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rageand-dyinglight-deactivated2

"What are you doing here?"

halfsavageandhardy

"What? Am I banned from certain areas now?"

#c: heath #have a cathy #whoops

bella-linton-deactivated2014092

Ugh! That’s terrible! Thank goodness Ethan isn’t a smoker. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.

halfsavageandhardy

Yes, thank goodness for that. Smoking definitely wouldn't suit your brother.

#c: bella #oh i saw

bella-linton-deactivated2014092

It’s so gross, Cathy. I wish they would ban it from campus! The smell gives me a headache.

halfsavageandhardy

Hindley smokes, and it's all I can do to be around him for more than 5 minutes. Once the smell's on your clothes, it never leaves!

#c: bella

bella-linton-deactivated2014092

Smoking kills.

halfsavageandhardy

It's such an unsightly habit, isn't it?

#c: bella

leonineleo

"Well, okay, I suppose that’s true. But still. You’re tiny. You can’t be any more than 5’3, right?"

halfsavageandhardy

"You're correct. I'm 5'2". I won't even take a stab at guessing how tall you are. I'd most likely get it wrong."

#c: leo

cheftatou-deactivated20150103

As the woman he’d bumped into flashed him a bright, warm smile, Harrison felt even worse than before. He really should have been looking where he was going. He always was clumsy, ever since he was little. “It’s okay,” Harrison said kindly when he handed her the books, helping her position them in her arms more securely. “I do that all the time, it’s so easy to drift into daydreams after hours of lectures.” He laughed gently at her teasing. “Terrible habit, really. I need to learn to not do it, I don’t want to keep bumping into strangers,” he said, before adding, “Although it can lead you to meet some interesting people.” At her comment about his phone, he looked down at it in his hand. He shoved it in his pocket, feeling bad still. “Yeah… sorry about the books again.”

halfsavageandhardy

"I've never thought about it like that before. I guess you can meet interesting people that way. It might work better than a bar." Cathy laughed, though she was still a bit miffed from Hindley's earlier call and the fact she'd just made a scene. She tried not to let it show on her face. "Don't be," she said, casually waving her hand in front of her face. "I used to be a little clumsy myself. So I understand. Plus, we all have terribly habits." Cathy's smile faltered slightly, thinking of her bad habit. The worst habit she could have. Her mind then wandered to his comment on lectures. "Hours of lectures sound awful." Geology could have some pretty boring lectures, but they never tended to last longer than the given time. "What are you majoring in?"

#c: harrison

emilyjean-stone

#ugh why are you so pretty #;portrait

leonineleo

"To be honest, it wouldn’t be hard to be taller than you. You look smaller than my pinky finger."

halfsavageandhardy

"I am, aren't I? I'm sure it also doesn't help you have larger than average pinkies."

#c: leo

halfsavageandhardy

Chasing Twisters | Heath & Cathy

rageand-dyinglight-deactivated2

Whether it was late or early, Heath wasn’t sure. He had lain awake for most of the night and it had soon reached the point where he genuinely just couldn’t care less about sleeping. He dressed a good few hours before the sun came up, throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt, only bothering to rake his hands through his hair before he padded out into the dark, his hands shoved into his pockets as he loped through the grounds of Wuthering Heights, dark eyes cast downwards. He wandered for a while, paying no mind to where he was going or what he was doing. It was as if he were functioning entirely on autopilot. Eventually, Heath found himself sitting up on the crest of one of the rolling hills on their property, watching as the sun peeked over the horizon slowly, hesitantly, as if it were unsure what the day would hold for it.

Reluctantly, Heath pulled himself to his feet as he heard the familiar neighing that signaled the horses were awake. He was up, he might as well go feed Castor while he was just aimlessly striding about. Joseph usually dealt with the other horses. Heath was halfway to the stable doors when he remembered that he had turned Castor out last night so he could get a decent run around and stay away from too many flies in the harsh Louisiana summers. Sighing, Heath turned on his heels and headed back down to the bottom fields, snatching up a headcollar from the gate as he went. He stood for a moment just inside the field, sharp brown eyes scouting around for the large Friesian. Eventually, he spotted the creature and approached it silently. The black horse bowed his head to Heath and, without much difficulty, Heath slipped the headcollar over the horse’s head and began to lead it up the field. He stopped after a few strides though and paused. There was something he had always wanted to do but it was such a childish notion.

