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"Oi, Beth!" A coy smirk was tugging on his lips, and Eric took a deep breath before he continued. "I, uh, jus' wanna wish ye, uhm---" He frowned, trying to remember the phrase. "Me--mele--" Shit. Nervously, his fingers fumbled with a small piece of paper, gaze sheepishly dropping down to it. "Mele ka--kalikimaka."

Berries for a Kiss || -

It’s the perfect end to a perfect day. She’s curled up on the sofa of her flat, with Murphy’s muzzle nestled on her leg, dozing after their full day. Eric introduced her to the joys of the Christkindlmarkt on the Rathausplatz. They’d spent hours in the crisp, snow-dusted afternoon combing booths for last minute gifts and keepsakes. They’d been enraptured by the baked goods and the glühwein, which was quite unexpectedly delicious but potent, and he laughed, pointing her to the kinderpunsch after her first mug or two. She might have let it slip that it was more the company than the mulled wine keeping her spirits up. He promises her that the Schönbrunn Schloss market is even better. That they’ll visit that next year, but first, the tree of hearts. She loves everything about Vienna in December. The anticipation to see if her cherry blossom twig blooms to promise a good new year, the advent wreath that is burning because she loves candlelight, and just two weeks ago he’d told her about the Rauhnächte and their special incense. Thomasnacht, Christnacht, Silvesternacht and the final one, Dreikönigsnacht being the most important to ward off evil spirits and bad luck. “Three Kings night!” He nodded and she saw how happy he was, a bright and beautiful change in her often melancholic friend.She’s reading when he comes into the living room and there’s something impish about him. She lowers her head just a touch so that she can peer at him over the rims of her glasses. Otherwise expressionless beyond curiosity, the second he stammars out the first word, she knows exactly what he’s trying to say. She doesn’t bother to rush him, nor does she speak the rest aloud, not wanting to steal his darling thunder. And when he gets it out? She slides her legs off the sofa, Murphy only mildly miffed to be disturbed, and she closes the distance between them. Her arms slide around his waist, hands cupping the small of his back and she tilts her face up towards his, eyes half-lidded. “Nollaig shona dhuit.” She offers him a whisper of a kiss.

[brooklynislandgirl]

1,6,9,17!

Little More Conversation || Accepting

1. Does your muse have any extra turn ons?

It’s a quiet night, the rain preventing them from hitting the surf properly. She’s told him that the perfect time to be out on the water is before a storm, during ~Especially the Atlantic~ is too cold, too dangerous, and immediately after, the waves are far too glassy. But to ease the little lines between his brows, she’s suggested watching some movies, even going so far to offer to forgo the subtitles. While helping her make the hurricane popcorn, Eric is so kind as to say she can keep them on.

Maybe there should have been more concern about what they were watching, and not how.

The first is the musical adaptation of Sweeney Todd, and despite the fact that Beth is unfathomably coy when it comes to certain subjects, she makes no effort to hide how she squirms a little, giggles over, and has absolute heart-eyes for both Johnny Depp’s titular Demon Barber, or Helena Bonham Carter’s Mrs Lovett, especially when it comes to the blood and the glinting silver blade. Or how she glances over at him with her fey sort of smile, and sings snippets of the score. Maybe he should have realised there was a running theme when she offered to put on The Red Dragon. {{Specifically Beth has a thing for knife-play, breath-play, blood, biting}} ~*~

6. Does your muse like to roleplay in the bedroom? What archetype or character do they like playing?

“Oh, I love role playin’!” Her hands come together as she claps excitedly a time or two, and then she takes off at a quick pace. “Whenevah I use f’ play wi’ my braddah, he always play like Paladin or Hell Knight an’ one time as a monk. I t’ink he jus’ really like playin’ Lawful Neutral kine. An’ he always, always make me play da cleric so he have a dedicated healer, but in my heart of hearts... I always wanna be eiddah a barbarian or mebbe some kine slinky rogue. I could pick locks, an’ poison my enemies, an’ steal alla stuff!, but I would do it so dat I could support orphans an’ widows an’ save ‘em from da tyranny of da evil king.” {{Beth has never heard about romantic role-playing and wouldn’t necessarily understand what to do or how to play.}} ~*~

9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?

