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she’s a mess of gorgeous c h a o s and you can see it in her eyes.

[deafxdefying-blog]

scarsfitz:

“I was being sarcastic, actually.” He corrected. Raising a brow at the inquisition, the soldier shrugged, “Usually I’m the one helping the drunk girl home. I lost my will to charm a few years ago.”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“Your sarcasm is shit.” She responded. Scarlett watched his expression. She liked to know how men worked hence why she asked him such a question. The more she knew, the easier it made them to toy with. “What a gentleman. I find it hard to believe you don’t even try, though.”

[deafxdefying-blog]

scarsfitz:

“Thank you so much for the concern, then. No, that would not be something I’d say to women seriously.”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“Don’t mistake concern for general amazement that you could have potentially thought that’d be a good pick up.” She told him. “So how do you normally do it?”

[deafxdefying-blog]

scarsfitz:

“Not at all,” he replied, hands raised for a brief mock surrender, “just a joke. But by all means take it if you want it.”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“Good because that was pitiful and would explain your lack of women.” Scarlett replied before shaking her head. “I’m fine.”

[deafxdefying-blog]

“Oh yes, I want you so much that I’m willing to trade this glorious pastry for a kiss, deal?” Carter teased while holding out the piping piece of dessert.

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett glanced at the pastry, unamused. “Is this how you normally woo women?”

[zeldaclarke]

scarsfitz:

The tall girl listened intently, clinging onto the other girls’ words, eyes opened wide and lips curved into a gentle smile. “See? There’s a food-inspired poet in you after all,” Reagan giggled lightly before beginning to prepare the tea. A bit of silence fell between the two girls, one that wasn’t awkward, Reagan hoped, before she returned with the refreshingly aromatic cup. “So, what brings you to New York? The summers here can be really killer, it’s probably a better visit during the fall. Well, unless you’re here for a wedding at the Plaza, because we all know that weddings in June are the best parts of summer in New York, even despite how hot it gets,” she chatted away, letting out a small chuckle.

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett laughed. “I suppose so if that’s what you want to call it.” She leaned against the counter, watching as the other made the tea. Although it was quiet with neither speaking, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. “My family’s business moved its headquarters to New York. Of course, my father sent us here instead of moving himself. Something about being the heirs to the company or whatever.” Scarlett replied. “I’ve never seen a wedding at the Plaza let alone in June. I’ll take your word for it, though.”

[zeldaclarke]

scarsfitz:

“Honestly, I think that anyone who comes to New York City’s gotta be like that - and then some.” Reagan let out a laugh and took a piece of the lemon macaroon, popping it into her mouth swiftly. “But, yes. You seem to be all of those things, and I hope that’s not too rude to say. Well, I’m sure it is, because I’m just assuming things left and right. But, if a pick in macaroons is what decides you as a person, then I guess this must say I’m a sour tart.” She smiled pleasantly at the other girl before reaching for the two wooden boxed trays that displayed their tea and coffee selections. “I won’t pick it out for you this time.”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“I suppose so. I’m not from New York, though, so I still have yet to master that skill.” Scarlett replied. She shrugged, smiling a bit at her words. “Not rude at all. Rather flattering actually. ‘Sour tart’ isn’t the word I’d use. Zesty perhaps. It sounds better.” She told her, studying the other. “Lemon has the ability to be a lot of things. Strong but unique. There aren’t many things that taste like it, after all. It’s memorable as well, going so far as to leave an after taste.” Scarlett looked at the boxes. Scanning the item,s she eventually settled on a chai tea. “I’ll take a chai tea then.”

