#From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth
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Beth had been taken by surprise when the invitation had come amongst other bits of mail that sheâd allowed to pile up until she could spare a moment for them. Most of it was junk, completely wasteful and ruinous to the planet and they went into the recycling bin almost immediately. Her personal bills were handled through her financial manager, and those that were shared responsibilities... well, she was certain that Zarek had long ago handled them in the most expedient of ways. Sheâd convinced herself twelve times over to ignore the hand-written bit of card-stock. A hundred excuses. Finally in the face of encouragement not to, she went. And then every reason comes flooding back even before sheâs taken more than a few steps into the room.
He stands out amongst everyone else, some kind of glow or pull that is inexplicable and her stomach feels like itâs on a downward slope of a roller-coaster. And he doesnât seem happy at all to see her there. So she avoids him for most of the gala. Finds groups of people to act as anemone to camouflage her little clown-fish self. And that lasts well into the evening, until she decides she can have a single glass of champagne. And then worlds collide.
And it feels like her whole chest is a sucking wound because she canât breathe. Then the words come tumbling out to try to make room. But even then it hurts. She doesnât ask Tabby about him, she doesnât ask Andy either. She canât let herself think about him at all. And what he says only deepens that ache. Fills her eyes until sheâs forced to blink them away.
âI...uh.â
Not even two full words before sheâs tripping over her tongue.
âAs do I. And Iâve missed you. But... After everything, it...it didnât seem like a good idea to see you again. And I canât say that I think itâs any different now.â
Because a part of her still loves Garrett. And for Beth, sometimes itâs hard to say exactly how or why, to explain it as the pure thing it is without direction or conditions. And that means that the feeling will not leave, will not diminish over time.Â
But now thereâs a shadow over it, too. And she doesnât know how to fix it or make it go away. The only thing she can do is ignore everything, change the subject.
âUhm. Did...did you ever see your doctor?â  Â
#Mahalo!Kit <333#Stubborness Ingrained|Garrett Knight#From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth#A Little South of Heaven#Brooklyn Stories|New York
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FTWD 4x16: Analysis
So, who watched the finale of FTWD? I really liked it, even though it ended differently than I thought it would. But Iâll get to that in a minute. Letâs get to all the awesome parallels and symbols.
***As always, spoilers abound for FTWD 4x16. Donât read until youâve watched!***
So, we had Al escape the hospital at the beginning. I first want to say that it struck me as a possible parallel to how Madison survived. All was surrounded by a horde of walkers, coming at her from all sides, and she just kept looking around until she found a means of escape. In this case, a gated alley. I was just thinking that there were tons of chairs, doors, passages, and steps in that stadium, so something very similar could have happened with Madison.
Beyond that, Al left the HOSPITAL in a POLICE CRUISER. Really? Once again, the parallels are so close, itâs ridiculous. Remember that Emily was seen driving a police cruiser (one of the Grady cop cars) out of the hospital. Thatâs part of the footage they shot in S5 that weâve never seen. So weâre relative sure that when she leaves Grady for good, it will be in a police car. Now we have Al doing the same here. Iâll leave analysis of the squad carâs license plate for @wdway, whoâs the master at that.
In the opening credits, we see a lot of water and what I thought was a hospital in the background. By the end of the episode, we realize itâs not the hospital. Itâs the denim factory where theyâre setting up shop.
The group finds Alâoh, sheâd passed out from being hit in the head, btwâand are deciding to get on the road to Virginia the next day.Â
When Al woke up, they even did a close up shot of her eyes fluttering open, just like they did with Beth at Grady.Â
They actually use the phrase, âwe hit the road at dawn.â (New Dawn Theory).
Morgan decides he wants to go find Martha and try to save her. He promises heâll meet them at Alexandria, but John says theyâll wait for him at the truck stop, and Morgan says heâll be there. I made note of these statements because theyâre dialogue foreshadows. Morgan promised he would get back to the truck stopâŠand he did. Dialogue foreshadow fulfilled. Because of that, itâs also very important that they first talked about meeting in Alexandria. They could have just left that bit out and decided to meet at the truck stop, you know? Iâll come back to that.
I loved when John said to June, âIt doesnât take a whole day to recognize sunshine.â Not only was it sweet and romantic, the sun is definitely a Bethyl theme. They said on TTD that Garrett Dillihunt actually wrote/improvised the line. When they said that, the entire audience âawwwwed.â
Then comes the next major round of parallels. He finds Jim in the back seat of the police cruiser.Â
Think about that. Jim is a dude who died back at the hospital, but of course reanimated as a walker. Then Morgan finds him in the back of a Grady-like police car. Thatâs pretty much what Iâve ALWAYS thought happened with Beth: that Morgan found her and took her back to Grady. To extend the metaphor, he finds an injured Martha and takes her (or starts to) take her to where she can get medical treatment.
Then we have the antifreeze stuff at the truck stop. This was GREAT! I still havenât done a coolant post, though I reblogged @frangipaniloveâs post that talks about it.