Childish but wild in its own way. Before he thought again, Heath slid his hands into Castor’s mane and easily pulled himself up onto the horse’s bare back, settling comfortably behind his withers before giving the horse a precise tap with his heels. “Canter, Castor.” His voice was rough from lack of use but it mattered not. The horse responded to the hoarse words and within seconds, the pair of them were positively flying up the field and through the grounds of Wuthering Heights. He gave a sharp tug on the lead rope he held loosely in his hands and the horse slowed, stopping entirely at the stable doors. Heath slid off, his feet hitting the ground with a solid thump, He walked into the stables, his horse’s hooves clacking along behind him as he led the gelding into its stall. The fact that Pollux was eating hadn’t passed him by and Heath tensed at the thought of Cathy still being in there with him. Shaking it off, he strode to the feed store and swiftly cut half a bale of hay. He hauled it up easily and placed it into Castor’s stable, watching as the horse tore into it. He stayed completely still, staring at his horse as he listened out for any sign of movement. Could he handle facing Cathy or should he just leave and avoid yet another explosive argument?

halfsavageandhardy

She heard the sounds of Castor eating. At the thought of his name, she felt a pang of nostalgia hit her. The horses had been gifts from their father. Hindley had gotten one as well, though Heath picked the prettier for himself. They'd named their horses after the mythological twin brothers Castor and Pollux, which also happened to be stars in the Gemini constellation. Cathy chose Pollux, due to it being the brightest. The horses looked nothing alike, and when they were younger, they would joke about the irony. Cathy couldn't remember the last time they'd joked about something. It had to have been before the incident at the Lintons'. That seemed so long ago, but it'd only been a little over two weeks. Two agonizing weeks of harsh words and even harsher looks. Every look she sent him was equal parts rage and longing, though she was certain the rage was more apparent.

More sweat beads began to roll down the back of her neck, and she knew she couldn't hide out forever. She wasn't afraid of him. She never had been. It was herself she was afraid of. What she might do. What she might say. Cathy had always been volatile. Her mood could change in the blink of an eye. Heath used to compare her to the sea or a summer storm. Never were the comparisons to soft things, such as roses or honeysuckle. They were always harsh and unforgiving metaphors and similes. And Cathy relished in it. Grudgingly, she stood, wiping the back of her neck with her hand. She wiped away the sweat on her top. Pollux had finished eating, and she walked over to him, scratching behind his ear. She didn't speak, but instead placed a gentle kiss on the horse's muzzle, patting him reassuringly. Cathy braced herself, knowing the minute she stepped from the stall, she would see him.

And there he was. Dark and brilliant as he'd ever been. If he had tried to do something with his hair, it hadn't worked to his advantage. The black curls were unruly like always, and Cathy's hands remembered perfectly how they felt between her fingers. His shirt accentuated his muscles, and Cathy's blue-green eyes roamed hungrily over his body. She never dropped her gaze from him. The urge to run to him, press herself against him, and taste those ever-pouting lips was so strong she dug her nails into her palms, certain she would draw blood. No. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Cathy crossed her arms in front of her, feeling the sweat forming underneath her tank top. "I guess you don't have anything better to do. I'm surprised you're not stalking through the swamp or some other godforsaken place." Her tone was biting, contemptuous, and her eyes matched her tone in color. They always seemed to become brighter around him. "Haven't you found a job yet?"

#para: heath #{chasing twisters}

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#;portrait

cheftatou-deactivated20150103

It had been a long day at school, longer than usual - so Harrison couldn’t help but sigh in relief when his final lecture ended. He did like learning, but today had been a day based mostly around his major. Philosophy was what really got his spirits high. That was where his passions lied. Not medicine. But it was a sensible degree, which he could still use to help others. It didn’t hurt that he had a best friend on the course either, even if Vince hadn’t been there today for some reason. An odd occurrence. He barely ever missed class, it was like he lived and breathed medicine. Harrison’s curiosity got the better of him and he pulled out his phone. Unfortunately for both people involved, just as he was beginning to craft a text, he collided with someone. On the bright side, he managed to keep a tight grip of his phone, unlike the woman he had quite literally run into - whose books were now strewn on the ground. “Oh no, don’t be sorry, it was completely my fault. Let me help with that,” he said with a genuine smile, beginning to help her pick up her books. “I shouldn’t have been texting and walking at the same time, something like this was bound to happen.” He rose to his feet again and handed her her books.

halfsavageandhardy

Instead of curses and raised voices, Cathy was met with help. She was a bit taken aback, considering she'd just plowed into some helpless person. It definitely wasn't a reaction she was used to. She herself most likely would have made a snarky remark. That is, the Cathy before Bella's influence. "Thank you," Cathy replied, giving him a warm smile. The young man had an infectious one himself, and Cathy couldn't bring herself to be too upset at the situation. She took the books from him, stacking them into a pile in her arms. "Thank you again. I was off in my own world. Bad habit." Cathy shrugged, giving a short laugh. "I never have mastered the art of texting and walking at the same time. It seems like it's a rare art form." Her tone was slightly teasing, though there was a minuscule hint of haughtiness, something that Bella had encouraged. "At least your phone didn't take the spill like my books."

#c: harrison