[zeldaclarke]

scarsfitz:

She shrugged bashfully, a smile nestling into her features, glad to know she had picked the right one. “TIramisu is a strange blend of flavors, you know? It can be quite rich from the chocolate, but the vanilla and amaretto - and just the tiniest hint of rum - make the flavor so much brighter. Dark but bright, strong and memorable. It just seemed to fit.” Reagan explained, before commenting with a low chuckle. “The matcha just seemed too passive. Well, now that I’m done rambling about flavors, can I get you something to drink?”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“And I would’ve simply described it as good. However, I agree. It has a very interesting and delicious flavor.” Scarlett replied. “Fit? Do I give off the air of being dark but bright, strong and memorable?” She asked, further amused by the way the girl seemed passionate about the pastry flavors. Scarlett leaned on the counter. “What have you got?”

[zeldaclarke]

scarsfitz:

The girl who walked in was beautifully pale, from the white blonde hairs cresting along her face, to the milky whiteness of her skin. Reagan couldn’t help but stare for a short while, the vaguely familiar face fascinating her as she wondered what had brought the girl into the store. “Huh? Oh, right! Yeah, we’ve only got a few left before the next batch comes along, but they’re free. Lemon, Matcha Green Tea, and Tiramisu. Let me guess. Are you a tiramisu kind of girl?” 

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett had noticed her lingering look but didn’t acknowledge it although she found it flattering. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, surprised by the girl’s ability to guess what she would pick. “I am.” She answered, somewhat amused. “You must be fairly good at your job if you can guess a customer’s tastes with one look.”

[zeldaclarke]

“More and more, I’m thinking about adopting a pet. The cupcakes and all of Marj’s goodies are nice, but some…animated company wouldn’t hurt, especially outside of work.” Reagan mused to the customer who asked her how she was before walking away; it was a bad habit of hers to simply go on and on about her life, a product of people who actually cared about how she was.

New York was a different place - some said it out of courtesy, while most passed by without so much as a smile. Blushing lightly, Reagan withdrew, on the verge of an apology just as the little ring of the doorbell alerted her to the presence of another customer. “Free macaroons and they are perfectly delicious!”

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett was having a relatively good day. Being bipolar, she had up and down days. They weren’t episodes per se but not quite “normal” either. Scarlett liked to think of it as minor mania or depression. Today, happened to be one of the former days. Even her usual wickedness was suppressed. That’s why she decided to head into the pastry shop. She didn’t go often but it was one of her more favorite places to visit in Park Avenue. Opening the door, she barely set foot in the doorway when a voice sounded. “Free you say?” She asked, walking over to where the woman was standing.

[scarsfitz-blog]

Mr. & Mrs. Fitzwilliam ♕ Task #2

“People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.”

Scarlett’s relationship with her parents is confusing. Being the baby of the family (as well as the only girl), she was doted on all her life. There was nothing that she could ask for that she wouldn’t receive. She was a perfect angel in their eyes. And that’s why she can’t resent them... completely, at least. As much as she tries, Scarlett loves her parents deeply and can’t find it in herself to be utterly cold towards them. Of course, she does resent their actions but she doesn’t hate her parents themselves. Scarlett could never hate her parents. 

The resentment towards her parents stems from their inability to understand her illness and be completely there for her. While they did take her to therapy and put her on the proper medication, Scarlett knows it was more out of fear of a ruined image than anything else. For that reason they preferred a medicated Scarlett over a happier one. She’ll never forget the looks on their faces when she told them she had told them she was done taking medication. It was a look of disappointment, bewilderment, and even fear.

Scarlett told them one night after dinner. She’d already told her brothers but her parents were utterly clueless that their daughter had been off her medication for nearly a week. At first, there was only a look of shock followed by realization and finally, anger. They yelled at her, saying it was for her own good and Scarlett yelled back, exclaiming it made her feel worse. By the time all was said and done, her mother was in tears, her father refused to speak to her and Scarlett couldn’t have cared less. 

It took a week before her parents came around and understood Scarlett wouldn’t budge. Her mother was the first to hug her, saying she only wanted the best for her, before it was her father’s turn to apologize. The days following that interaction were awkward to say the least but slowly, things began to get back to normal. Of course, they would look at her with caution out of the corner of their eyes as though waiting for her to lose it but Scarlett knew a few odd looks were better than before. Nowadays, her relationship with her parents is almost normal. They still plead with her to get medicated which causes resentment on both ends but in the end, Scarlett’s relationship with them is quite healthy. Although, she does have a nagging feeling that her parents are secretly glad their daughter is in New York and not Romania. After all, she knows her illness (and behavior) is an embarrassment to them.

