow at the pretty blonde. “What are you singing?” she asked her with a raised eyebrow, giving her a little smile as she spoke.
( benedickwindsor )
“I call ‘em how I see ‘em.”
“God yes. Shit, I can’t even remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t microwaved pizza rolls, honestly. I need real food. What’re you feeling, E-Dawg?”
“E-Dawg?”
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Hmm, there’s this little cafe a few minutes away from here that has the best spaghetti. Maybe there?”
( macbxths )
“It’s a nice enough day for a coffee and baileys, isn’t it?”
“Is that an offer? Because, if so, I’d love to take you up on it.”
“You look like you’ve had a rough day. Can I get you a drink?”
“Yeah, you’re right about that, Cassio.”
“That would be lovely, actually. Thank you. You’re too sweet.”
( fleancing )
“Oh. Oh my God. You’re already like, some sorta weird angel person. Not that you’re weird, that is. Oh my God. Can I have gummy worms? I owe you my life. And my first born. I’ll shut up.” She beamed, cheeks flaming, and she tried and failed to re-calibrate. “I’m Felicity. Hi.”
Emilia laughed at how adorably nervous Felicity was, a smile lighting up her face. “Your first-born? You can keep your future child, thank you very much.” As Felicity blushed, she shook her head, ruffling the teenager’s blonde hair. “No, you don’t have to shut up. You’re adorable. And I’m Emilia. Nice to meet you, Felicity.” She headed towards the concessions stand, ordering a small popcorn, a bottle of water, and gummy worms. Turning towards Felicity, she asked her softly, “Do you want something to drink?”
( fairestjuliet )
Seeing it was Emilia beside her — good, sweet Emilia, who had been so kind to her for no reason at all, who had looked after her — was the thing that finally broke Juliet. All morning, she had kept herself reserved, pushing the emotions away. Usually, she was the first to cry, wearing her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t let herself lose control. Not when everyone was expecting her to. She had to be strong, but when she felt the blonde touch her shoulder, Juliet regressed back into the child she truly was. Tears began falling, and her vision became blurred as she tried to choke out the words, her fingers curled around the chains of her swing.
“I…I can’t…” She couldn’t make out the words she wanted to say, because she wasn’t quite sure what she had to say. Emilia said it wasn’t her fault, but it was. Of course it was. Juliet had made the decision, wholeheartedly, to fall for the one person she couldn’t have; she had sealed her own fate, had thrown her heart away. She’d all but walked to her own execution, smiling serenely the entire way. And now, she was about to have her head chopped off, and nobody could save her. “…I don’t kn-know what to do, Em.” The brunette shook her head, her panic rising. “T-t-tell me what to d-do.”
Emilia frowned as poor, sweet, lovely Juliet began to sob, her fingers tightening around the swing’s chains and her youthful face upset. “Oh, you poor thing,” she said softly, leaning over to stroke Juliet’s dark hair. “It’s going to be okay. Everything will be okay, I promise.” She knew that nothing was going to be okay, at least for a good while, that everything had changed for Juliet. “You didn’t choose to love him. Love just happens. It’s not something you can stop or dictate.” Not that I would actually know. She had never truly loved her husband.
Emilia reached into the pocket of her jeans, offering Juliet a pale pink handkerchief. “Here you go, darling. Shh, just wipe your tears away. You’re going to be okay.” She expertly hid her own rising panic, her worry for this poor young girl, and gave her a calm smile, as if everything was going to be just wonderful. “You need to act as calm and composed as possible, no matter what people say. If you get too emotional, every reporter in Verona will pounce on you and bother you. Keep your head held high. Don’t spend too much time on social media - most people on there are just looking to tear you apart when you’re at your weakest.”
( sometimesham )
“Why are you sorry when I’m the one who hit a girl? I’ll probably be saying those two words for the rest of my life.”
“I was only trying to make you feel better.”
“You - it was an accident. It’s not like you intentionally did it.”
( benedickwindsor )
“On second thought, no way. We’re way too pretty for skin grafts.”
“Thank you. It’s an honor.”
“We really are.”
