#bethshq

[sydashworth]

[ DEFEND ] : your muse intervenes between my muse and a source of unwanted attention. (i'm curious to see what scenario you think up!)

Small Flash forward cause why not

Sydney may have been just a smidge off her ass from drinking, which in itself was a rather strange thing. She didn’t just go get drunk for the hell of it..like ever. To be fair though anyone in her position would probably give it more than a second thought if they were in her shoes. To start the day off she learned of some, well, not so fantastic news about her husband, and then had to go into work as if nothing was wrong. As if all was well in the world of Sydney Ashworth. The cherry on top though? Ending the day with a loss. All of these emotions bubbled up inside her small frame, threatening to consume her at every turn. It was those very emotions that had Sydney walking to the only place she could literally drown her tears at. The bar. At some point during the night she found herself texting Beth, the whole thing would be a blurr in the morning, she hadn’t wanted to text Mila because she was pregnant; even drunk Sydney was worried about everyone else. Why Beth though? Maybe it was just that Sydney saw a lot of herself in the young blonde, or maybe she just felt like she could count on her. 

The whole following scenario would be all a fog in the morning...a person pushing unwanted attention towards Sydney..Sydney being too nice to truly shut down their advances, and then Beth. Beautiful, beautiful Beth swooping in like a blonde goddess protecting Sydney from the person. Why was Beth even here? Next thing Syd knew, she was being scooped off the chair and outside, the cold air shocking her out of her stupor long enough for her to whimper, “Did you know?” Tears quickly filled her eyes, “Do you know what they did?” She couldn’t hear Beth’s answer whatever it might’ve been, “Jon wouldn’t have done this to me...Jon wouldn’t,” she choked out a sob, “He wouldn’t have.” It was the first time she had spoken his name aloud in years, “What did I do wrong?” Shhhh...Shhhh. The soothing noises soon calmed the broken girl enough for her to slip into a slumber, tears still staining her face, and tomorrow this would all be a not so distant nightmare.

[brookeashwrth]

“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”

“i’m not hurt, beth... i’m just,” she shrugged with a raise of her shoulders. with whatever pain killers her dance teacher had given her she happened to be pretty loopy. after landing hard onto her ankle after a dance move, her teacher had called home and luckily the only one around was beth. “can we just go to emergancy, i just want to get it looked at and go home.” / @bethshq

[sloanemlx]

“ i just want to help. ”

“Are you sure you want to spend your time back here? You’re still young, you will have all the time in the world to help serve people when you’re older, trust me.” She glanced around, making sure no one else but Beth was watching, then swiped a snack from the trays and popped it in her mouth. Rearranging, to cover the missing piece, she wiped her hands on the towel once she was done. “You can help me out by going out there and being a young adult. Shoot, have a drink, I won’t tell.” Sloane gave her a small smile, “Thank you, Beth really, but I have it handled here. If it’s really boring out there, you can come back and we’ll find something for you, okay?”

[cnthelane]

“I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.” - for Piper!

“You’re home!” Piper exclaimed happily, her arms immediately pulling Beth into a tight hug. When the Ashworths had moved onto Wisteria Lane twelve years before, it had almost felt as if it was meant to be. She’d found a friend in Emily, and six years after Peyton’s birth she’d still yet to come to terms with the fact she would only ever have one baby. Enter two little girls who were welcome in the Rhodes house anytime, that pain turned to a dull ache that only crept up from time to time when she remember her own somewhat lonely childhood. She pulled back from the hug, smiling as she looked at the oldest Ashworth daughter. She’d been fully prepared to demand to get a look at her before she spotted the hint of pity in her eyes. Of course. This was the first time they’d seen each other since the divorce. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” She teased, forcing her grin to withstand, “Come on, tell me all about your college adventures. I want to feel twenty again.”