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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

          “American numbers,” he responded, bringing a hand to the side of his head and wriggling his fingers by his temples to show how nonsense it sounded to him but mostly to exaggerate the fact that whatever she was saying was not going to impress him because he didn’t understand it. Why try and understand a schooling system he would never had to be involved in? Even if Danny wanted the whole kid thing, which he didn’t, he’d go back to Australia to have them. Give them the same sort of upbringing that he had enjoyed until he’d been hurt.

         She seemed fine as they headed up but neither one of them was talking a whole bunch, regulating his breath Danny was content in the silence but still glad when they reached the top of the stairs. Immediately he paused, looking out over the forest, seeing the trees go on and on with a few of the town lights streaming through their leaves in a way where you still couldn’t tell what was beyond them, just that something was. He loved it up there, especially since there were a lot of faeries that instead of taking the stairs would fly up and down. It was a pretty site when a lot of them were returning to their treetop homes at once. Right now it was quite though, just the wind rushing through the air, railing of the fence at their hips. 

         Looking to her he knew it wasn’t that cold yet but up so high where the wind was pushed through the trees and spun this way and that he checked still to make sure she wasn’t shivering. “You’re not afraid of heights, right?” he asked, sure they were at least three or four stories above the ground and that was a modest estimate, the treetop homes and bridges could go higher, much higher.

Fawn looked around with wide eyes as she looked out over the forest.  “This is amazing,” she said quietly as she watched.  It was different from all the things she’d known before.  She knew the metaphorical jungle of the city--the bricks, the lights, the sounds of cars always blaring.  But this... this was actually beautiful.  “How often do you come up here?” She asked curiously, biting her lip.

She shook her head, shrugging.  “No, I’m not,” she said simply.  It was a bit chilly, and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.  “What exactly’s up here?” She questioned, biting her lip.  But she didn’t seem nervous, like, “Oh, no, this guy might kill me if I make one wrong movie.”  She seemed excited.  Like, really excited.

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

           “Being alone has it’s qualities, to be sure,” Bellamy assured them. “But considering you haven’t really been with anyone it seems sort of like your Mum was being pretty manipulative in saying that. Yes, people can hurt you but they don’t need to be your boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whatever you’re into, to hurt you. And being alone doesn’t magically protect you from being hurt. It’s not about being okay and safe being alone, or being happy being in a relationship, it’s about being yourself whatever status you have.” Bellamy hadn’t got to a place where being alone wasn’t scary but she had come to a place where being alone didn’t make her act differently than who she was when she was with someone. Bellamy was always changed but she was changing for herself, evolving so she could have the best of who she was.

           Miles wasn’t really Bella’s significant other and if asked, even if she spoke from her heart and how she felt, she’d say he wasn’t. While Bellamy was a romantic and utterly fell into the people that made her feel loved she saw titles like that as having immense meaning. Miles was definitely someone that she could want to eventually have that but for now he was a man that was making her feel special, he was definitely important to her but he wasn’t her other, they weren’t one halves of a whole, currently they were still very much uniquely themselves. Sharing moments, beautiful moments as they were but then again perhaps it was easier for someone who hadn’t lost so many as Bella and Miles had to assume what she described was this Disney style magic that it wasn’t. 

          Bellamy thought on that, people were definitely going to assume Fawn was exaggerating and really that was perspective too. Fawn might see a person’s reaction entirely differently to how Bella saw it. They could be watching the exact same thing and because each one of them interpreted it different there was no real was of being sure what was the truth. Emotional truth was real but Bella wasn’t so sure about literal truths when it came to people’s actions. Bellamy didn’t exactly agree with what Fawn was describing. Yes, there were movies she had seen that glamourised death or heartache or worse but things weren’t so black and white, sometimes the same suffering in the same person could be ugly and beautiful all at once because people were so unique. In Bella’s mind it was just about not making anyone crave the same fate. Yet she stayed silent, she wasn’t the one who had gone to school for writing, hell, she didn’t even write anything but pay cheques, she was going off movies.

Fawn nodded as she leaned forward a bit, listening as she rested her head on the back of the couch.  “Yeah, that’s true...  And my mama wasn’t trying to manipulate me or anything, she just...”  She kinda paused for a moment as she tried to find her words.  “My mama was kicked out of her house by her parents after I was born.  And her boyfriend left her once she told him she was going to keep the baby.”  Even though all of this had happened even before Fawn had been born or right when she was born, it still stung.  To know she had caused so much... trouble for her mom.  “So it’s always just been easier to be okay with just the two of us.  Less mess.”

“I used to want to write romance novels,” she admitted with an embarrassed laugh as she ran her fingers through her hair.  She shook her head as she stood up, a bit wobbly, and walked to her bay window.  She looked out it, looking out at the docks.  “I used to write these short stories...  I wanted a fairytale.  Someone to ride in on a white horse and rescue me.”  Fawn looked properly embarrassed as she shook her head, biting her lip. 

