#mun: caity

[lockwords]

Contd ( x )

There were certain days that Beatrice dedicated solely to herself– days which she spent sprawled out on her couch or curled up under a soft blanket, wearing the most comfortable and unflattering sweatpants, her usually pristine hair in a messy top knot, the glasses that she despised needing perched on the end of her nose as she watched trashy television with an open bag of whatever junk food she craved every other day. That was how she sat then, dark circles going uncovered as she watched the tv, the knock on her door startling her. Her friends knew better than to bother her so as she stood, she was already considering the verbal lashing she meant to deliver as she wrenched the door open.

“Harriet?”

“Hey Bea.” An uncertain smile was on her lips when she looked at her sister who she hadn’t seen in years. Not in person atleast, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from sometimes looking at what she posted on social media, that being the only way she could feel like she existed. Because with time passing memories seemed to feel more vague every time. “I.. you were trying to find me.” she mumbled, unsure what to be telling her. “So I.. came, to see you.” @tveitxwrites​

[lockwords]

Contd ( x )

Beck crossed his arms tightly over his chest, “Don’t be ridiculous,” he replied irritably. He was sure that Shreya’s skill in business was perfectly fine, after all, he had been hearing great things about Holi Tandoori. “You can’t possibly have every table booked every day! There must be some cancellation or wiggle room to fit me in,” his arms dropped as he gestured, his frustration apparent. “I’m the father of your child. Surely that should be reason enough.”

His irritation only made her elated but she refused to show it, instead simply looking at him with a raised brow. “What can I say, nobody wants to cancel. I can fit you in around March.” She couldn’t help but smirk as she spoke despite her attempt to look serious. “Father of my child?” she laughed. “Well congrats for knocking me up, Beck, but that reason doesn’t cut it.” she said starting to feel even more amused at how she was able to easily get under his skin. @tveitxwrites​ 

[blossomedhoney]

closed starter for @tveitxrps​ muses: evan & augustus. 

And just like that, they were dead. The floors splattered in blood & sweat, a mixture of Evan’s families and their own, a TERRIFYING sight to any that might’ve walked in. Fortunately for Evan, however, that wouldn’t happen. Before anyone had a chance to find them, they stumbled out of the manor and dragged their feet along the cobbled pavement that led out. The fresh air normally bringing a sense of tranquility to the brunette upon leaving the house, did nothing. Evan was numb to the events, to the emotions, they ought to be feeling. Whether or not they should’ve had tears of joy trickling down their face or fear was beyond comprehension. Instead, they stalked off, unsure of where their feet were taking them.

But eventually, Evan found themselves walking up the steps of an all too familiar home ( if one would even call it that ) and near collapsing into the door as they stumbled against the last step. Evan was far from their usual poised and perfect self, instead covered in tattered clothing and bloodstains, hair disheveled. Still, what they had just done had yet to hit them and despite the desperation found in their eyes, the rest of them was numb.