Somethin' Beautiful and Tragic

It's pronounced Zo-e. - I am both worse and better than you thought - Indie Semi-Selective OC. - Read Rules before interacting please.

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As she poked his stomach and admitted to knowing what was going on, he looked up at her wearily.

“Yeah, well… He seems to have no problem showing up to my home uninvited.” He gave a roll of his eyes when she told him not to get stressed. He was already stressed. He was a big pile of stress. And as she went to the door, he got up to get himself a drink and light a cigar.

“Me? Stressed? Never,” he called to her in a sarcastic tone as he poured himself six shots of tequila and a glass of scotch.

Sinatra growled a little as he was slid to the side, but stayed out of the way once the door was opened. It seemed he liked Felix about as much as Ben did.

Felix was fidgeting on the doorstep when the door was finally opened, his finger reaching forward to ring the bell again and stopping abruptly when he saw Zoe standing there… In nothing but an oversized button-up shirt that clearly didn’t belong to her and smelled so strongly of Benjamin’s cologne he wanted to hurl.

“Oh. So he actually found a woman ‘oo would accept that 'is ego is much larger than 'is dick size,” Felix hummed with a slow nod, pressing his lips together. His eyes scanned her briefly, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as a small smirk brushed his lips.

“Darlin’, I’m pretty sure last time we saw each other, you thought 'f me as a lot more than trash. What 'appened? Benny gotten into y’ pretty li'l 'ead? Or y’ jus’ think you’re better cause you’re datin’ the more successful one out 'f the two of us?” Shoving his hands into his pockets, his brows quirked upward.

“Did 'e even tell ya why I’m 'ere?”

She shook her head, the smug look on her face still there. “The last time we saw each other, I left you in a very compromising position. As I recall.” She hummed a bit and smiled again. “None of your business what Ben and I have or do and if you ever thought I was one to chase after money then you really don’t know me very well.”

She crossed her arms underneath her chest, the shirt riding up slightly. “No he didn’t tell me actually. He’s a bit pissed off that you’re here in the first place, as I’m sure you know.” 

She glanced back into the house to try and see if she could see what Ben was doing but she couldn’t. She bit her lip a little bit. She was flirty and funny with Felix but she was still worried about Ben. She didn’t want him to worry about this. He already had too much on his mind.

She stepped out of the way of the door and snapped at Sinatra to follow her. He stopped growling finally and perked up at the attention Zoe gave him. “Wipe your feet or take off your shoes. The floors are expensive.” She smirked and turned her back to him, walking away with Sinatra following her. She made her way back to Ben and wrapped her arms around his torso before Felix could see. She ran her hand through his hair and gave him a sad smile.

“Some of those better be for me because there’s no way.” She shook her head and took two of the shots, downing them herself before Ben could grab them. She returned to his arms and kissed up his neck and left a small peck under his chin before looking up at him. “Tell me what you want to do right now. Forget Felix for a second. What do you need?”

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It’s been less than 48 hours and I miss him too much and want him to come home. 

Fuck this you guys 

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Zoe didn’t think twice when Ben got up to answer the phone. Business as always, she assumed. She watched his face discreetly. An eyebrow went up. Definitely not business. She’d learned not to inquire so much about Ben’s personal life. They’d been through too much together at this point. Knew so much. Cried together, experienced things together. Deep down, Zoe felt like Ben would be the person she’d just stay with. She was never the marrying type but she was better at monogamy than even she knew. She could see growing old with him. All her life she’d wanted to die early. Not age, die dramatically. Ben made her think differently.

She nodded once when he held up a finger and left the couch. She scooted herself to the edge and pretended to watch the television while she listened the best she could to Ben’s conversation. Right before she was going to stop listening, she heard Ben scream Felix’s name. Felix. From London, Felix. Ben’s brother Felix. A devilish smile crept across her face and she got up slowly. Oh this would be fun. She got up slowly and her head turned up when the doorbell rang. No way.

She walked over to where Ben stood and tried to hide the smirk. She’d talked to Ben about meeting Felix before but nothing more than that. Nothing like the truth, really. Nothing about how…well…they knew each other. She cleared her throat, trying to pretend she didn’t just hear everything or knew there was someone at the door.

“Sooo…what was that about?”

Ben slammed his mobile down on the counter when his brother hung up. Slumping down into his seat, he pressed his fingertips to the bridge of his nose and sucked in a deep breath, releasing it in a short huff of a sigh. At this point Sinatra’s angered barking coupled with the whole situation was giving him a headache. As Zoe sauntered into the room, looking oddly smug, however, he looked up with a raised brow.

“Oh, nothing… Just… Business as usual…” Another ring of the doorbell and the dog started barking and howling once more. “Goddammit, Sinatra!” A firm fist slammed down on the counter and Ben took in a slow, deep breath. He then looked over at Zoe and pointed a very stern finger at her.

“Don’t answer that,” he warned. “Probably a… Con Artist or something…” Not untrue. Though, Felix was a little bit different than just any conman. Didn’t mean he couldn’t leave that part out.