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

[warringxbeck-blog]

scarsfitz:

It felt like things were almost back to the way they were - the good old days. He’d keep it to himself for now but he didn’t plan on telling Scarlett that he had been fairly aware of what had happened the previous night. Perhaps he wanted to save some face and dignity. As a man, he had his pride to uphold and such - sometimes some secrets were just safer to keep. “What will you do to stop me?” he challenged, as he cocked an eyebrow. “Yea, it feels … almost new,” he murmured casually. He took her hand into his and just smiled, a dorky kind of smile, and laced his fingers with her. “I know it might be too soon but, you could move back in …”

[scarsfitz-blog]

Experience had taught Scarlett that the best way to win against Warren was to ignore his challenges. And this was no exception. She smiled. “Nothing.” She told him. Scarlett thought about his words. It felt like a renewal. Not new but not like before, either. It almost felt like there was a new sense of hope. She could only hope that it would last. Scarlett held onto Warren’s hand but dropped her gaze. “I don’t know.” She said softly. “There’s a lot to consider and we aren’t even officially back together. Plus, I’ve only recently got all my stuff set out here with Klaus.” Scarlett looked back up. “And what if it doesn’t work? What if this is just an in the moment thing and I move back in and it all goes to shite?” She blurted out, unable to seal her thoughts.

[livia-lawson]

scarsfitz:

“It’s definitely worth a try though if you prefer yoga it may not be your thing.” She’d always enjoyed the rhythm and structure of rowing, even the teamwork side of it had once appealed to her. Not so much any more, she wasn’t as good at opening herself up to the trust and reliance that was needed to be part of a successful team as she once had been. “As long as it gets the adrenaline flowing I’m not that picky. I tend to chop and change a lot with the exception of boxing.” Livia gave a slight shrug, running was fine and she ran every now and again but like with the majority of things it never really stuck. She joined the other woman in laughing at the expense of cycling and the women that tended to do it. “Which is exactly why it’s not a great option. I’m not quite that desperate just yet. I doubt even when I hit that age and if I’ve had two children I’d even resort to that.”

[scarsfitz-blog]

“I think I’ll pass.” She replied. Intense physical activity wasn’t one of Scarlett’s greatest joys nor was it something she was keen on taking part in. It wasn’t for any particular reason other than she preferred the grace of yoga and Pilates. It was “cleaner” in her eyes. “I see.” Scarlett said. “Adrenaline isn’t my thing. I like effective yet neat and fluid exercises ergo I do yoga.” Running was as far into true rigorous activity Scarlett would venture. Other than that, count her out. “I wouldn’t either.” She agreed. “Cycling is an honest sign that you’ve given up. You might as well buy a mini van and some mom jeans at that point. Get a soccer mom haircut while you’re at it as well.”

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

[warringxbeck-blog]

scarsfitz:

“Some of it, like the couch,” he murmured under his breath as his cheeks flared up, glowing a rosy pink. He didn’t think he’d be able to live it down since as Warren Beck, it was outright the most uncharacteristic thing he’s done. He wasn’t ashamed but simply embarrassed because it wasn’t normal for him to be romantic. At least in the terms of sincerity - this was why Scarlett made him different. His ears seemed to perk up when she reciprocated the same words, in the same tone he had. Though it was too soon to be happy, there were still a lot of things to be discussed. Could they really make this work? For the second time? “Of course you miss me, I mean how can you not miss this,” he motioned at his face cheekily to lighten up the mood. He felt like he could breath finally and be happy. “So, what are we going to do about … us,” he murmured. He was afraid of pitfalls and commitment but she had been the sole force that continuously proved him wrong. 

