LAURA MOTHERFUCKING BAILEY
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LAURA MOTHERFUCKING BAILEY
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âthat sounds like a lot-â âA thousand at least, Beau!â âwell, if it has to be done đđđ.â
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This episode hit me like 8 different ways
episode 49 | episode 85
lauraâs reactions during beauâs confession are a delight
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   she nods, smiling brightly. âyeah, i do! with jewelry and ribbons on them!â jester makes her way closer, eyes darting across her elegant clothes and hair, landing back at the antlers. âyou could probably put jewelry on yours, too, around all the pretty leaves.â
cobaltsouled·:
beau chuckles softly, fondness coloring her features as she watches jester.Â
â we should get caleb to set up his teleportation shit in every city. then you could do a taste test of all the pastries. âÂ
for a moment she forgets where she is or what pain lingers here. itâs just fresh air and jester and the smell of sugar wafting from that little bag clutched in blue fingers. itâs her friends waiting for them, not her parents.Â
her parentsâŠ..Â
her thoughts sour and she has to hide her grimace as she turns to her friend and the outstretched pastry.
she glances at it, hesitating for a moment as she thinks of what past hangs onto it in threads, then shakes her head dismissively.Â
â eh i think iâve had enough for a life time. you should save them. not like youâll be back here again, right? â
sheâs almost distracted from the pastries currently clutched in both hands at the idea of having pastries from every city. âthatâs the best idea!â even if he might (probably, definitely) get tired of teleporting her place to place just for food.Â
thereâs something with beau that still doesnât quite feel right. it makes her think of how much the woman never, ever wants to talk about this place, much less come to it, while jester finds herself longing to head back home practically every night.Â
it seems like very few of the group grew up happy, she thinks. maybe sheâs the anomaly after all.Â
âwell, we might have to come back someday. what if some sort of monster heads this way and we have to chase it? what if a god challenges us to fight them here?â
cobaltsouled·:
even in this moment, anger and fear and pain all echoing through her limbs, jester still feels so right in her arms. her skin is cool against her and it doesnât help with the chill from the draft, but she doesnât care. she just holds her.Â
the catch of air and fresh sobs make beauâs chest constrict. she swallows hard, wishing she hadnât said anything, berating herself for being so fucking bad at making people feel better.Â
she knows how to yell at caleb and get him to see straight, knows how to slap fjord on the back and remind him sheâs his second mate, hell with nott she can just give her a sip of wine. but jesterâŠ. jester is so sweet. soft. kind. sheâs complicatedâŠ. and sheâs leagues too good for beau.Â
a soft laugh leaves her, a little raw at the edges, a little more like a pained breath.Â
â with all of us? bet that fuckerâll be dead on sight. iâll give you the heart ripping though. iâm generous like that. âÂ
the joking is half-hearted and she just pulls jester closer, hoping itâll offer some modicum of comfort.Â
â nott and yeza gotta see their fucking kid or whatever so theyâll be going for sure. you could tag along. see your mom. get some fucking sunshine. you deserve that at least and itâs not like we know what the fuck weâre doing right now anyways. âÂ
she pauses and her tone gets softer.Â
â itâs okay to take a break, jessieâŠâŠ. â Â
the sudden shift in tone catches her off guard, but she laughs, taking a breath to catch the smell jesterâs talking about only to regret it immediately.Â
â damn thatâs rank. pretty sure its you though. i smell like fucking lilacs. âÂ
untangling from jester, she stands and holds out a hand.Â
â come on. lets break in the baths before we start smelling like caleb. â
âyouâre so generous.â jester says, sniffling. it feels good, almost too good, to think about carving obannâs disgusting heart from his chest. âmaybe... maybe we should let yasha end him, though, if we break her free. if she can. i think sheâd like that.âÂ
anger burns in her so fiercely jester thinks that this must be what it feels like to want to rage the way yasha does. she knows that itâll fade, eventually, practically hearing her mama saying so in her comforting voice. knowing itâs true doesnât make her feel better.Â
beau is soft and warm and wonderful, holding her. it makes her glad that theyâre roommates, because she loves everyone else dearly but doesnât know if sheâd be able to let them see her like this. they need her to be happy in a way that beau doesnât - though she always wants to be happy for beau, always feels happy with beau.Â
âcaleb doesnât smell so bad anymore.â jester protests weakly, giggling as she gets to her feet. âand itâs totally you thatâs gross! i smell like sweets and sugar all the time - perks of being a follower of the traveler, just saying.â
she takes the offered hand, looking expectantly to beau. âwhat if we used the hot tub as a bath? we could get so many bubbles if i just control the water and mix it around a little bit!â