So the antifreeze first caught my eye. Then we find out that Martha put antifreeze in the water, poisoning them. (I talked a little about the poisoned water theme HERE.) And THEN it turns out that the antidote for the antifreeze poisoning is ethanol, or just an alcoholic beverage. Guys, this is a perfect example of the Daryl = Fire, Beth = Water theme. The coolant represents water, and the thing that levels out its negative affects is alcohol. Which burns. Which Beth and Daryl used to burn the moonshine shack. I love it!
Martha purposely gets herself bitten so that Morgan canât save her. Yeah, that woman is crazy. He ends up handcuffing her to the car so that when she turns, she canât go off and bite people. That caught my eye at first because cuffing her by one hand is a parallel to Merle in S1 on the rooftop, as well as to the empty handcuff Daryl found in S8.
Then, when Morgan goes back after rescuing the others, he finds that her arm has ripped off. Can we all say Merle? Okay, he purposely cut his arm off because he was trying to stay alive, where she died and her arm got ripped off because she was a walker, but still. The parallel is there.
We see Morgan on a bridge briefly. He gets Jimâs Augieâs Ale truck and saves the day. I thought that was interesting because Jim saved them twice. Even though he died, and wasnât on the show long, he had a huge impact on the plot.
Near the end, Luciana says, âI get it.â Beth line.
We also saw Morgan go into the bathroom to wash Marthaâs words off his forehead. They talked on TTD about how it was symbolic of him finally becoming âunstuckâ from his way of thinking. Heâs finally free of his psychological barriers and can move forward in a positive way.Â
I think that works well with the bathroom/toilet paper theory because the bathroom stuff often has to do with escaping prisons. This was just a psychological, rather than physical prison.
Martha is buried. Once again, everyone gets a burial except Beth.
Morgan did find his way back to people, so as I talked about before, that dialogue foreshadow (which came from Rick, btw) came true.
In terms of the plot, they didnât head to VA at the end. Rather, they decide to stay and set up shop where they are.Â
Now, that does explain the fact that theyâve already green-lighted a 5th season. And I almost seems like maybe Morgan wonât go back to Alexandria, but I think he will. Eventually. Remember what I said earlier about how they talked about meeting in Alexandria. I think that was a foreshadow and it just may take a few seasons to actually happen. I did enjoy this episode, though. It ended on a hopeful not.
TTD was kind of interesting.Â
I donât have a lot to say in terms of the episode of specifically TD stuff, but there were still some interesting things.
First, Gimple clarified his job. He said a lot of people think he lost his job, and thatâs definitely true (that people think that, I mean). I canât tell you how many people were happy he was âfiredâ and claimed AMC got rid of him because he killed off Carl, lol. Itâs an absurd claim anyway, but they simply wouldnât listen to reason. So Iâm glad Gimple clarified that he actually has been promoted. He works on both shows and also other aspects of the TWD universe.
Plus, he teased that something else big is coming soon. Hmm.
The only other thing I found interesting was that he was talking about how they (the writers) are purposely vague when theyâre on TTD and when they give interviews and such. He made the joke that heâd just heard the FTWD show runner be very vague and was so proud of him, lol. (Btw, the thing he was vague about was whether or not weâll see more of Alâs interview tapes, so obviously we will.) But the point is that he admitted they have to be as vague as possible and they strive to do that so they arenât giving anything away, even though they know absolutely everything thatâs coming.
Just saying. ;D
I think thatâs all I have. Anyone see anything I missed? Canât wait for the TWD premiere next week! Â
#beth greene#beth greene lives#beth is alive#beth is coming#td theory#td theorie#team delusional#team defiance#beth is almost here#bethyl
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At the tilt of his head, the tip of her nose grazes the soft spot just behind his chin point, the soft shadow of stubble there. She plucks at his arm, wraps it around her waist to let it rest heavy there. She could draw the covers up around them but is too pleased with the spot sheâs winnowed out for herself, not unlike a cat snoozing in a shaft of sunlight. Maybe it was the wine, or the soft music playing in the background, the company keeping her, or perhaps its all of the above. She delights over his answers, of course, but thereâs more too them, and she canât help but to pry into the details that he keeps to himself. âThe living room. This one? Right here? Ooooh. Scandalous. Who with? Someone I know? Tabby mebbe?â A brow rises though at the rest. âNine? Wow. Now I feel like a very very old maid. Positively ancient. Did you start it, or was it some lil girl who had a huge crush on ya? Bet youâre used tâ that.â She doesnât bring up the hot tub or his lack of clothing in it, that almost too closely skirts around information she shouldnât really have. âOh yes, youâre doing wonders for academic research. But I just need more details.â
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The answers come rapid fire, if a little drawled and the yawn tells her heâs tired. That she should probably have the grace to let him go to bed, even if sheâs reluctant to give up his warmth, the feel of him behind and around her. Slowly she peels herself off him as she considers his answers. And all of the follow up questions that come with that. A tiny part of her wonders if heâs commando right now and maybe a bit of colour splashes across her cheeks. She gets as far as the opposite side of the couch, where thereâs a pillow and bedding because Garret was generous enough not wanting her to try driving back to the apartment so late.