He ran his hands down his face and peered between his fingertips at her. “Let’s just…” He shook his head and shrugged. “Go back to watching that movie, all right?”

Another drawn out ring of the doorbell and then several in quick succession afterwards. At this point, Sinatra was pawing and growling ferociously at the door, almost as if he too was annoyed with the consistant ringing.

She pursed her lips and nodded slowly. “Riight, business as usual.” She cleared her throat and looked around nonchalantly as the doorbell continued to ring. She held her hands up in surrender when he warned her not to answer the door. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I won’t.” She nodded a bit. “You’re right. Probably somebody selling something.” She hid her smirk again and watched him as he suggested going back to the movie. She was about to agree until the long ring of the doorbell chimed again. She shook her head and balanced on her heels for a moment before setting herself back down on her feet.

“So...your brother’s here.” She finally let the sly smile escape and reached over to poke Ben’s stomach. She giggled softly and shook her head. “I know you two hate each other but if he’s asking you for something then something must really be wrong. In my experience with Felix, he hates asking people for shit.” She shrugged. “Don’t get stressed.” Without another word, Zoe was on her way to the door.

She had no doubt Felix would say something about her wearing nothing but Ben’s t-shirt and that Ben might get jealous and possessive. She of course felt bad and didn’t want him to feel like that. But at the same time, this would be fun. She scooted Sinatra out of the way gently and opened the door, a hand falling on to her waist as she did.

“That’s funny, I thought I took the trash out this morning but it seems to be back.”

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Not into the meaningless, random hookup?

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They were watching something on Netflix that Ben was only vaguely interested in when the phone rang. Immediately, he slid his arm out from behind Zoe and leaned forward to grab his mobile off the coffee table, mildly surprised to find unknown number calling him and hoping it wasn’t a telemarketer.

“Hello?”

“Benjamin!”

Abruptly upon hearing the voice at the other end of the line, Ben’s eyes must’ve widened to about twice their normal size, an unintentional look of disgust crossing his features.

“Don’t hang up,” the familiar voice exclaimed urgently at his sudden silence. “Look, I know you probably don’t want to ‘ear from me an’ believe me, I don’ take any joy in 'avin’ to call you, but…”

Ben glanced over at Zoe with a small frown and then held up a finger and got up off the couch, quickly striding off into the kitchen.

“…I.. Kind 'f need to ask for a favour…”

There was a long silence that proceeded the question in which Ben was staring blankly ahead, his mouth slightly agape and one brow raised. Honestly, there was no one in the world he was less likely to lend a hand and yet here he was… Actually considering listening to his own brother’s request.

“Ben?”

He shook his head a little and blinked. “Uhhh, what is it?”

“Well, I sort of…” There was a short pause in which Felix gave a shaky sigh. “I’m sort of out of a home again.”

“Go stay at a hotel,” Ben replied dryly without a second thought.

“No, I mean, my house was taken out by a tsunami, Ben.”

At this, Ben just grew silent again, slowly sinking himself into a barstool at the centre island in the kitchen. He rest his elbow against the counter and his chin against his knuckles, chewing his lower lip uncomfortably.

“Don’t you have some mates… You could stay with… Or something…” he asked quietly after a long pause, still not a drop of sympathy in his tone.

“Well, no, not exactly, since, as you’ve so decently pointed out to me before, all 'f my mates are in prison.”

“Get yourself caught and stay in prison. That’s where you belong, anyway.”

“No, no. Don’t even play that. Are you really not gonna fuckin’ 'elp me?” Felix’s voice was a bit panicked now, shaky, almost on the verge of tears. God, he didn’t wanna start living on the streets again. Not again.

“Well, it’s sort of not my problem. I don’t need a drug dealer–”

“Ex-drug dealer, Benjamin… Ex.”

 "… with a reputation for conning innocent people and breaking out of jail living in my house,“ he hissed softly, glancing back toward the living room.

"Well, that’s a shame, cause I’m already outside your front door.”

A look of disbelief quickly washed over Ben’s features and he turned to peer out toward the front door, though he couldn’t see past the sitting room.

“'oo’s vehicle’s in your drive, anyway? 'nother one 'f y’ failed attempts at a relationship? Wonder if 'e’d answer the door…”

“Felix, I’m fucking warning you! Go find somebody else’s front porch step to sleep on.”

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell ringing echoed through the mansion, Sinatra jumping off the couching and barking obsessively as he ran to the door, small growls rumbling in the back of his throat.

“Y'know, it’s kind 'f cute. Listenin' t’ you beg for somethin’ other than sex,” Felix replied, his grin practically radiating through the phone before he hung up.

Zoe didn’t think twice when Ben got up to answer the phone. Business as always, she assumed. She watched his face discreetly. An eyebrow went up. Definitely not business. She’d learned not to inquire so much about Ben’s personal life. They’d been through too much together at this point. Knew so much. Cried together, experienced things together. Deep down, Zoe felt like Ben would be the person she’d just stay with. She was never the marrying type but she was better at monogamy than even she knew. She could see growing old with him. All her life she’d wanted to die early. Not age, die dramatically. Ben made her think differently.

