then i let go, let go for anyone !! take me in, and throw out my HEART and get a new one. next thing we're ( t o u c h i n g ). you look at me, it's like you hit me with LIGHTNING !! oh, everybody's s t a r r y eyed
“You got one sunny disposition there, Miss Libby,” Buck sighs, “Stupid thing’s interrupted too many other projects we’ve been working on for me to come around anytime soon, I don’t think.” He adjusts his cap to wipe the sweat from his brow. “You give it a ride yet?”
“well, someone’s got to, especially with you walking around, grumpy,” she smiles, back to the usual bubbly and playful programming, “ooh, what other projects are you guys up to? and no, i haven’t, actually, but i was thinking about it. sounds like there isn’t any hope of convincing you to tag along, huh?”
“ hey, no, just chill. i’ll get it, ” mae is already crouching to clean up as she absently reassures the customer that’s just knocked a half - finished glass onto the floor, shattering it and leaving bits of glittering, damp glass across the hardwood. “ don’t worry about it. i’ll get you another drink as soon as i - shit! ” she yelps when a shard catches her finger, cutting all too easily through the thin fabric of her glove and causing her to draw up short. “ christ. ”
“oh, shit, i - i really am so sorry,” libby peers down at the woman from her seat, guilt written all over her features, before she suddenly jumps for her purse, “wait, i have a band-aid in here! hold on...” as she digs frantically through its contents, she can feel a blush creeping up her cheeks — both from the embarrassment of so many eyes on her and just the idea that she hurt someone at all. or is responsible for someone getting hurt, anyway.
“they’re just, uh - here!” she offers it to the bartender, finally, with a sheepish smile, “i’m sorry, i can be so clumsy — hence the band-aids. are you okay?”
Buck stands along the bank of the water, solemn faced, toes pointed outwards with his hands on hips. Despite the near ninety degree weather, he’s dressed in his typical “work” uniform - jeans without a belt (he buys pants that actually fit, for God’s sake), cowboy boots, and a gingham button down rolled up at the sleeves. He’s been surveying the quarry for a hot minute now as people seem to be coming out of the woodwork to enjoy the start of summer in amethyst falls. He’ll ignore the teenagers clad in swimsuits, clutching water bottles that have obviously been repurposed to contain copious amounts of their parent’s liquor (because he was also young once, believe it or not), and keeps a watch on the tiny tots waddling through the shallows, but his main focus today is that stupid, eight-hundred pound hunk of plastic that’d been set up by the deep end of the water, glittering in all it’s new-fangled, wallet denting delight.
“Well, it’s up there,” Buck says dryly to his approaching company, turning slowly to offer a polite nod hello (with an unmistakable grimace), “Ya’ll got your damn waterslide. Let me know what other environmental disasters you’d like me to put up. Apparently we got more than enough money for this bullshit.”
“you’re looking more and more like a surly old man every time i see you, buck. have you been practicing?” libby can’t help but tease the man, though it’s admittedly half-hearted, as she stops at his side and looks out over the water. truthfully, as much as she loves the idea of even more people coming to enjoy the falls, she hadn’t exactly been in support of the waterslide’s erection, either. she thought the point of having a beautiful, untouched spot of nature was to keep it untouched, but this feels more like a tourist trap than anything.
she worries her bottom lip between her teeth and sighs, glancing back over at him, “okay, it may be a little ugly, but at least everyone’s having fun. i know that might not win you over, exactly, but... oh, i don’t know. i’m trying to look on the bright side, here.”
( DOVE CAMERON, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) – wait a minute, wasn’t that 23 year old ELIZABETH “LIBBY” GRACE walking through the town square? i heard that they’ve been living in augusta for THIRTEEN YEARS and they live at #26 BEAUMONT ROAD. i often see them at THE GYM where they spend their time as A YOGA INSTRUCTOR. the people closest to them say that they are EXPRESSIVE & KINDHEARTED but can also be SENSITIVE & OVERLY TRUSTING ( claire & est ) « [ muse c in plot 16 ] »
hi y’all! i’m back w this cutie and cannot wait to get home from work later to start interacting!! i’d love to plot in the meantime tho if she calls to anyone!!! feel free to message me while i’m bored out of my skull doing insurance work. anywaaaay here’s more about libby grace !!
libby is an only child and was born march 2nd, 1996 (making her a pisces sun, scorpio moon, virgo ascending) to jonathan and carolyn grace in san francisco, california
her parents were loving to her, but their marriage, brought on by the fact that they had gotten pregnant with her at 22 and 20, respectively, was always rocky. the year she turned ten, it completely fell apart after her mother discovered her father was cheating on her for the third time – she served him divorce papers and moved across the country to augusta, maine, where she was originally from, and took libby with her.
the court ordered a custody agreement to be written up, and so until she turned eighteen, libby would spend school years in augusta with her mother and then travel to california to live with her father for nearly the entire summer.
her dad ended up marrying the woman he cheated with, and though she does love her father and even grew to love her stepmother over the years, watching her mother deal with the pain and betrayal tore libby apart. she had always been more attached to her mom and the two of them moving across the country only strengthened their bond, so she still harbors a lot of unrealized resentment towards her dad and stepmom for the whole thing.
because of this, libby is nervous to move too fast into relationships. in spite of this, she is also an intensely hopeless romantic. she’s in love with the idea of being in love but is terrified of putting all her trust into someone only to have them turn around and betray it.
and when it comes to sex, the fear of ending up in the same position as her parents led to the decision that she wouldn’t give that part of herself to someone until she was sure they were the the right one. it’s just unfortunate considering not many people, at least at her age, are willing to wait, so she hasn’t ever had a real adult relationship that lasted more than a week.
aside from all of that, libby is a very kind, very dreamy, very empathetic soul. she cares deeply for everyone and everything, even going so far as to save worms stranded on sidewalks after it rains, and for lack of better terms is a huuuuge hippy. she wishes everyone could just love one another and be at peace, but since that isn’t realistic, she’s a huge advocate for things from human/animal rights and climate change prevention to personal wellness and healthiness and happiness.
normally you can find her outside writing or sketching in her journal, or at the local gym where she teaches yoga classes. she currently still lives with her mother and has a pug named percy whom she adores with her whole heart.
overall libby is a total pisces and a huge sweetheart and i’d love to get some plots or even just pals for her because i love her so much already, so seriously feel free to message me or like this or whatever!! i’ll be home in a few hours :’) love y’all
“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”
“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”
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