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

        “Depends, you’re a problem student,” he joked. Mostly he just didn’t want to agree to lots if things didn’t go so well. Fawn was a hard one for him to read. One minute she was telling him all of her problems, the next she was being very handsy and then she seemed to be not trying at all. Danny just couldn’t get a clear read on her and that was definitely not something that made him feel at ease. He liked to know that the person he was with wasn’t about to stab him if he did something wrong, with Fawn he didn’t know if he was being nice, if he was overstepping, if she wanted to be friends or if she just wanted to be acquaintances because he wasn’t done for more than his own enjoyment. “I think we just drop the driving thing, hey?” he asked her.

       “Definitely,” he answered her question, watching for a second as she headed u the stairs, following her. The stairs were steep. For Danny it was fine, he did a ridiculous amount of cardio to keep with his strength training and make sure he didn’t put any sort of strain on his heart. Fawn, well he didn’t know how she’d done climbing up from the ground to tree height level pathways and buildings. Maybe she too did cardio? If not she was going to get out of breath very quickly. 

Fawn rolled her eyes, smirking a bit.  “On the contrary, I’m a very good student.  Kept a 4.0 all through college,” she insisted in a matter-of-fact way, before breaking off into a bit of laughter.  “I’m a fast learner.”  Fawn was more than ready to agree to dropping the whole driving thing.  For one, it was slightly weird.  For another, she didn’t know shit about cars.  Yeah, she had one.  She knew some basics about the engine and just what could screw up a car in general so she could avoid having to spend money on it in the shop.  But other than that, she was a lost cause.  Also, it wasn’t the most attractive metaphor for what was currently happening.

If there was one good thing a city was for, it was cardio.  You essentially walked everywhere, unless you were lazy and took the subway or a cab.  But it was smarter--and cheaper--to just walk.  Hell, there’d been times she’d avoided having to pay for a subway ride and had walked upwards of five miles.  A little bit crazy, but at least she had good legs now.  But even she was starting to lose her breath a bit by the time they got to the top.

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

        “Or anything? I feel like my insides would cave into themselves if I had nothing at all. I went like…I think four months? I was starving for affection,” Bellamy noted. When she had first got back from her trip abroad to help with a lot of her emotional issues Bellamy had decided it best to maintain a distance from that kind of thing but it was hard. Bellamy was a lonely sort of person, she needed more than just friendship, she needed someone she could fall asleep next to. Which was why she had got her dog. “You must at least want someone to say you’re gorgeous, so if no one else does I will. That way you’ll at least have some kind of ego boost everyone is deserving of.”

          Bella had not had many female friends or when she did they either skipped town or she ended up screwing it all up. Bellamy found it difficult because most of the women she came across were either married and settled into that life or ended up being super grating to her. Bellamy wanted someone her age to just talk to about stuff for people their age. “The guy,” Bellamy mimicked nervously with a little giggle. “I never date guys, I date men,” she clarified with a little laugh. “Well I did date one guy and I basically ate him alive,” Bellamy admitted before she frowned and shook her head. “Not literally, I did not literally eat him. He was just…a puppy, you know? But this guy…he’s fully grown, fully matured, completely…,” Bellamy tried to think of a word that encapsulated everything Miles was. Something beyond her usual wonderful, something that described every facet of him and it felt impossible. “God,” she let out with a little laugh. “I can’t even think straight. Literally all I can think about is just stuff he does, you know? Like when he hasn’t shaved that day and I can feel his stubble on my neck, his jokes that are complete dad jokes, or when he’s making food and he’s just brushing his hand over my thigh as he moves, mostly just the way he sees me, like we’re on the same level, we’re breathing the same air even if people think we shouldn’t be. I’m sounding really lame, right? He’s not even my boyfriend.”

       That sounded lovely to Bellamy, wanting to be who she was. Bellamy always had a difficult time not making comparisons. In her head the way she could work things out was to compare them to other things but she knew that could often hurt people when she didn’t intend it to. Comparing her friendships for instance often got her in trouble. “Well what do you like then, Fawn Moore? Perhaps you could make me a little smarter,” Bellamy responded with a smile.

Fawn shrugged as she bit her lip.  “I don’t know...  I’m used to being okay alone,” she insisted.  Which was kinda true.  Yeah, she was used to it.  She didn’t necessarily like it, but she would take what she got.  “Mama used to tell me that there’s no greater power than being fine on your own.  She said if you can take care of yourself and not need anyone, then no one can ever really hurt you.”  Her mama had also been kicked out of her home, but that was another story.  But Fawn had always taken that to heart, and did her best to be okay by herself.  She blushed and rolled her eyes before ducking her head.  “You don’t have to do that,” she insisted.