She nodded once when he held up a finger and left the couch. She scooted herself to the edge and pretended to watch the television while she listened the best she could to Ben’s conversation. Right before she was going to stop listening, she heard Ben scream Felix’s name. Felix. From London, Felix. Ben’s brother Felix. A devilish smile crept across her face and she got up slowly. Oh this would be fun. She got up slowly and her head turned up when the doorbell rang. No way.

She walked over to where Ben stood and tried to hide the smirk. She’d talked to Ben about meeting Felix before but nothing more than that. Nothing like the truth, really. Nothing about how...well...they knew each other. She cleared her throat, trying to pretend she didn’t just hear everything or knew there was someone at the door.

“Sooo...what was that about?”

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PSA

My best friend/guy I’m in love with left this morning for a three week trip doing cool drum and musical stuff. I’ve been a crying mess all day because I spend literally 99.8% of my time with him and have separation anxiety.

BUT

All this means I can be on for the next few weeks!! I’d like to start small things probably since I haven’t been on in way too long. PLEASE shoot me an ask or a message if you’d like to get something going on here or over on my OC Zoe’s blog!

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[text]: Can’t sleep. You up?

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She turned back to look at him and gave him a smirk and a scoffed laugh. “Oh the king, eh?” She shook her head and took a hit from the spliff before holding it out to him. She blew the smoke out of the window and turned back to face him.

“So what’s got the king up at 2 in the morning?”

Smirking a little, he took the spliff from between her fingertips and took a hit off of it himself. “Just couldn’t sleep,” he responded with a shrug. “Overactive mind, I guess.” After taking another hit, he handed the spliff back to Zoe.

“Would ask what you’re doing up so late, but I think we’ve established that you’re always up past 2.”

“Yup, we definitely have.” She shrugged with a smile. “It’s the career. I don’t find time for sleep. Which is sad because I love sleep but..” she shrugged again. “Can’t afford it.”

“Overactive mind as in your ADD.” She smirked at him, taking another hit before blowing the smoke out the window. “Surprised pot doesn’t make you sleepy. Then again, the amount you smoke, you probably hardly get high anymore.” She offered the spliff to him again and sat down on a chair near her window. “And there’s the head rush from the tobacco.” She smiled brightly and closed her eyes. She hummed softly before opening them and looking over at him. “So what do you wanna go do? Too restless to just sit around in my apartment.”

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—where the f*ck is my lighter?

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Zoe had barely finished rolling a spliff when she heard Ben’s voice come from the entryway. She lifted her head to try and listen if he’d started walking toward her bedroom. She was too lazy to get up and greet him formally. She’d only let him in her apartment once or twice but she couldn’t care less at 2 o’clock in the morning. 

When she heard nothing, she sighed a bit. “In my room!” She called out to him and began lighting the spliff while going over and opening her window.

He heard her call to him from her room and stepped further inside. Closing the door behind, he went to her room and gave a light knock before letting himself inside.

“The king has arrived.”

She turned back to look at him and gave him a smirk and a scoffed laugh. “Oh the king, eh?” She shook her head and took a hit from the spliff before holding it out to him. She blew the smoke out of the window and turned back to face him.

“So what’s got the king up at 2 in the morning?”

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My favorite human. So fucking lucky to have him in my life.

Happy early Munday!

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{text}: When have we ever been polite to each other?

{text}: Never mind. Doors unlocked, come right up.

It took him a little over 20 minutes to get to her house; half because he tried to clean himself up and half because he was baked and still finishing a blunt when he texted Zoe. It was sort of his ritual to get high when he couldn’t sleep. Weed usually helped. However, lately it wasn’t doing much for him. He was overworked and what kept him up wasn’t the usual nightmares and misdirected focus, so the weed stopped helping. For now.

When he arrived, he let himself inside, poking his head past the door and looking around. “Zoe,” he called as he stepped inside. “It’s me.”

Zoe had barely finished rolling a spliff when she heard Ben’s voice come from the entryway. She lifted her head to try and listen if he’d started walking toward her bedroom. She was too lazy to get up and greet him formally. She’d only let him in her apartment once or twice but she couldn’t care less at 2 o’clock in the morning. 

When she heard nothing, she sighed a bit. “In my room!” She called out to him and began lighting the spliff while going over and opening her window.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald for the Signs

Aries: "The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame."

Taurus: "We’ll survive, you and I."

Gemini: "There were girls who would tear you apart with their lips."

Cancer: "Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born."

Leo: "I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything."

Virgo: "Whatever I am, you did it."

Libra: "Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses."

Scorpio: "The sadness of the past is with me always."

Sagittarius: "I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat."

Capricorn: "All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase— I love you."

Aquarius: "I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world."

Pisces: "She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness."

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{text}: Do you even know me?

{text}: Haven’t been to sleep yet.

{text}: Come over.

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[text]: Shut up. I was being polite.

[text]: Be there in 20.

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{text}: When have we ever been polite to each other?

{text}: Never mind. Doors unlocked, come right up.

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