The sheer giggles. Soft and innocently and almost entirely too girlish for a woman her age, even if that age is nebulous. It heralds the blush that arrives like a whirlwind into her cheeks, and she takes a moment to fuss with tucking one lock of dark hair behind her ear. “I mean... dere is a lot of land in our family, mos’ of it secluded, no one ‘round for miles. An’ I do have a fondness for bein’ out in nature.” ~*~

17: Has your muse ever had an awkward moment during sex? What happened and how did they handle it?

She manages to stave off the sound she’d just made at the next question, and everything about her shifts. Her chin tucks down and the colour in her cheeks darken. Her shoulders round forward. Her arms wrap around her waist before she glances up into Eric’s eyes. Her words come slow, measured. Full of trace confusion. “I uhm... I’ve nevah....haven’t... you know dat, right? I...I mebbe mention it before?” Her experiences are not vast, nor are they entirely alone. Having lived with her brother most of her life, she’s been privy to the sounds people make. She’s caught glimpses and from those she’s sought out more data in the forms of videos and novels and televised media. There was that time in medical school, before she ended up dropping her residency... “I’ve...ah... tried time or two...to...replicate what I saw... but it never work out da way it was suppose to. One time, back when I was studyin’ t’ become a doctor... somehow I got my presentation mix up wi’ my personal journal. Half my class saw a dream I had written out on da large smart board behind me. When I realise why dey were laughin’ an’ pointin’ an’ talkin’... I sorta want to die on da spot.”

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9. Does your muse like to sing? Would they do a duet?

It Came From The Lost Meme Lagoon || -

Beth enjoys singing almost as she does dancing though she will tell anyone who will listen that she isn’t nearly as good as her brother used to be, and that is actually absolute truth. And karaoke is one of her favourite outings because it lets her read the lyrics she doesn’t always catch them when she’s just listening. When she chooses songs for herself, though, she picks the ones that are familiar, the ones that she could sing in her sleep because they were the ones that Andy played the most, usually to make her feel better or to put her to sleep.  And when she finishes belting out Hey, Jude? She thanks the audience even if it sounds like an apology, and comes scampering back to sit with Eric. Her pulse flutters wildly at her throat, where it’s visible even in the shadowy dim of the club, her eyes glittering. It’s excitement and terror all at once even though she flashes him a smile. “So, whatcha gonna sing? An’ I’d love to do one t’geddah. Mebbe some kine like Meatloaf, or Temple of da Dog, or...what’s ya favourite?”

[brooklynislandgirl]

Daisy! He NEEDS to know haha

With Your Flowers In Bloom || Accepting {{daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?}}

They've got travel books all over the coffee table of her apartment, and they've got the strongest pot of tea she knows how to brew to share between them, making little notes here and there. Of course they'll choose somewhere with a beach, she's supposed to be teaching Eric how to surf, after all, one of the whole reasons she even brought it up in the first place.