She laughed as she pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her kneecaps.  “Okay, then the man then,” she corrected with a bit of a smirk.  She couldn’t help but watch in slight awe as Bellamy talked about her significant other.  She wanted to feel that way someday.  She wanted someone else to feel that way about her.  So badly.  She had seen it in the movies, heard it on the radio.  But to see someone actually care about someone that deeply in person...  It was like magic.

Fawn thought about what she liked for a moment, how she wrote.  “I like to write people for how they are,” she said quietly, still resting her chin on her knees as she wrapped her arms around her legs.  “There’s so many books where they just... exaggerate everything.  They make their characters say these grand things and make them all proper.  And yeah, some people are like that.  But come on.  Even in Shakespeare, a majority of the dialogue is dick jokes.”  Fawn bit her lip, running her fingers through her hair.  “And they try to make it seem like the characters who are hurting...  they try to make their suffering beautiful.  But it’s not like that in real life.  People aren’t like that.”

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

        Fawn was an easy lift for someone like Danny who spent a lot of his time at the gym weight training and obviously fought regularly. Even when she shouted and giggled he remained stedfast in holding her as they walked. It didn’t seem as though she knew where they were going at least so Danny felt he had that on his side. “Yes, Miss Moore, as you are my pupil. You need a lot of extra tutoring,” he teased her.

        “I don’t know, I don’t drive cars,” he responded, continuing to laugh. That was not why he had picked her up but it definitely felt nice feeling each of her cheeks against his abs, perhaps if he lowered her just a…no. Instead, as they reached a set of stairs Danny dropped her down in front of him, arms still around her but now around her middle. Slowly he leaned down, breathing gently on her neck. “Don’t go running off again,” he told her, finally pulling away his arms so that she could move.

“How much extra tutoring are we talking here?” She hummed, her cheeks going a soft pink.  His grip was firm on her thighs, and she was tempted to turn around, but decided against it.  Fawn felt a burst of amusement at this whole thing.  This banter between them leading up to what they had come here for.  “Then how should I know that you’re a good driver?” She challenged, one side of her mouth quirking up.

Fawn took a small step to regain her balance as he set her down in front of the stairs, relishing in the feel of his arms around her middle.  A shiver ran through her body as his warm breath hit her neck.  Her hair seemed to stand on end and her heart caught in her throat.  She swallowed, pausing a moment.  “Is that an order?” She asked faintly, leaning back against him.  When he let go, she began to head up the stairs, trying to calm her heart rate down.  She hadn’t ever been this close to a man and at this point she was just going by instinct.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

         “It’s not but this is meant to be a learning experience for you,” he pointed out as he sat the helmet on one of the handles and stood up from his bike slowly to make sure the kick stand was going to stay. It wasn’t hard for his long legs to catch up to her as she headed into the trail, leading the way even though she had no idea where he was taking her. It was cute she thought she could regain some kind of direction by just going off like that. Danny was rather enjoying it, at least she could say she hadn’t planned everything down to a tiny detail, so much so that it lost some of the excitement. 

          Once more he picked her up, arms around her thighs and lifting her so her backside was against his chest. “You are not the tour guide in this adventure, Miss Moore,” he assured her, begining to head down one of the paths when the trail split off. The sign at that point reading for the direction he was taking her in ‘treetops.’ “I am the tour guide and you are the tourist,” he insisted with a little smirk. “So a motorbike will not be the only thing you let me drive tonight, correct?” he checked with her, wondering if she would protest.

She looked back at him, grinning.  “Sure, professor,” she teased.  She continued walking, hearing him catching up with her rather quickly.  She turned to look at him just as he picked her up, yelping a bit.  “Danny!” Fawn shouted, but she was giggling as she did.  She didn’t bother protesting, turning her head to look down at him.  “Miss Moore?” She questioned with a single raised eyebrow.

Fawn had to think a moment before nodding.  She wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but she could take a guess.  “Depends.  Are you a good driver?” She asked, biting her lip as she looked to where they were taking a separate direction.  She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she realized he had probably picked her up so her ass would be pressing back against him.

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

          Bellamy nodded her head simply as Fawn took her seat next to her with the food she had collected and the drink she had brought over. “If that’s what works for you, I’m relatively flexible,” she responded. Bellamy mostly worked when she felt like working and she saw people as they were free. Realistically even if she had plans then she would be able to come here quickly and politely say she had to go since it was business to do what she just had, remaining however was a friendly choice. “You won’t? Come on, delicious human like yourself, I’m sure someone else wants to devour you,” she exaggerated with a grin.

         “I’m happy to talk, I definitely want us to be friends, we can like turn off work stuff and chat,” Bellamy insisted rather happily. It would be nice to have a girlfriend to speak with about things. That way she could gush and complain without worry that she was boring the other person or making them feel uncomfortable. With Iann she never wanted to worry him by complaining about things that were minimal, with Miles she could complain about things but she obviously couldn’t gush about him to himself, then there was Ephram who Bellamy was walking a tightrope with, one she just didn’t want to fall off, and generally with Teddy things either were fancy and lighthearted or very deep. Something very material was good sometimes and Bella craved that.

