#ᴸᶤᶠᵉ ⁻ ;;ᴬˢ ᴵᶠ ᵀᵒ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᴬ ˢᶜʳᶤᵖᵗ

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@hoboandcrew asked; [Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice] (from jughead ♡)

Betty could virtually taste the dread that blanked the frigid night air. Screams danced through the massive pines like a haunting symphony in the distance. Pandemonium had broken out all around them, feet tromping into the twilight of the forest, leaving the pair of them encapsulated in shadow. Plumes of chilly gusts flutter past rosy petals, a gentle tremble taking over her frame; though she wasn't certain if it was from the unforgiving cold or the whisper of fear that snaked the length of her spine.

A loud snapping of twigs propels her to whip her head to the side, her body creeping closer to the male. "Did you hear that?"

It's at that moment in which she feels a soothing warmth working its way up her arm. Glistening orbs flicker downwards, her breath catching in the base of her throat. Fingers entangled securely; the source of calming comfort. The sensation leaves the pit of her stomach buzzing. When had this happened? How…? Questions she didn't need the answer to.

Hues lift to find his, peering through darkness into azure pools. "W-What are we going to do, Jug?" Her grasp tightened, a silent plea for him to remain attached to her.

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@insomniiatic asked; “Are you happy?” (from Sweet Pea)

Such a simple inquiry, yet it sets her entire frame on edge. Glistening hues flicker downward to take in the shiny flats that cover her feet, toes wiggling within their confinement as if the motion would shed clarity on the whirlwind of emotions currently devouring the pit of her stomach. It indeed was quite the loaded query, one she wasn't certain she could give an authentic response to. The tip of her tongue snakes out to wet her pink lips, another attempt at remaining perfectly composed. The corner of her mouth twitches upwards into a superficial smile, a gentle nod of her head following as she peeps up at the towering male through thick golden lashes.

"Absolutely." The fib leaves a vile taste trickling down her throat. Yet, the ponytail-sporting blonde remains poised, offering up another grin, despite the voice within the safe confinements of her sanity, beseeching and demanding she divulge her true sentiments.

"And you? Are you happy?" It was only fair to return the favor of being struck with an unsolicited question.