The glance she offered him would have condemned lesser men, itâs half lidded and smokey and the kind of shyness that speaks of a innate innocence despite the topic.
âNo, not for science. Itâs all....personal. But...uh...I guess I should let you go to bed.â
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âWell, yeah, I mean. Change the fact that you wouldnât hurt any more. That you wouldnât get that look on your face every time you take your shirt off, maybe. But I was just more curious, how you would see yourself. Maybe. I...I dunno.â And she really doesnât. She just knows how much he hates not being able to do the things he loves, and how it all looks, and peopleâs reactions to it. She knows that if she could no longer surf, if she could no longer practice medicine the way she does, she would be a complete mess, so completely lost she wouldnât know what to do with herself. So every ounce of her empathises with Garrett, and loves the man he is even after literally coming through the fire. Most people she knows arenât so strong, so generous. She shifts behind him and now her thumbs are working at the knots of tension along the back of his neck. Thereâs something soothing to her about the steady pressure and the motions, the feel of skin on skin that is just as therapeutic for patient as it is for practitioner. At least she hopes so; Garrett hasnât complained yet.
She canât help but arch a brow when he brings up the surgeon. She hadnât heard about this before, though she can absolutely understand why he might not want to mention it yet. The superstition of âjust in caseâ. But at the same time... the bottom falls out of her stomach. A surgeon, no matter how gifted, could potentially do so much more damage than they realise. The potential risks of complication is abjectly terrifying to her.
âUhm,â so much fear in one small partial sound. âI. I mean thatâs wonderful and all...â
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Sheâs in his apartment when he finally gets home. Lounged on his couch in her pyjamas and eating what looks like a bowl of yogurt and granola cereal, with sea-turtle slippers peeking over the arm of the couch. There is no explanation why this should be or why she happened to be the tiniest breaking and entering expert in the history of ever.
âYouâre mission, Mistah Marine, anâ ya really got no choice... is tâ A: come netflick anâ chill wiâ me, or B: put on one ya not so fancy suit anâ go out...or C: letâs ditch it all anâ drive upstate until we nearly run out of gas anâ den make a go of whaâever small village we find closest by.â
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G-man and Beth
A Soundtrack | Accepting { @tabbyrp, who also asked for this}
opening credits: Space Oddity | Smashing Pumpkins meeting for the first time: Pinch Me | Bare Naked Ladies hey, i kinda like you: There She Goes | Six Pence None The Richer iâm going to kiss you now: Us | James Bay falling in love: The Way That I Love You |Â Passenger your place or mine: Dreams | The Cranberries naked in bed: I Wasnât Expecting That | Jamie Lawson first fight: Pieces | Rob Thomas maybe we should take a break: With or Without You | U2 i want you back: This Yearâs Love | David Grey will you marry me:Â Stand By Me | Skylar Grey weâre getting older: Nothingâs Real But Love | Rebecca Ferguson if you die iâll go with you: Nobody Knows | The Lumineers end credits:Â Drops of Jupiter | Train
#Mahalo!love <333#Stubbornness Ingrained|Garrett Knight#From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth#New York Serenade#An Au very far distanced from A Little South of Heaven#{{Don't hurt him Z...this is your mun's fault}}#multi-mused
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âNow, donât get me wrong, nevah gonna say one bad word aboutâ Hawaiâian Jesus, but... I dunno. Jason is hella awesome, anâ Iâm so happy to see a Poly superhero but...â She glances astray because....the joke..was lost on him. âWas uh...kinda a joke about... ya know. Your....â
She blushes and waves her hand, half laughing at herself in embarrassment. âYa know? Nevah mind.â
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â - What are three things you would like to instill into Styxx? What is one thing you hope that he gets from his father?
X Marks The Spot || Accepting {{9 of 10 remaining}} Thereâs nothing that Beth is so enchanted by these days as when her son is asleep in her arms. One slender arm is wrapped around him, the other hand laying gently over his hip, holding him securely as she ponders Garrettâs question. Things she hasnât thought about in more than an abstract way, but that seem very important in the moment. She smiles down fondly at the boy and moves ever so carefully to stroke the mess of black curls covering his scalp. Darker than her own, almost the same shade as his fatherâs, soft. Itâs too early to tell how many physical features heâs inherited from which parent, though in the near year since heâd been born, his eyes havenât changed colour, so deep they almost match Zarekâs but not quite.