“And thank you for calling me pretty. What shall we do, then? No alcohol, though - I’ve already seen wasted you two times too many. Maybe we could get something to eat? Something good - I’m starving.”
luckie-rae:
Troye’s cover of Here by Alessia Cara, from his show on the Honda Stage at iHeart Theatre in L.A.
Editing of the track and creation of the cover work is my own.
Original audio taken from this video on YouTube.
It took me an excruciating amount of time to put this all together (I’m not the best at these kinds of things, but I’m learning) so I hope everyone likes it.
( sometimesham )
“Everyone keeps saying that and they look at me like I’m some kind of monster. Like I meant to do it.”
“You’re not a monster. Accidents happen. Awful accidents, yeah, but accidents.”
“I’m sorry.”
( fleancing )
“Uh, I can totally get into this movie. I’m with them.”
Although she didn’t exactly recognize the girl, she wouldn’t want to leave her all alone in the lobby, not having seen the movie she clearly desperately wanted to see, so she stepped forward and smiled charmingly at the ticket collector. Flashing the weary-eyed man her ID, she put her arm around the lithe blonde as if they weren’t total strangers. “Yeah, she’s my little sister. Sorry about that.” The man nodded and let them through, and, once they were out of his earshot, Emilia said with a teasing grin, “Since I’m apparently your older sister now, I might as well pay for snacks, too. What do you want?”
The moment she had woken up that morning, she had been bombarded with texts; some ranged from angry, to upset, to curious. The majority had jokingly sent her the tabloid headline ( ‘Montague heir admits love for Capulet’ ) expecting her to laugh in return, while a few choice others had simply sent her angry and confused messages. She hadn’t replied to any of them. Instead, Juliet had felt herself drown in the overwhelming urge to run; run away from Verona, from Romeo, from her family, from everyone. And that was what she had done. She stumbled out of the door, her mind completely numb as she focused on the sound of her own breathing and the pace of her feet on the road. Left, right, left, right. She didn’t even realise where she was going until she’d stopped in the playpark miles away from home, a place that had brought her nothing but happy memories — as if it would wash away the emotions roaring inside of her. Juliet had occupied a spot on one of the swings, keeping her eyes to the ground, blocking out everything. If she didn’t let herself think about it, it wasn’t real. This line of thought was the only thing keeping her from hyperventilating.
At the sound of someone approaching her, Juliet’s breath hitched and her fingers tightened on the chains of the swing she was sitting on. Refusing to look up, she murmured in a tone completely unlike herself, “Please don’t shout at me. I can’t bear it if you shout at me.”
Emilia, although she didn’t exactly have the biggest social media presence, had indeed heard about the pretty-faced Montague boy confessing his secret relationship with Juliet Capulet, and her mind had immediately jumped to concern and fear for Juliet. Emilia herself could care less about the whole Montague and Capulet rivalry, but others surely did, and she didn’t want Juliet to have to go through that simply because she loved someone. Wandering through town after a brief trip to the bookstore, the heavy bag swinging from her arm, she noticed a familiar figure sitting on one of the swings, her head hung and her entire demeanor showing exactly how she felt.
Opening the gate to the park tentatively, Emilia briskly walked past the various slides and the monkey bars, stopping once she saw Juliet. Frowning, she set her purse and her bag down, taking a seat on the swing next to Juliet and squeezing the other girl’s shoulder gently. “Shh. I’m not going to shout at you. I’m not mad at you at all. This isn’t your fault.”
( benedickwindsor )
“Right, so somewhere between bungee jumping and setting ourselves on fire for the hell of it. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
“Thank you, I’m proud of myself. I got a little too carried away for a week or so, and I can proudly say it’s been twelve hours since my last drink.”
“Setting ourselves on fire? Sounds like tons of fun.”
“Good job. You really deserve an AA badge at this point.”
( sometimesham )
“ Who are you? Where am I? ”
“In the hospital. You kind of - you hit a girl with your car.”
( benedickwindsor )
“How dangerous do you wanna be, pretty girl?”
“I’ll have you know that I’m sober right now, by the way. A feat.”
“Pretty dangerous, I suppose? But nothing too outrageous.”
“I’m so proud of you. I can practically feel myself getting teary-eyed right this very moment.”
