#gc:carter

[livia-lawson]

@deafxdefying

Drumming her fingers on the bar, she couldn’t help but wonder just how long the bartender was going to take with her drink. Her only aim of the night had been to forget Carter and she was several tequilas into doing that so when an attractive blonde guy had approached her, Livia had been more than happy to give him a smile and continue talking to him. Except it had all gone downhill pretty fast after that. Instead of reveling in the fact she was getting attention from someone new, all her alcohol fueled mind had been able to process was how much of this guy was wrong.

The eyes were off. His hair was not only the wrong colour but the wrong length. While he had roughly the right height he lacked the build. On and on her thoughts went picking the poor guy apart. When her drink finally arrived she snatched it up, not taking in at all the fact he’d gotten her a vodka and coke when she only ever drank shots. After taking a long drink, she angled herself to face him a little more, trying to get herself to feel something as his hand rested on her waist. Just as he leaned in, one of her favourite songs came on and she lept unsteadily to her feet as her new companion quickly got up to help her, hands everywhere.

[livia-lawson]

@deafxdefying

After reading his interview, she knew that she couldn’t maintain her self imposed isolation any longer. She’d allowed herself be selfish in her solitude since her own was published but now Livia had someone else to care about, it just didn’t sit right with her to let him go through it alone. It was with that thinking, takeout in hand, that she let herself into his apartment. Cadence’s ears pricked up when she entered but all Livia could do was stand there. He was drinking, that alone worried her. Was there anything she could say? “Carter?” Though she knew her voice would literally fall on deaf ears, she couldn’t bear to stand there in silence for a moment longer. 

[livia-lawson]

@deafxdefying

They’d spent the day drifting from shop to shop, rather unnervingly at ease in each others company. She supposed it wasn’t a bad thing just still a new thing and Livia had yet to decide what to do about it all. A movement Carter caught her attention from where it had drifted to her musings and instantly her gaze was transfixed at him. Only this time, as he held up an item of clothing for her opinion as he’d already done several times that day, she burst out laugh at his choice. With one hand covering her mouth she tried to control herself, making sure to move her hand away before she spoke. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” In spite of her efforts, she was sure that her laughter contaminated what she was trying to get across  so after taking a deep breath she tried again, opting for a more serious expression. “It’s fine, it’s honestly fine.” But she couldn’t hold the act, her grin spreading across her face once more and after clearing he throat she shrugged as a smirk took over her features. “Well, if you don’t mind looking like you borrowed a baby boomer’s sweater.”