She glances up and smiles slowly, speaking in that same soft tone sheâs always had, though itâs a touch misty, thickened by emotion. âEveryone says they want their children to be successful, and happy, but those one of those usually comes at the expense of the other. So I guess my hope is to be able to give him a sense of honour. Loyalty. But most of all...hope. I would also want him to know that no matter what happens, what choices he makes, where his life takes him, he will always have love and support from us. That he can come home if he needs to, that we will always be there for him.â
And that is maybe truer than Garrett can ever know. Beth also doesnât know if heâs destined to Awaken like her, or if heâll carry his fatherâs legacy of the divine, or maybe some strange combination of both as yet unseen. As for what Styxx could inherit from Zarek, the question is hard. There are so very many things that Beth admires about her husband both physically and otherwise and thereâs also very many things that she hopes gets tempered in their son. She takes a moment to shift the sleeping baby a little for both their comfort, and one little hand curls around a stray lock of her hair, forming a tiny fist which she then arches her neck to bend down and kiss.
When she looks up, she bites the inside corner of her lip, a thing sheâs never grown out of. Eventually though that turns into a smile, before her teeth let go. âHis resilience. My husbandâs strength lies in so many places, not all of which are in his arms or hands. He has survived so many ups and downs in his life, and continues to be able to carry on despite the set backs and the challenges,â and the terrible things his family seems intent on making him suffer. His grandfatherâs contempt, his fatherâs murderous jealousy, his...
âAnd even though those things have sometimes hardened him to the gentle things of the world, he strives to overcome them. And if I wanted Styxx to have anything, it would be that. The ability to always get back up from whatever fall heâs taken, and keep going.â This has become perhaps a bit too serious and so she giggles a little. âOf course any other of his fatherâs charms wouldnât hurt either. I mean. This kid is going to leave an ocean of broken hearts in his wake. or his Uncleâs too.â She fixes Garrett with a pointed look. âSpeaking of, Uncle, do you have any plans on teaching him something specific?â
#multi-mused#Stubbornness Ingrained|Garrett Knight#From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth#A Little South of Heaven#Brooklyn Stories|New York Serenade#Ft. Styxx Morrians
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{Text: Pretty} This is my face. I hope you remember it. And how I am looking at you right now.
{Text: Pretty} ~insert 14745.jpg~
{Text: Pretty} Why, you ask? {Text: Pretty} because we canât be friends any more. {Text: Pretty} âDear Garrett, I am a 22 year old COED at NYU. I am studying for a dual MBA/MFA. Iâm from California and Iâm blonde. My measurements are 36-25-36 and I used to be a gymnast.â {Text: Pretty} That is all I am comfortable typing because I canât say the rest outloud to Z when weâre alone, much less put it in print. {Text: Pretty} Plus she included:
{Text: Pretty} ~insert 14746.jpg~ I think they are supposed to be underwear. But not sure...how.
{Text: Pretty} Why do I have an entire box from the post office filled with things like this?!
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Ship meme: Beth and G.
All Hands || Accepting
who wakes up first in the morningShe wakes up to the smell of coffee brewing. The faintest whiff of cologne competes with the sound of freshly pressed linen. A fraction of a moment carved out of the heart of time that lingers between the still warm hands of sleep clinging to her skin and the taste of wine still lingering on her lips from the night before. This moment is weightless and without thought. Itâs the one and only quiet moment of peace before reality comes crashing through. And part of her feels sad because sheâs absolutely sure Garrett doesnât have them.She senses his presence before she even opens her eyes, and he trails his fingers through her hair. The grin that comes in the wake of the gesture assures him that he hadnât awakened her. âI took the liberty of ordering breakfast for you. Sasha or Mike will bring it up when it gets here. Iâve got meetings straight through til noon, an appointment with my PT, and Iâm going to check on one of the guys thatâs been missing meetings. Should be back before five, if your still here. We can grab dinner. If not, just lock up, okay?âShe makes an unintelligible sound.âYeah, right back at you, Beth.â
whoâs the first to fall asleep at nightDinner was casual, and uncharacteristic. Pizza for him and a large Greek salad for her because he doesnât think one slice with nothing but cheese is good or healthy for her. She can stand to put a little meat on her bones, and he half wonders if maybe her husband doesnât worry the way he does that heâll blink and sheâll wither away. Of course she only laughs and pushes at his shoulder and he grins around the slice heâs biting at. Eventually he starts stealing things from her bowl; a tomato here. A chunk of feta there. A sliver of red onion to go with the sausage and pepperoni. Doesnât say a word when she snags a piece of the next slice, examining the thin red circle of meat like it belonged in one of her petri dishes.It isnât til hours later, well after theyâve finished and watch an old black and white movie on television that heâs laying on his side, head in her lap, small fingers carding through his hair that he asks.âWhen did you start hating meat?âSheâs quiet for a long time. And heâs fighting to keep his eyes open.âOne time, the Admiral was having a dinner party. Very formal kind of affair and I was sitting there at the table in a little white dress, blue ribbon around the waist, tights, white patent leather shoes, the whole works. We were served something that was breaded and covered in sauce and cheese and I didnât know what it was. My brother told me it was veal. I still didnât know what it was. I was three bits in and feeling a little queasy and then he leaned over and explained what veal was. I asked the Admiral if I could be excused and he refused. Ended up getting sick at the table. Kinda was put off meat from that moment on.âGarrett manages to fall asleep with the image of a very much smaller Beth in that dress stuck in his head and misses the rest of her story. And maybe thatâs for the best really.