Of course the conversation drifts all over the place; remembered bits of previous holidays and exploration, the memories both good and bad associated with those places, things of particular interest or beauty, places that they each wanted to go again, in that nebulous tomorrow called 'some day'. And those conversations in turn talk about firsts. First time they ever travelled abroad, the first time they ever interacted with the law, although Beth is absolutely convinced that Eric is teasing her a little bit because he was young, yes, but she can't imagine him being troublesome. He wears a devilish grin. Her hand reaches over the small divide to land, fingers splayed, on his knee and she gives him a little push. No anger, especially not in the way she laughs softly afterwards. She's just taken a sip of tea and set the mug back down when he asks his next question, and her cheeks thin in an effort to swallow the liquid and not laugh even more, risking a spit-take. It isn't an unreasonable or even overly personal question. She's comfortable enough with Eric to take it at face-value, and nods. "Okay, okay, okay." The universal American preface for Story Time. "So.. da Admiral was station in Yokosuka, an' dey were havin' essentially wha' boiled down to part ambassadorial gala, part naval ball, part medical conference. And one of da kine was bringing your wife an' ya children. So he sent for us an' we left Hawai'i for da week. Spring in Tokyo is beautiful, ya know? So anyway, in my best party dress...an' dis kid.. lil taller'n me, braces in his teeth, we start talkin' an' dancin' dat slow...four step waltz. An' he leans in t' kiss me... an' from out of no where, Vengeful Hand of God comes down to smite da wicked... cause my braddah punch him dead in da face. Busted up his lip, cut his mouth, laid him out cold. Now dis kid was about fourteen, I guess. I was twelve, almos' t'irteen...an' my braddah was eighteen. Da Boy was also da Japanese ambassador's son...so it was da kine... international incident. We got sent back t' O'ahu almos' immediately an' I'm sure some kine bad happen to da Admiral for it." Even though it wasn't really funny, Beth couldn't help but smile though this one was laced with melancholy. "My braddah always look after me real careful." She looked away. "Uhm but since it nevah actually happen, s'pose it doesn't count, eh? So I guess... first real kiss happen..two years ago. An' it was a real bad scene an' if it's alla same, don' really wanna talk about it. Wha' about you though? I bet you had your pick of girls, huh?"

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4. What is your oddest turn on? 7. Would you play strip poker? 13. Is there anything sexual that most people consider "normal" that you'd consider out of your comfort zone?

A Little Light/A Little Dark || -

IV. What is your oddest turn on?

It comes as no surprise that Eric finally asks her. It isn't like she hasn't noticed that he's been...well. He's shown interest in her in that way for a while now and Beth knows she comes across as sometimes entirely absent, sometimes cryptic in returning the varied forms of affection offered to her.

And that feeling rises in her belly, the one that makes her a little queasy with anxiousness because she doesn't really know the answer. And that turns into her pulse throbbing throughout her body and raising armies of shame to lay siege to her cheeks. "I...ah." Starts...and stops. Starts again. "I don' really...know...for sure. Like...I can look a' someone ~boy or girl~ an' I know dey attractive or not, by cultural standard. Like you...tall, at'letic build, dark auburn hair, blue eyes, face lookin' like a talented sculptor's mastah-work...I'd put money on da fact dat ya got people comin' an' goin' all day dat...well. Have a distinct lust for ya. An' I can see ya, I know ya handsome...but...it's not..." She wipes dry the plate he just washed, and half shrugs. The movement is inwardly turned. A critical statement about herself, and not him. "I'm not sure I'm really capable of havin' d'ose desire, ya know? Not back in kid time, not now. An' da few times I...ah... uhm... try self....love... it wasn' any kind of person in my mind, or any specific t'ing. Jus'...like... feelings. Love an' trust...and comfort, da kine ya get from like ya bes' friend. An' even den...no kine really happen." The queasy feeling doesn't go away, but it does completely impair her ability to look Eric in the eye, because she's afraid to see what's there. ~*~

VII. Would you play strip poker?

Rain lashes the Irish coast making it too dangerous to take him out onto the water, and that is something they both recognise since the storm had blown in the night before. However, the hotel suite has a cozy sitting area and a fire which burns cheerfully, keeping the gloom and the damp at bay. Beth had managed to half drowse herself with the flames and the tea readily available, and almost didn't catch Eric's voice in the stillness. When the words do manage to trickle in and she parses the hearing mishaps to make sense of it, she manages a small laugh, and slants a half-lidded teasing gaze toward him.