         The names Fawn listed off though, well some she recognised and some she didn’t. Danny was so common a name and Bellamy had never kept in contact with the few night stand faerie that his name didn’t ring any bells to her, neither did Lina. The first three she recognised and she pulled her lips up at the idea of the name Ryan for Iann, it was just…young. So very young of a name and whenever she looked at Iann he always seemed so mature to her, even when he was being silly. “I imagine Fane will have something to say about whatever name you pick, wanting it to fit whatever era he’s from,” she lightly teased of the man. Fane always had a lot to say and Bellamy was so very sensitive to the words of older vampires, she just imagined them differently than how they probably were. “Marilyn definitely fits Faye though, but like the secret version of Marilyn you didn’t see in the movies,” she mused of the woman she had only met once or twice.

         “Who do you think your style is like?” Bella asked, wondering if she’d perhaps read something that Fawn might have felt very inspired by. Bellamy wasn’t a big reader though and until recently Vogue had been her only source of literature since high school where it had been limited to half reading Twilight and the Hunger Games. Since starting her GED she had read a few things for class and then by choice she’d picked up things like Khloe Kardashian’s Strong Looks Better Naked and Animal Farm…clearly she was not consistent.

Fawn rolled her eyes, but rolled her head with it as she turned to look at Bellamy.  She was definitely a little light-headed.  “Yes, Bellamy, dear.  I’m sure.  Because no one wants to mess around.”  She let out a laugh as though it were funny before shaking her head.  “Nah, I don’t mind.  I don’t really want a relationship or anything right now.”  Which was true.  Fawn was fine being alone.  As long as she had friends, she’d be okay.  She’d be okay.

“Really?” She said with a wide smile when Bellamy insisted that they could be friends.  She hadn’t had many girl friends and it had seemed like Bellamy was the same, but it could’ve just been a vibe she felt.  “Soooo... tell me about the guy,” she said as she waggled her eyebrows playfully.  She wanted to hear about Bellamy’s beau, since she couldn’t see her being a commitment person at first.  She saw her leaving a trail of broken hearts behind her, sure.

Fawn took a long moment to think about her writing style.  “You know...  I really don’t know,” she admitted sheepishly, biting her lip as she looked down at her lap.  “Like...  I just wanna write like me.”  It sounded so cheesy.  But she didn’t want to be known as the next John Green or whatever.  She just wanted to be Fawn Moore.  The comparison to others could end up driving her insane.  Because then people have expectations.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

          Sitting there with his legs down on the ground, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to get off until she did, he laughed at her assumption. “You’re really intent on killing the mood aren’t you. First you dress like you’re going to watch soaps and eat ice-cream, then you keep asking and asking where we’re going, and now you accuse me of going to kill you. If this were a date, love, it would be going terribly,” he informed her quite directly. She was sweet and all but he was really starting to see why guys had stayed away. She just made things more difficult than they needed to be. Danny knew he just wanted fun and had to assume most guys her own age just wanted a girl, or guy, they could have fun with.

          Looking back at her as she removed the helmet reached out and took it off her. “Felt like you were clawing at me like a cat,” Danny said with his own laugh.

Fawn laughed a she shook her head, getting down carefully.  She felt a lot more relaxed once her feet were completely on the ground.  “I’m kidding,” she said with a bit of an eye roll, nudging him lightly.  She set the helmet on the seat of the bike before taking a chance to really look around.  She bit her lip as she turned in a circle, looking at all the trees before her eyes landed on the trail.  She wanted to ask a question, but figured he would just scold her again and held it back.

“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a date then,” she said with a shrug, smirking as she began to walk down the trail.  She assumed that’s where they would be going.  She didn’t see any other path.

Fawn’s cheeks went a soft pink as she ducked her head, shrugging.  “That was the first time I’ve ever been on a motorcycle, so you’ll have to forgive me,” she insisted.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

          Walking the bike steadily forward and rising the execrator he finally took off, unconcerned with the fact she may not feel entirely at ease on the thing. He wasn’t actually super sure where he was going either, mostly why he hadn’t wanted to answer her question. He figured a location would just come to him in the moment, like once he was on the road he’d just sort of end up heading in the direction of some place that would become familiar to him and he’d remember ‘oh, yeah, that place looks nice’ but he was realising, as her turned down a street that most of the places he thought looked nice wouldn’t look super nice to a ‘first kiss’ typical sort of movie thing. Danny liked the look of the fermenters in the brewery, he liked the look of the cages in the underground ring, he liked the look of the beach sure but he wasn’t going to get all sandy in the clothing he had on.

        Turning another corner he started to think about the places that looked nice in Grieselle, alleys with graffiti on them and stalls with bouquets of fresh flowers but nothing so much that would look as great at night, once all the lights started to go out things were much harder to see. So he thought on the other neighbourhoods. Pyewacket would probably scare her, Holt was just going to be little suburban houses, Jamara…well Jamara was just so big and so full of mansions he could only ever find his way to Antoinette’s, anything beyond that and he’d be lost.