what they playfully tease each other overâOh, big scary Marine! Getting his backside kicked by a boy only half his size. Câmon. You can do better!âSheâs talking trash but sheâs keeping a careful eye on him. The wrong move and...and she doesnât want to think about it. Thereâs sweat darkening the grey muscle shirt as he bounces the ball, grips it between his fingertips and goes to fake the kid out. Santos falls for it and watches the ball sail upward in an arc, and through the hoop, net swishing. âCheater!â the kid smirks and trots back.âNot cheating, you just werenât paying attention. Just because your opponent is bigger than you doesnât mean you canât outpace him if you watch carefully. Isnât that right, Beth?âShe glances up from her knitting needles in time to catch a dark and sultry look. Suddenly heâs not talking about basketball any more. The blush and speechlessness give him his answer.Thankfully, the teenager misses the subtext.
what they do when the otherâs having a bad dayShe can see it in his face before he even fully makes it in through her clinic doors and both jaw and stomach tighten. She doesnât smell infection from the drainage hole sheâs left open but she still doesnât like it. Without a word she takes him by the hand and leads him back into one of the exam wounds.âYou came...all the way down here, just to have me look at this?ââI trust you.ââGarrett-ââWhat? I needed to get out of the city for a while. My backâs been killing me, this-ââLooks infected.ââThat too. And I just...Look, if you donât want to treat it, Iâm sure I can find another doc in town, but I thought it might be nice to see you, check in on my nephew. Maybe stay for Mardi Gras.âThey stand maybe too close, one looking down and the other looking up. Itâs more than wounds old and newer, that much she can see on his face. It the lines around his mouth, the bags under his eyes. She puts a hand on his hip, walks him toward the exam table. As she pulls on her gloves and he takes his shirt off. âSo, what exactly happened?â she asks, tenderly probing the front of his shoulder.âCharlotte came by the office....â
how they say âiâm sorryâ after argumentsâI waited!ââDonât you think youâre taking this a little...hard? I mean itâs not like Iâm not calling now.ââI donât care! YOU promised, G. YOU PROMISED.âHe doesnât know how such a small person can be so loud but he holds the cell away from his ear but sheâs on a tear. He can only assume that her husband is out of the house or has gone deaf by now, and all itâs really doing is giving Garrett a headache. He waits until he canât hear her any more and sighs. âI said I was sorry, it just slipped my mind. And I figured youâd understand.âYep, understood enough to have hung up on his call. A thumb and forefinger come up to the bridge of his nose and pinch it tightly. Four breaths later, heâs calling his new PA. Heâll scour the City for lei flower...which he learned was also called plumeria. Maybe wax flower, maybe hibiscus. Orchids too, hot house grown if need be. Pay to have them shipped out overnight. G doesnât often express himself in words, but he knows how to apologise through flowers.Itâll be weeks before she has the courtesy to apologise for herself. He doesnât hold his breath, waiting.
which oneâs more ticklishâ...I can explain.âOne hand is down on the ground beside Bethâs head. The other is slowing having assaulted the no-manâs-land between the bottom of her ribs and the flare of her hip. Her legs are scissored around the tops of his thighs. Their hair is a mess. Thereâs sweat gathered along his spine and in the hollow of her chest. Both his dark eyes and Bethâs stare up out of red faces as Riley slowly begins to fold his arms across his chest, his mouth twisted into a murderous grimace.âIâm waiting.âThereâs a moment where Beth throws him under the bus and says nothing.âSheâs....ticklish.âRiley shakes his head and starts to saunter toward the hot mess on Garrettâs floor.
their favourite rainy day activitiesGarrettâs watching a documentary that she is only half aware of, slouched on his end of the couch. A cup of coffee within reach, a little too Irish for her taste but itâs warm and chases feelings away. Her feet are in his lap because the cradle of his thighs are warm, and itâs touching without having to be any closer and sheâs drowsily knitting something whoâs pattern isnât quite clear yet.Itâs only a moment later that her hands still and her eyes widen and she becomes transfixed on the screen; not anything that was said because most of what they are saying is too fast and drownt out. No, itâs the image of the blue-painted plane, with beautiful wings.âWhaâ...is...dat?â The whisper is full of wonder and she forgets English to a point.Garrett half smiles and glances over at her even if she canât see him at all. âThe F4U Corsair. One of the best Marine fighter planes in its day. Mostly used in the Pacific Theatre in and around the Solomons during World War Two. Beautiful isnât she? This is about the VMF-214 unit. A.k.a the Black Sheep Squadron. Their commander, Greg Boyington used to choose the worst repaired Corsair so that his men wouldnât have to chance it.âGarrett misses entirely the look she gives him.
