#ship;feau

[newtonskeeper]

📜 - beau

Teacher: Your child was in a fight. Feyre: Oh no, that’s terrible! Beau: Did they win? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beau: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask why. Feyre: Only if you also don't ask why Feyre: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Beau: Feyre: Beau: This one is fine. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Feyre: Violence isn't the answer. Beau: You’re right. Feyre: *sighs in relief* Beau: Violence is the question. Feyre: What? Beau, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Feyre, running after them: NO-

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feyre: You believe me? Beau: Feyre, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------Feyre, jumping out of Beau's closet: BOO! Beau: Feyre: Beau: Feyre: *makes a sad face* Beau: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

[newtonskeeper]

Cannon

@pctentialbreakupsong

[newtonskeeper]

“God I miss you . . .You beautiful man.”

[newtonskeeper]

✉

(text)I really hope you miss me like I miss you. I feel like i'm going crazy. :( (text)You being here and then gone feels like everything was just a really nice dream and then I woke up. I hate this. (text)The group took me out for my Birthday. Watching them all together just made it hurt more that you weren't here. (text)I miss you. :( (text)I miss you! :)

[newtonskeeper]

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

You'd figure she would have been used to it by now. Not only was Beau hugely successful in his career but there was no ignoring just how painfully handsome he was. In her own perfect world she would be the only one that took notice. However, here in the real world everyone was well aware. Now Feyre had never been good at catching on to most subtly flirting she was very aware of the unabashed way the woman interviewer clutched at Beaus knee, arm and thigh at any chance she could during the interview. It wasn't long before Feyres body began to tremble with frustration, her face bright red, and her fingers flexing and gripping painfully against the hem of her dress.

The moment the two stood to part ways and the woman actually reached to brush his hair from his face Feyre couldnt take any more of it.

She marched towards the standing pair her arms at her sides and her gaze on the ground. The small brunette stepped between the two and immediately turned towards Beau, her forehead coming to rest against his chest as her eyes kept contact with the ground. "I need- to go out side. Can we please go outside?"