       Then he caught site of the forest, how the light moved through the trees and had an idea. he needed to get closer to the university area and ended up doubling back which he presumed she wouldn’t notice since he was taking a different route and she hadn’t been in town long. Eventually he pulled up, a few cars parked near what looked to be a prominent pathway into the woods. The other vehicles hopefully making her less worried about where he could possibly be taking her.

       “You okay?” he asked as he cut the engine, kicking down the stand that held the bike up.

When they first took off, Fawn’s heart jumped into her throat.  Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, so tight that she was sure she was about to tear the material.  She made sure to keep her feet up, taking deep breaths.  After a few minutes, she managed to lift her head up to look around.  The scenery was flying past.  All the buildings of The Skids fading behind them.  She wanted to ask them where they were going again, but she knew she wouldn’t get an answer.

About halfway through the ride Fawn ended up closing her eyes, resting her head against his back.  Her arms squeezed tightly around him as she just... felt.  Felt the wind through her hair, the warmth of Danny pressing against her, the material of his shirt that her hands gripped onto.

She looked up as they began to slow down, biting her lip.  All she could see around her was a lot of cars and a lot of trees.  “Um...  Danny?  Are you going to kill me?” She asked with a bit of a laugh.  Fawn then nodded, smiling warmly.  “Yeah, I’m good,” she insisted as she took off the helmet, running her fingers through her dark hair.

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

         “I don’t imagine so,” Bellamy responded, looking the girl over. She didn’t really seem like the type who had ever been high and her question sort of implied the same. Maybe it felt good but Bellamy wasn’t sure being high was like that, granted she’d only seen other people get high and it was very dependent on what the drug was as to what it would do for you. Perhaps she was having a reaction to something in Bella’s make up but she suspected it was more of an emotional response than anything else, a way for her to cope with what was happening but Bellamy didn’t see that was her place to say. “You never know,” she said simply since that was true.

         Bellamy remained where she was, licking at her fangs within her mouth while her still blackened eyes watched Fawn move. It would take a minute or so for them to go away, Bellamy never super great at controlling them. “I’m glad,” she said, fangs cutting at the inside of her lip as she spoke. “I can come over in a few days, give you time to get your blood built back up,” she reasoned, watching her as she immediately began to drink. Being dehydrated didn’t seem too peculiar of a response so that wasn’t worrisome to Bella.

        “I might stay for a moment though, make sure you’re okay, if that’s fine,” Bellamy said, looking around the place. “Perhaps you can tell me who else you’ve met in town? Who else shall be featured in your grant story?” she asked her.

Fawn nodded with a warm, kinda dopey, smile as she sat next to the girl again.  “So two or three days?” She suggested, raising her eyebrows.  “Same time?”  Fawn let out a bit of a laugh as she shrugged.  “It’s not like I’m going to have a hot date, so might as well, right?”  It was a little self-deprecating, but she looked like a little kid curled up on her couch while sipping on juice.  She kinda wished she had had a blanket with her.  She felt a bit chilly now, and a shiver ran through her skin.

“That’s fine!  I have a somewhat small movie collection if you wanna pick one?” She suggested as she pointed to the television stand, where a row of movies sat.  “Or we can just sit here and talk.”  Fawn thought over it, biting her lip.  “Well, I’ve met Iann, Fane, Faye, Lina, Danny... and a few others.  So many people, honestly,” she insisted.  She was having to focus extra hard right now.

“I think Iann’s name is gonna be Ryan, Fane is gonna be James because the name is old-timey and you know.  He’s a little bit old.”  She smiled a bit as she looked down at her juice, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth.  “I might call Faye Marilyn because she reminds me of an Old Hollywood actress.  Lina... possibly Caroline, and Danny...  Chris?”  She shrugged as she shook her head.  “I have a chart written down somewhere and I’m still coming up with stuff.  In the book I haven’t even made it to town yet.  It’s all prologue and the drive here.”

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

       The longer Bella’s lips and hands rested on Fawn the warmer Bellamy became. Physical touch with other living beings always warmed Bella’s skin to whatever their own body temperature was, it just took time. The more of Bella’s skin that was against them the easier it was. With Fawn only having her lips and her hands on her it took a few moments, skin gently rising from it’s clammy sort of temperature to Fawn’s own.

       Fawn certainly tasted healthy, definitely not as intense in flavour as supernaturals tended to be or nearly as much of a blast of energy but it was still good. Ten times better than bagged or bottled and Bella lapped it up. Tongue moving slowly against Fawn’s skin as she savoured the earthy taste that there was to her. She was like lamb with a nutty kind of accent to it. Bellamy couldn’t exactly place it, as she rarely ever could since comparing blood to food was…difficult.