how they surprise each otherThe ambushes become less tactical. Ever since the day she had introduced him to Tabby, she doesnât jump him any more. Doesnât really even intrude on his day to day affairs the way she used to. Instead, she has a new bottle of wine couriered over. Or a book she thinks heâll find interesting. Emails him mp3s of some new Jazz band she found in the Quarter, or Indie sensation out of the Bronx.Month by month, she gets statements about how the group Garrett and Chester head up contributes to the clinicâs taxes and up-keep. Between them and Zarek, sheâs finally operating in the black. Able to branch out a little, offer different services to the growing community.But the biggest surprise was when she was shutting down her second clinic, the one here at home, having assured Z she could make it back to the cabin without worrying about the rain. She might be cut off from one of her Spheres, but she still had complete command of the others.She went room by room in the old house, turning off lights and checking windows. She was in the foyer gathering up her scarf when the glass of the door took on a human shaped shadow as the lightning struck. She started to open it, a sweet smile on her face. âI told you, Kealoha, I could-oh. G. What...what are you doing here?ââI wanted coffee.ââIn...Nâorleans?ââYeah. I hear they make it with chicory.â
their most sickening shows of public affectionHe slants a look over her shoulder that says this is not a good idea. It says heâs not sure heâs willing or ready for it.She grins. Itâs just a tango. And just because her husband is watching, doesnât really mean Garrettâs actually going to loose a limb.Itâs for a good cause, after all.And while the midnight gaze behind her might put the willies in his water, it makes her feel like the most feminine and delicately priceless thing in the room.
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1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? // Anna has to ask, because she *thinks* she knows who that would be...
Things you shouldnât Ask but Will Anyway || Accepting
Oh no.No.No.No, no, no, no, no.N.............O.
Oh God. Oh. God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
The broad back with its host of scars isnât the tawny one she expected when she turned over and pressed her face into the centre of. It lacked that specific feel of both old markings and the faint tingle of glamour sheâd come to recognise. The warmth of skin against the tip of her nose, ghostly just beyond the press of her lips did not have the same scent it should have, the palpable beat of the heart just beyond bone failed to match the rhythm of her own. Her hand halted halfway across the ridge of rib and muscle when she didnât instinctively know its well travelled paths.
The tides of sleep-fog began to recede the moment she realised the heat and comfort she wanted to sink into did absolutely not belong to Zarek. Not even close. And wasnât her brother, either, possibly the only acceptable alternative. And the only thing she can do now is try to piece together how the heck this had happened because the night before is a shadow on the periphery of her memory, one that if she tries to look at, just disappears.
Scooting away slowly, she sat up and immediately pressed the sheets to her chest because there was nothing else for decency. And the hysteria began to rise, dragging with it an army of both nausea that may or may not have had anything to do with her condition, and a spike of adrenaline that sent heart and head pounding like war-drums.
âPretty...I....you know I love you like I love the sea....but if first words out ya mouth arenât weâre dead anâ dis a very messed up idea of aâ afterlife...â
She didnât know how to finish the threat which was more like a plea. âAnd where da hellaâmâclothes?â
                          ~*~
Beth looks at her friend and smiles. âWouldnâ happen. Garrett would târow hisself on a fragmentation grenade firsâ. Now botâ of us fallinâ asleep in fronna da television or mebbe in his hot tub, dat a totally differenâ story. Moâbeddah important, why would ya ask?â
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âHo, no, how could you? Garrett...youâre breaking my heart. The Mets? Tsk-tsk.â Okay, so maybe the tongue-clicking was a little over-dramatic, but there were very few things as polarising as favourite teams. Yankees vs the Mets. The Jets or the Giants. Life and death. But she couldnât help smiling as she continued tossing the salad sheâd made for dinner. She held the phone between her ear and her shoulder. âSeriously though, thatâs great. I canât really remember the last time I even went. Can you?â She was sure it had been with Andy and Sam and Jay, but just not when. She was sure Santos would love it, the smell of the stadium, the warm late summer air.  âDidâja have a good day?â
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After leaving the clubhouse, Bethâs anger still remained, that tension limning every bone in her body, and her fingers clutched the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip. Then there was traffic and what was anger turned brittle, serrated at the edges. Each light was part of a text sent and the last light, she pulled over and sighed. She couldnât shake what she was feeling. She couldnât drive when she wanted the entire city to disappear or crumple into piles of collapsed bones.
{Text: Pretty} Probably in a meeting, or saving the free world, one soldier and his family at a time. {Text: Pretty} Or maybe you finally got lucky, which I mean good on ya.
{Text: Pretty} Failed to make friends with 4/5ths of a biker club. Almost got in fight. {Text: Pretty} Canât breath for how mad I feel. {Text: Pretty} Slack off this weekend. Meet me in Memphis?