[scarsfitz-blog]

“Hm.” Scarlett hummed. That was probably the one thing she wanted him to forget. However, she hoped that there was still a chance he didn’t remember everything. After all, he was drunk off his rocker. After all, despite her words, Scarlett was still literally hanging back. She had yet to come closer. In reality, it wasn’t out of anything than fear of the unknown. That had been perhaps the first time she’d ever said she missed someone after a break up and she was unsure of what to do with herself. However, when Warren proceeded to be his normal self, Scarlett did the same. “Don’t push your luck.” She told him with an eye roll but a hint of a smile on her lips. The smile faded at his other words, however. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.” She admitted. “I suppose we’re in a bit of an awkward position now.”

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

[warringxbeck-blog]

scarsfitz:

It was if he was embracing the winter - for she was harsh and cold as usual. But he didn’t blame her, some of that was contributed by what he did. He had never said sorry for hurting her or making the mistakes that he did. Warren proceeded to sit back down, taking her hands into his. He brought her knuckles to his lips, gentling brushing it against her hands, “look Scar, I lied. I was aware of what happened last night. I’m tired of this - this wall between us.” He finally confessed. After the drink and her lips, he was intoxicated, hooked. But he hated being sensitive or vulnerable, though it had been too late. She already knew it, she saw past his idiotic ego and his narcissistic pride. He looked down at the ground, wishing the world would swallow him. Because well, he wasn’t scared of stating the truth of his thoughts. He was rather ashamed because he had been such an asshole for so long. “I’ve been a piece of shit, and you know that. I just wanted to say … sorry, I miss you.” And that’s when he looked up, his eyes bearing into hers. If she ripped him apart, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself anymore. 

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett sucked in her breath when Warren admitted he had lied. She wasn’t mad but she was afraid that perhaps he remembered everything. She found herself wishing that he truly was unaware of what had gone down. However, the more he kept speaking, the farther away that wish slipped. Scarlett dropped her hand, listening as he spoke despite the internal panic. “How much do you remember?” She asked slowly. If he didn’t remember certain things, Scarlett knew she was safe. She knew it was terrible to feel that way but Scarlett was a terrible person in general. Having always been the player—the manipulator— and suddenly being thrown into a relationship that was finally real on her part, everything was new to her and it was hard to let go of her selfishness. Hell, Scarlett wasn’t sure she could ever do it. She didn’t bother arguing when he admitted his shortcoming but she felt herself pale when he said he missed her. At first, she wasn’t ever sure she’d heard him right and found herself stepping back, perplexed. After a moment of silence, Scarlett finally spoke. “I miss you too.”

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

[warringxbeck-blog]

scarsfitz:

The sweetness of sleep was underestimated - for he truly enjoyed himself in his dreams. He hadn’t woken up until he heard his name being called. His memory was foggy from the previous night but at least he felt better - probably better than last night. His eyes looked around the room until it landed on Scarletts, well shit was the first thought that came to mind. He had the faintest awareness that he had crashed at someones house but not at hers. “I’m awake,” he raised a hand instinctively like a kid. “Sorry, don’t remember much of how I ended here,” he lied through his teeth. He didn’t want her knowing that he came her because he missed her. It was better that they were just acquaintances of the somewhat. He looked at her, the messiness of her blonde hair and the kindness in her blue eyes - he’d do anything to rewind the time. He sat up, his hands in his lap, thinking of what to do and what to say but nothing would come out of his mouth. “I guess I should get going before I bother you any longer, thanks for letting me stay,” he finally said feebly, tasting the regret in each syllable. He got up, and then he proceeded to embrace her in his arms. He didn’t want to let go, Warren didn’t want to go. 