       Soon she stopped though, blackened eyes looking up at Fawn and smiling a little as she seemed…relaxed.

Fawn laid there for a few moments before she realized that Bellamy had finished, her eyes having closed in a blissful sort of state.  She bit her lip as she opened her eyes finally.  “Is this what being high feels like?” She asked as she slowly sat up, looking at her wrist.  There were small puncture wounds, little beads of red left.  “Because this is definitely what I’ve pictured being high feels like.”

After a long pause, she stood up slowly, making sure she had her sea legs.  Fawn then walked to the kitchen, pulling out a few pieces of fruit and some juice.  “That wasn’t as weird or as bad as I pictured it could’ve gone,” she called out to Bellamy as she came back with her food.  “So what now?” Fawn asked as she took a swig of grape juice.  “When’s the next time I’m working, boss?”

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

       As she agreed that he was right with pink cheeks on her face Danny felt rather accomplished in his assessment of things. Of course he was right, he was a smart sort of bloke when the right kind of topic came his way. He knew it and now so did she. And while she certainly had shared a little more than Danny felt comfortable hearing so early on he’d heard it now and wasn’t about to be a dick and act as though he hadn’t, treat her as badly as she obviously thought, to some degree, that she deserved.

       “Right, Mum knows best and all that good stuff,” he agreed as he got onto the bike, kicking up the stand that had held it up and using his own foot while he began to start the engine. He’d only brought his own helmet and offered it to her. He’d only come off a few times when he’d tried to take the thing off roading, it wasn’t a dirt bike and was not meant for those kinds of things.

        He shrugged at her, still happy with his answer of somewhere pretty. Surely by now he’d shown he wasn’t a murderer and unless she lived and died by the truths of a lifetime movie she had to know rationally by now if he hadn’t tried to kill her he wasn’t going to. “Get on and you’ll see,” he insisted. “Hold on tight too and keep your feet up. Don’t need you losing a toe.”

Fawn watched with a slight grin as he got on the bike.  He seemed so at ease with it.  Her?  Motorcycles made her nervous.  Motorcycles and cities didn’t tend to mix as well as people wanted, with the close traffic and angry people.  It was usually better to just walk, take public transport, or get a car.

She settled herself on the bike before taking the helmet, grinning as she put it on.  She felt a small pang of worry that they would crash, but somehow she knew that he had her.  After all, he’d most likely had the motorcycle for a good amount of time.  She leaned slightly with the bike as he used his foot to prop it up, buckling the helmet before resting her hands on his shoulders.

She nodded in response, laughing a bit.  “Yes, sir.”  She wrapped her arms around him tight, keeping her feet up.  The thought of losing a toe wasn’t exactly appealing to her.  She rested her head on his back so she could watch the scenery pass by.  “I’m ready when you are,” she insisted.  Fawn knew that she could push a bit more for where they were going, but something about the mystery made this feel less mechanical and planned.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

        Danny was…Australian. He was direct, he didn’t say what he said to bring people down and if he felt he had upset Fawn he would have felt badly but he figured she could handle it, that kind of honesty that most men may not have ever offered her because they found her to be less important than her friends - from what Danny could gather. Danny wasn’t going to look over her. He might not have been focused on getting a girlfriend but he wasn’t one to look over anyone and see their actions in regards to him as unimportant. He didn’t want Fawn to grow complacent in impressing him, he certainly hadn’t grown complacent in impressing her.

         Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she caught up, reaching up to wipe peach from his face as though it were nothing at all. With that he smiled, her question starting to feel as though she really was being serious. He wanted to surprise her but he also didn’t want to scare her. Bending at the knees and reaching down his arms wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to him, lifting her so her face was then above his own and walking with her over to his motorbike.

         “We’re going some place that has a view, that’s pretty, so that when I kiss you, and you realise as my tongue touches your lips that this is your first kiss, you don’t have a heart attack that you’re dressed like the woman from Weird Science and you can hear your neighbours watching reruns of Seinfeld upstairs,” he told her while he walked. Finally, as he finished speaking he placing her down beside the bike, standing tall once more. “You really want to call your Mum and tell her that your first kiss was some guy who gave you your first beer while you wore PJs on your couch and it was ‘just to learn’? Come on, no one wants to say that. It’s practice but, seriously Fawn, your story doesn’t need to be less than because you once had shitty friends who made you think you were.”

Fawn looked at him in confusion as he bent down, her eyes widening as he lifted her up like she was nothing.  Her arms wrapped around him and her breath caught in her throat.  She watched him closely as he spoke, swallowing thickly.  A small whimper fell from her lips as she nodded slowly.  His hands felt strong on her thighs and she bit her lip, looking down at him.