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All the BROTP questions for G and Beth,
Life Or Death || Accepting
1. Who slowly eases into the pool while complaining about the temperature of the water and who takes a full-force no regrets flying cannonball into the water
Itâs been a rough day. What began as numbness turns into pins and needles and it threatens to overwhelm him because Garrettâs been pushing things, like he always does. The marine seems intent on wringing every last ounce of life while he still can. She admires him for that and aches because she canât fix him, not the way she wants to. So as he eases himself into the water a thousand times colder than what she promised ~though it will still do wonders for his back~ she adds a little extra to it. And short, compact as she is, she takes a running jump, coiling her limbs together until sheâs almost perfectly round. Splashing him with as much water and wave as she can create. And if thereâs a little extra magick to the situation, wellâŠno one can call her on it.
What she doesnât expect is that Garrett doesnât intend to let her have all the fun and she never saw his hand snake out toward her ankle as she was aiming for the surface.
2. Who can easily comfort the other when theyâre sick and who sprays everything down with Lysol and wears an antimicrobial mask and pats the former with a broom to comfort them when they get sick?
The night Garrett was shot saving Santos still haunts her dreams. She can still feel his blood on her hands, she can still smell the combination of soap, sweat and cordite on his skin. Sheâs never felt so helpless in her entire life, unable to do anything more than try to stop the wounds with what to her is almostâŠprimitive tools. Stitches and wound packing, forceps and eventually her own fingers because she couldnât get a grip. And once he was home, the fear that infection would set inâŠit all just turned her stomach.
So she slips out of bed quietly, knowing Z isnât sleeping but he doesnât stop her either. Itâs not often that she still tosses and turns when heâs there to hold back all the darkness. And though he wasnât letting her come to New York by herself any more, heâs still careful about letting her go about what she wants.
And what she wants at this moment is to step out onto the fire escape. Itâs two in the morning and she hesitates to call. Texts instead. âHey, Pretty. U awake?âHe almost immediately texts back. âYou should be sleeping. Baby needs you to rest.âBack and forth they go. He tells her heâs fine. She points out if it was the truth, heâd be asleep and not texting her. He counters with a joke that heâll sleep when heâs dead. She doesnât answer for a long time. Heâs the one that calls.âIf it will make you feel better, we can have lunch or something later, during real people hours and you can check for yourself that Iâm fine, Beth.â He doesnât even bother with hello.âOkay.ââNow, are you going to go back to bed or am I going to have to risk life and limb coming over and putting you there? From the hall somehow. I know you brought your husband this time. Not how I really want to meet him but I will, if I have to.â
âNight, Pretty.ââNight, B.â
3. Whoâs the amazing cook and who almost burns the house down trying to microwave a pop tart.
âChinese?ââItalian.ââOoh, we could do French?ââHave you eaten in France?ââNo?ââCuban?â
Theyâve been at this for hours. Finally Santos, held hostage by their conversation, rolls his eyes and rummages around Garrettâs fridge. Ends up making black beans and rice and some kind of breakfast taco and resolves to talk to Garrett about who stocks his fridge.Â
4. Who immediately goes for the can of Raid when they see a bug and who picks it up like âno wait donât kill it I wanna keep itâ
âItâs a spider, Beth. Thereâs a million of them and I donât want it li-ââSo help me, Pretty, you spray it anâ Iâma take dat can anâ spray you!ââYou can try, but first youâd have to be able to reach it.â He holds the can above his head.âDonâ think I wonât kick you in the shin anâ bring you down.â
âWe arenât children Be-OW! WE DONâT BITE PEOPLE!ââMebbe you donâtâŠâ
5. Who likes to lean over railings to get a better view and who freaks out and tries to pull the former back away from the rail screaming about how they might fall?
His hot tub is on the balcony and thereâs so many floors between the ground and the rail. He leans against it like he doesnât have a care in the world and sometimes stares up at the sky. He misses flying as much as her brother does, in different ways. He lives for the piloting, Andy for the jumps. And Beth canât understand them. The sky is a terrible thing. Wide open and without boundaries. Nothing to hold on to. And maybe some people were born with the memory of wings; sheâs not one of them. Just the idea of it makes her queasy.
So she stands in the doorway, fingers gripped so tight they almost leave impressions in the metal.
âDinnerâs getting cold.â
6. Who acts like theyâre brave and fearless but actually gets terrified 15 minutes into a horror movie and who is usually the huge scaredy cat but isnât fazed at all by most horror movies
Garrett laughs at the plot and shakes his head. Beth creeps subconciously toward the screen as soon as the blood flows, and murmurs about how that would never work. Heâs survived worse, and her life is nothing short of something that would be directed and written by Guillermo Del Toro. But they both have their breaking points. He isnât a fan of the Langoliers, especially when the pilot loses control of the planeâs instrument panel, and she wonât even be in the apartment while the Exorcist is on.They donât talk about their limits, and instead turn on some more lights and find something else to do.
