#Ho'ohulu Na'au|Steve and Beth

[brooklynislandgirl]

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How d’ya describe a man like Steve MacGarrett?

F’ me... is like... I have known him mos’ of m’ life. Steve an’ Mary migh’ actually be my oldest friends even though we no always got t’spend time t’gether. So is a lil strange now, tryin’ t’ figure out where we stand. How much we change, how much we stay same. Many people frighten’ a Steve an’ more look at him openly lustful.When I see him, I can still see bits a’ da boy I used’a chase, tryin’ hard as I could t’ keep up. But whereas Andy sometimes seemed to not wan’ his lil sister around, Steve welcome me along, whether it was climbin’ trees, or swimmin’ out as far as da tide could take us. Used’a lie on the grass in his yard, da four of us, starin’ up at da stars, an’ make plans. An’ bless his heart, he nevah made fun of me. I t’ink he had a sense a’ justice even back den, an’ I knew no maddah wha’ happen, I could always go to him an’ he’d make it more beddah.

An’ t’ings happen, I know dis. No kine can stay same-same f’evah.

His mom died, no too long aftah ours ~mine an’ Andy’s~ lef’ us. He got send f’da mainland. Him an’ Mary both.

17 years changes a man. 

Da boy I remembah wi’ da forgiving smile an’ hopeful eyes became a man wi’ a hard jaw, an’ mebbe a bruised heart. Dere’s more blood on his hands dan he will evah be comfortable with, an’ his sense of justice is so strong, he’ll sacrifice himself on its altar wi’out a second thought. He’s become so strong, I t’ink he forgets sometimes he needs be soft. Dat is okay t’lay ya burdens down for a lil while, an’ find ya own kine of peace.

But every once in a while, Steve’ll smile. Is a lil tired, a lil ragged around da edges. I can still see da boy I love in him. And he’ll laugh and he’ll pull me into a hug. Walls come down, in dose moments, an’ he’s jus’ as raw an’ vulnerable as I evah been. An’ now is my turn, my turn t’ stay, an’ t’ shelter him as he did f’me so long ago. I’ll stand between him an’ da world long as he need me to. As long as he wants me.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Hoouna for the url thing 👀

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Reason why you follow them 

I don’t remember really where or when I first saw you, I may have slept since then, but I keep following because I love your writing and I love that you’re easy to talk to ooc {when you have the time, and I try not to bug you because I mean... we’ve talked about barnacles ;) }

Your favourite thread of theirs

I have to be selfish here and admit I’m really enjoying ours, and those initial moments where they are each reconciling the children they used to be with the adults they’ve become, and how things have paralleled each other’s lives over the years they’ve been apart. It’s sensitive and painful but also comforting.

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with

Everything with @jerseysass​ and @lilxlionxman​

A thing you like about their character

Your Steve voice is SO spot on. Just like Klutzy is my one true Danny, you’re my one true Steve. I’ve mentioned before that you paint him with a very subtle brush, that he’s equal parts strong and sensitive. I also absolutely love when your writing you tend to pick up cues from your partner, reframe things that said partner has written, and interpret them through his eyes, but it never comes across as repetative, but instead enhances the moment, even if Steve’s interpretation isn’t completely on the mark. That’s how people are in real life, they can be wrong or write but they still see what they still see. All of this make him a very solid, very realistic muse and it’s beautiful to watch.

My chief complaint though is... Steve. Stop being tall. That is all.

Do you interact? Why/why not?

Oh absolutely. You have limited time on here and an entire universe of mutuals, and I don’t mind waiting for posts because they are always rewarding, and I am entertained by your other stuff, so we’re all good. We have very similar attitudes about most things, so I feel it’s all super chill, and I trust that you’d let me know if it wasn’t. I enjoy world building, character building with you.

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WRITING uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE CHARACTERuh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETHEME uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE {contained themes and itty bitty font is hard on my ancient, elderly eyes but I still love you, G}MUN uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE

WE SHOULD… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. {We do, We do, We do :) }PLOTS I’D BE INTERESTED IN DOING: __________________________Once they’ve had a chance to process their mutual grief over Andy and John, I’d like to see them getting to know each other all over again, see what’s changed from their youth to now, I’d like to see them be supportive of one another and maybe have some adventures.I’d like for Steve to show up in the middle of the night after something’s gone horribly wrong and Beth just giving him THAT look before she patches him back up and tries to convince him he’s not exactly indestructible and that there are people counting on him.I dunno, there’s just so much potential I am spoiled for choice.

[brooklynislandgirl]

@hoouna

Beth doesn’t do birthdays like they did when they were kids, and she doesn’t do them the same way as they do now that they are adults. She isn’t covered in presents and promises and drinks. That’s why he has other friends, other people who love him that want to celebrate another year survived in spite of his determination to see that not happen.

No, her feelings are reflected far more quietly, more subtle. In the pre-dawn darkness she feels her way across the dirt and sand with bare feet. The path they’d worn away decades ago of constant running feet going back and forth. Even blind she could pick her way between their houses slowly and without fear, and she does so now. The dark is no companion and she has to swallow down the slight wave of nausea before she hops his fence. Doesn’t make a sound, and knows how to get to the door. She uses her key to slip inside his house and she’s quick with the security code.  It’s not really a felony charge, breaking and entering, when you have a standing invitation, is it?

Like a master spy, she’s quick to offload the back pack and sets the plate down on his table, the scene of meals shared and bills paid and guns cleaned. She puts the little pastries into a pyramid that leans haphazardly, and sets candles here and there without lighting them. She doesn’t do cake, because Beth loves Steve and refuses to poison him with all her lacking skills. Malasadas from Leonard’s will have to do. A card set beside it and a thermos of fresh, French-press coffee.

She feels almost awkward standing in his doorway, watching him sleep, even if the light doesn’t cooperate and it’s more listening to the way he breathes and the curiosity of what he’s dreaming about. On his belly, arms slung around pillows. Even though she can barely see the outline of him under the covers, she knows where each tattoo is, where every scar lingers. And she tries so hard to stay quiet as she creeps up to the nearest side of the bed. One hand lifts to pull her hair back, she doesn’t want to startle him awake. She doesn’t intend to stay. She brushes a soft kiss to his cheek and whispers, “Hauʻoli lā hānau, Stevie.”