She let go as he set her down, taking a step back to catch her balance.  Fawn let out a weak laugh as she looked away, her cheeks going a soft pink.  “I don’t think she’d be too happy with me if I did that,” she admitted somewhat sheepishly.  She looked down as she cleared her throat, the conversation getting a bit serious.  He was right, though.  She really wanted a kiss that was a story like every girl wanted to have.  Yeah, it was very high schooler of her, but still.  A girl can hope.

Fawn then turned on her heels, smiling warmly up at him.  “Well, where are we going?” She asked brightly.  It was like she was trying to pretend that he hadn’t just thrown some truth in her face about how her old friends had sometimes made her feel.  She had already shared a lot with him, stuff she wouldn’t mind taking back now.  He probably thought of her as a big mouth.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

          Danny took the peach from her and readily gave it a big bite, some juices running over his lip and through into his facial hair where he promptly wiped it away. It was good, even if it was from walmart, Danny never really shopped there since it was a little too far out of the way from his hipster area of town where everything was markets and stalls.

           “I mean stop looking like you’re my sister walking around the house about to watch Gossip Girl with your friends,” he told her, perhaps scolded a little as he watched her walk backwards towards her room. He readily took another bite of his peach, chewing while he responded to her, juices coming out the corners of his lips ever so slightly. “I mean, I’ve got jeans on a t-shirt, so sure, jeans are fine but you should at least be a little uncomfortable. I am,” he said through the door she had closed, grabbing his pants and pulling some of the jean fabric away from his crotch. Jeans just were not as comfortable an invention as people implied they were.

          When she came out he smiled, looking her over. Yes, this was sort of what he had expected. Obviously not shoes since he had assumed they’d remain inside but if going out meant she was going to put in a bit more effort he was happy to take her out. Besides, he probably should, like he had thought before, she sort of was at an age where her kiss needed to be memorable. “Somewhere, good thing you did pick pants, dress on a bike might not be as enjoyable for you as those watching us drive by,” he grinned, walking out the door and quickly bounding down the stairs.

Fawn looked at him in surprise.  “Your sister?!” She snorted, shaking her head.  She rolled her eyes as he scolded her, turning back to stick her tongue out at him.  “Sorry for trying to be comfortable,” she muttered under her breath.  She was mentally going through her closet as he said jeans and a shirt.  She huffed as she shut the door, biting her lip.  “Gossip Girl, my ass,” she murmured, going through her closet quickly.  She pulled out her jeans and top, getting dressed.

She glared at him a bit as his only answer was ‘somewhere’ and ran her fingers through her hair.  “Really?  That’s all I’m going to get?” She sighed.  She stood up as she finished putting her shoes on, making sure to lock the door on their way out.  “Hey, wait up!” She called out after him, running down the stairs.  “Danny!”  She huffed.  She narrowed her eyes at him as she finally reached him, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked over.  “You have peach on your face,” Fawn sighed, reaching up to wipe off the juice that had fallen right under his bottom lip.  She did it nonchalantly, as though it wasn’t a somewhat intimate move.  “Really, where are we going?”

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

         “Clean…?” Bellamy asked before the girl clarified. Bellamy knew people with like diseases could taste badly but she sort of assumed the girl was clean just based on her virginal personality. It was only amplified when she clarified that she meant she’d had a shower, so sweet. Bellamy had drunk from people covered in worse than the days dirt. Humans could be especially unclean but that was just because of sweat…something Bellamy tended to enjoy the taste of. “Oh, that’s sweet,” she offered with a smile.

         With that she turned somewhat, taking Fawn’s arm into her hand and looking at her. “Likely about half a pint, so a little more than that but it’ll vary. Likely the more I come here the less I’ll require,” she informed her. Most vampires tended to take about a pint but that was intended to last them about a week without fresh blood, if they were doing it just to survive in Bella’s experience. Many fed for pleasure and so drank more than needed and more often than needed.

       “Boss,” Bellamy mimicked with a little smirk before she brought Fawn’s arm to her lips. 

        Cool to the touch, just as her hands were they gently wet the woman’s flesh. While they sat there Bella’s eyes swelled, the blackness of her pupils covered the liquid glowing gold her irises were and then the whites until each of her eyes was a pool of blackness. In her mouth, hidden behind her lips Bella’s fangs had descended. Two eye teeth that were revealed as her lips opened and hidden once more as they sank down into Fawn’s flesh, surrounding them was blood that was visible only until Bella’s plump lips wrapped around Fawn’s flesh and her tongue lapped at the human blood. 

Fawn rolled her eyes and was about to comment back about Bellamy making fun of her when she felt her fangs pierce her skin.  Her eyes rolled back in the back of her head slightly as she let out a soft whimper.  It felt... nice.  Good, even.  She relaxed back into the couch, humming faintly as she closed her eyes.  She was surprised that she wasn’t all that bothered by the fact that Bella’s eyes had literally gone black, or that her soft grip was ice cold.

Fawn wasn’t sure how long she sat there, Bellamy sucking from her wrist.  She felt almost blissed out.  It was almost how she imagined being high would feel like.