7. Who constantly criticizes the latterâs wardrobe and who dresses even more outrageously to further annoy the former
âDonât you think that your husband would want you to wear something withâŠa little more fabric?ââWho do you think bought it for me?â
Garrettâs hand trails up the bare skin of her back and looks into the mirror. They do look stunning next to each other. His eyes never stray to the more revealing parts of the dress.
âI suppose we should get going then. You know how they frown if youâre late to the silent auction.ââWell, I do have one more thing to try onâŠâ
Heâs seen string bikinis that were more modest than the peach coloured gown. âYeah, no. I think the dark blue suits you.ââYouâre no fun.ââOn the contrary, I like breathing and if Zarek doesnât raise an eyebrow, Andy certainly will.â
8. Who likes total darkness when they sleep and who needs a night light
Garrett knew she didnât sleep much. He knew that she didnât like the dark. It wasnât until theyâd gone to California; him for business, her to visit her friend, that he realised just how bad it was. Laying in the dark, letting it wash over him, he was almost asleep when he heard it. A shuddering gasp of sound that reminded him of oxygen deprivation, followed by the hard breath panted though an open mouth. Little sharp vocalisations that were like half-quiet yips from a small dog. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a tee-shirt to pull on, and he padded toward the living room of the suit, where sheâd made camp on the couch. The heel of his palm pressed into his eyes as he rubbed sleep from them. A fumbling for the lights.She was curled up on her side but something was wrong. Her entire body was rigid. The breaths shallow and too fast, her eyes glossy and fixed to some point in space, unseeing. She didnât so much as blink. And God, thatâs unnerving.âHey, hey. Shhh.â He edged a hip onto the couch and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, to little avail. The minutes dragged on into what seemed like eternity. He rubs small circles on her back, murmurs small nothings to try and gentle the paralysis as best he can. But itâs terrifying to witness, he can only imagine what it is to experience it. Eventually she comes to herself and he gets up to grab her water. He wonders if it will be like that when and if his own back gives but doesnât ask her, canât. Not with how worn and terrified she looks afterwards.When he manages to go back to bed at her insistence, he leaves the light on.
9. Who loves kids and who scowls at the mere sight of them
Itâs not exactly a scowl as it is contemplation on the deepest levels. He first really noticed it when she was treating Santos. The the way she smiled at random babies on the street. Or how she held them in the N-ICU. Her jog around Central Park often took her by story-land and the playgrounds. But she didnât have any of her own. And she changed the subject abruptly when heâd asked about that.The story came later, during a quiet group session. He and Riley tended to linger after the other veterans returned to the bits of their lives they were holding together. Usually a drink was shared, maybe two, and theyâd talk more personally, as friends are wont to do.
âYour sisterâs really good with kids.ââShe is.ââIâm surprised she doesnât have any of her own. The nursing job must consume a lot of her-ââItâs not the job,â Riley says softly. Darkly. âDoctors have known since she was real small that there was only a one in a million chance, and sheâs just this side of sterile. Really wrecked her, you know?â
It made sense. Not that Garrett himself had children, nor did he plan on it, not now or any time soon.
And the next time Beth saw him, it was her turn to watch. The way he was with Santos, some day, he was going to make an excellent dad.
10. Who plays games competitively and sucks at them and who plays games casually and is actually really heckin good
As quiet as she is, as timid as she acts ~afraid to upset the natural order of the universe~ Beth is weirdly competitive, even if she doesnât know or understand all the rules as you tell them to her. She gets this little gleam in her eye and dives right into whatever the game is. The opposite of Garret, who himself is calm and calculating. She kills at Trivia and the obscure bits of knowledge she possesses is borderline supernatural. Sheâs great at cards, though he suspects she counts them. He just canât prove it. Pool is another thing, with her eye for angles and the geometry on the table.
Strategy though⊠that she has problems with. She thinks too quickly, lets it all show on her face. Heâs captured half the board in the time it takes for her to build one army.
So it comes as a surprise when she kneels across his lap, her knees digging into his hips and she fists a hand in the back of his hair pulling his chin up and back, snarling an alien expression. âYouâve threatened my alliance with Greece for the last time, G.â
âI think youâre the one threatening, Piccola.âGarrett has never been so glad to see the shape of her husband in the shadows of their bedroom loft.11. Who can handle spicy foods perfectly and who chugs an entire gallon of milk after accidentally eating one jalapeño
Theyâve tried each otherâs favourite cuisine and found a liking similar to one anotherâs. Even ghost-chile is eaten without qualms. But when her brother brings out the little bottle, Beth shakes her head and throws in the towel.âSure, Iâll take some.ââDonât do it, G.ââWhy? How bad could it be?âShe practically scrambles over her chair to get away from it. âItâs a recipe he picked up in Kabul.âIt was Kandahar but he doesnât correct her. According to his records, he was never there. âDonât be a punk. Itâs perfectly fine.â
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