[scarsfitz-blog]

It took him a minute but Warren finally came to and when he did, Scarlett stood up. She ignored the small ounce of pain his words caused her and shrugged. “You came in here stumbling drunk, you threw up, took a shower, and then knocked out.” She told him, purposefully leaving out nearly everything else that’d happened. Scarlett shrugged. “I tried to get you to go but you could barely stand on your own two feet. Really had no choice.” There it was again: Scarlett’s glass wall. She was drawing into herself, allowing everyone to see her without letting them in. She was surprised, however, at his embrace. It startled her given that he wasn’t drunk and she almost pushed him away. Instead, slowly and a bit tensely, Scarlett returned it. Why? Because Scarlett expected him to push her away at any moment. He was sober now and the sensitive, vulnerable Warren from last night wouldn’t make an appearance any time soon. Finally, after a reasonable amount of seconds passed, she broke away. “There’s coffee if you want some. You can take it back to your room or something.” Scarlett muttered. She would’ve liked for him to stay and drink it with her but given he’d already stated he should go back, Scarlett refrained from saying such.

[warringxbeck-blog]

Midnight Rendez Vous

[warringxbeck-blog]

scarsfitz:

And so Warren proceeded to shower, turning the heat up until it scalded his skin. He wanted to feel awake but it seemed like he was clawing away in a misty haze. By the time he finished, he felt less nauseous but far more sleepy. Thankfully Klaus shared the same sized clothes - Warren was hoping he didn’t mind. When he was done with all of this, he left the room to find Scarlett lying on the couch - looking rather exhausted. A pang of guilt shred at his heart. He pulled one of the blankets over her. It was all his fault, all of this mess. He wasn’t in his right mind and by the next morning, he sure shit was going to hit the fan. He sighed, not wanting to leave at all. And so he took a seat in one of the recliners, staring up at the ceiling - watching it swirl and blur. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me,” he murmured under his breath. Truly, he was no good for her - so he had let her go. She wouldn’t understand that, he was convinced. His eyes were slowly closing as he felt the night envelope the night. 

[scarsfitz-blog]

Scarlett had tried to stay up as long as she could, wanting to make sure Warren left and got back to his room. However, it wasn’t long before fatigue took over and she found her eyelids growing heavier and heavier until she finally gave in. Scarlett woke up hours later, disoriented. It was only when she saw Warren draped over one of the recliners that she truly woke up. Throwing off the blanket, she rushed into her brother’s room. He was gone but Scarlett knew there was no way in hell he hadn’t noticed Warren. Relaxing somewhat, Scarlett returned back to the living room. She was a little angry that he’d stayed but somehow comforted as well. Glancing at him, she decided to allow him a couple more minutes of sleep. So, Scarlett began making coffee. Once it got going, Scarlett walked over to Warren. Squatting, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. “Warren.” She asked, shaking him gently. “Warren. Wake up.”

[livia-lawson]

scarsfitz:

“Swimming is a good one for me. Rowing too but there’s nowhere to do that here really.” Giving a small shrug she thought of all the different things she’d tried over the years when she’d been unable to settle on one, still was really just boxing had managed to stick. “I guess you can’t go wrong with yoga either but I like something a bit more fast paced.” The blonde in front of her seemed like the type to prefer those sort of workouts but they’d never really held her own attention or helped her relax like they apparently were able to do.“The less fun ones are squash or cycling.” It was purely personal opinion, as most things involving sports were and she knew the chances of the other woman agreeing on everything she’d said were close to non-existent but she didn’t really mind, it was all subjective.

[scarsfitz-blog]

“Suppose not.” Scarlett replied. “Never been rowing myself, though, so I wouldn’t know.” She had, however, been swimming. Scarlett had learned while on a vacation with her family. While she rarely used her skill in Romania itself, she had gone swimming countless of times in various other places. “That’s where we differ, then. I prefer yoga and Pilates over something fast paced. The only exception to that rule would be running. The smoother the workout, the better.” Scarlett laughed. “Cycling is a middle-aged woman sport. You only take it when you’ve got two kids and no hope. It’s certainly not for young women like you and I.” Scarlett’s mother took cycling and that was enough to let her know that the exercise simply wasn’t appropriate for someone of Scarlett’s age.