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down on the west coast // danny & fawn

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thisdaringdanny:

         He nodded his head a little. Watching her shrug and move about. She was definitely his friend. If he needed a word to define her it would definitely be friend. It wasn’t a bad thing but it definitely made him unsteady. Friendships were good, they moved slower than relationships but eventually they all got to the same point and it was that point that frightened Danny more than anything else. A sad thing to be frightened by, especially when the idea of exposing who he was to someone had once made him so very giddy.

       “Uh yeah, if you haven’t gone completely crazy and drunk all that beer I left I’ll take one,” he requested. It was nice to see she was moving about the place like it was her home but being offered food felt a little too homely. Unless it was a bag of chips or some kind of easily revealed candy it just felt like it would be too much for what he’d come over to do.

       Taking the bottle off her he quickly unscrewed it, placing the cap down on the counter. For a moment he wondered if he should even drink it. If he did his mouth would taste like beer and that didn’t seem like an overly flattering taste to have in his mouth. “You got like…any fruit? Maybe like a peach or I don’t know, what do you like?” he asked, watching as she sipped her cup. Very seasonal, and sort of amusing since she said she hadn’t known about the town until recently. He hoped she’d use it in front of a real witch. 

       It was then, as he thought of how funny it would be to watch her sipping from that mug in front of someone who might actually take it to be some kind of shady comment that he felt a little bad, his free hand grabbing hers and pulling her off the counter. “Get changed, we’re going somewhere,” he told her. He didn’t want to do this here. Sure, he was a practice dummy, but he wasn’t a jerk. This was her first kiss and unlike a the thirteen year old boy he had been she deserved a little better than some random bloke tonguing her down in the middle of her apartment while she looked dressed to curl up and watch Gilmore Girls. “I’m dead serious, I’ll wait an hour or more if I have to. Go on.”

Fawn let out a bit of a laugh, nodding as she dug into her fruit drawer.  She pulled out a peach, handing it to him.  “One fresh peach,” she laughed a bit, running her fingers through her hair.  She noticed him looking at the mug and she lifted it up a bit.  “It’s $3 at Wal-Mart, if you like it.”

She didn’t even think about what would happen if an actual witch saw it.  She’d either find out when she inevitably became friends with a witch and one came over, or she’d have common sense to hide it before seeing them.

She looked at him in surprise as he grabbed her hand, pulling her off the counter.  “Wait, what?” She said in confusion.  She raised her eyebrows as she walked backwards a few steps towards her room.  “When you say get dressed, do you mean fancy or not?  Because there’s a big difference.”  Fawn nodded with a huff, turning to go to her room.  She pushed the door closed, coming out five minutes later.  She had changed into a pair of a nice jeans and an off the shoulder top, a pair of wedges in hand.  “Seriously, where are we going?” She asked with a laugh as she sat on the couch to pull them on.

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blood sisters // bellamy & fawn

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thisbrutalbelle:

       Following Fawn over to the couch Bella sat, immediately crossing on of her legs over the other, pointing a toe out and her hands resting on her knee. Even if this wasn’t exactly a ‘formal’ sort of business arrangement Bellamy felt, at least in these moments, it was best to remain relatively professional until the woman got her sea legs about it all. Understandably it was a foreign act for her, even if she really didn’t need to do anything.

        “Well, whenever you feel ready I’ll drink from whatever part of you feel most comfortable. Many people prefer to wrist, it’s a bit more detached than the neck but some people tend to sort of feel more comfortable about that since it’s what they’ve seen on television,” she rambled, as Bella could even when speaking business. “Really as long as I’m not in danger of hitting a major artery you’ll be fine and I certainly won’t be aiming for that. It’s messy to begin with and no one really needs to drink that much. Like how much water do you drink a day, you know?” she tried to explained. A cup or two would realistically do.

        Bellamy nodded her head, watching as the girl made herself more comfortable. That was fine by Bella, whatever made her feel at ease. “It’s probably harder for you, it was never a thought in your head. Most dolls enjoy it though, it’s not not pleasurable honestly, as long as it’s not savage. Which it won’t be.”

“Wrist then?” She suggested sheepishly.  She kinda paused before holding out her wrist to the girl.  “And I’m clean, I promise,” Fawn laughed a bit awkwardly, pushing her hair back behind her ear.  “I shower and I wash my hands.”  She hoped that it would maybe work to lighten up at least a little bit of the tension.  It seemed a lot easier to talk about it if she didn’t put too much weight on it.

That made a lot more sense than a full pint like if she was donating blood.  “Okay, so just a cup or two?” She confirmed, raising her eyebrows.

She wasn’t quite sure what to expect still.  Maybe like a pinching feeling.  But then Bellamy said it wasn’t not pleasurable.  She swallowed, nodding as she steeled herself.  “Alright, I’m ready,” she said with a smile, biting her lip.  “Whenever you are, boss.”