"Mistah Brandon, how forward of ya," she says between winsome giggles. "I have, an' would do so again. But only if ya a brave man an' not afraid t' get beaten by one small wahine." Many people would say Beth has an exceptionally lucky streak when it comes to games of chance, particularly with cards. If she were to tell the truth, it's simply a matter of statistics and counting, and math has always been her strong suit. ~*~

XIII. Is there anything sexual that most people consider "normal" that you'd consider out of your comfort zone? In hindsight, maybe Beth shouldn't have ignored the postings about private beaches, though in her own defense, she hadn't realised that's what they said until she and Eric had crossed over to the Dark Side. And by that, Beth means... until they came across the other couple. It was clear by the amount of visible flesh that could be seen that it was in fact a couple, who on their stretch of sandy heaven, had felt like being intimate. Unfortunately that intimacy involved the man's bits being all up in the girl's quite spectacular cleavage, and there was fervent evidence of their passions. Which immediately set Beth to blushing. Then turning. Then taking Eric's hand and running back the way they came. She could not say how long or far they'd gone until she collapses against one of the wooden legs of the pier they'd come from, breathlessly panting and trying to laugh and trying to not be so mortified and so many other things. She still holds onto his arm and has to lean forward to slow her breath enough to get even the few words she can out. "Is....is dat....a...uh....da kine? Like...do people...actually..." She can't though. She can't imagine saying it aloud even as she tries to scrub the mental image out of her head. And she's fairly sure she knows how bodies are supposed to go together. Maybe she's a little embarrassed that she doesn't have enough breast tissue to even make such a thing possible without considerable effort. "Have you...evah...I mean..." She lets go of him and collapses down on the sand beneath. "Like...really?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

Beth x Eric for the moodboard meme 🥺

No reason to get excited The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin' falsely now The hour's getting late, hey

Hey

All along the watchtower Princes kept the view

[brooklynislandgirl]

Buying lunch? That's sweet but no, thanks. I mean your Irish surfer friend, the stray cat you met in Vienna. He isn't what he wants you to believe. What did he tell you? Import-export business? You should really start questioning his statements, Beth.

Better yet, do yourself a favour and drop him before he's dragging you down with him.

Whispers || Always Accepting

Few things make Beth angry. The first in that short list of crimes and the one that resonates most deeply of course, is abuse of children, animals, and the elderly. Beings typically incapable of defending themselves. The second is specifically a sub category of the first, which is shark finning. The third is the abuse of women. The next is wanton destruction of nature, damaging the environment because of greed and the right of so called eminent domain. And not first but certainly not least, is being made to bear witness of the harassment of her friends and loved ones. There's a certain tone the text takes. One she's heard all of her life where people think they know better than she does about how she should live her life, and with whom. And Beth, quite frankly, is a little tired of it. She stands in front of the mirror in the cafe's little restroom, waits until her brows unknot, until some of the colour drains out, until she has a modicum of control over the rush of rage sweeping through her. And then, she answers. {Text: Nonnymouse} I find it kind of comical that you don't have the stones to say any of this to my face and yet think you know me well enough to make decisions regarding my well being, and to pass judgement on someone I am quite close with. It rings incredibly hollow and I have heard this kind of thing before. But let me tell you... {Text: Nonnymouse} The Admiral has never quite succeeded in controlling me the way he wishes to, and I am going to assume you are another in a long line of investigators or security personnel he's hired to make sure that HIS interests are being protected and there's no whiff of scandal on the family name... {Text: Nonnymouse} So I'm going to tell you what I've told all of them in the past and maybe you'll listen. I happen to /adore/ stray cats. And who wouldn't want an Irishman who can surf? No one is who they want someone to believe. We all have things we wish weren't true, and I fully believe in time that Eric will let me see those things. {Text: Nonnymouse} As for the fact that I should be questioning his statements? Maybe you should question why you're someone else's lapdog interfering in someone else's life. Unless of course you don't work for the Admiral and are in fact someone Eric knows, who is jealous of him. {Text: Nonnymouse} So essentially do yourself a favour and see your way out of MY business. I don't play nice once provoked and I happen to really enjoy Eric's company. So how about you just...bite me, and move on. If you'll excuse me, I have to go walk our dog.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Token meme: Eric would wear a necklace with a seashell on it that they collected at the beach when Beth taught him how to surf.

Token Meme || Accepting

It really was almost too easy.

Eric’s face turned up toward the sun, body still drying from their latest sojourn out into the waves. He stands out starkly against the dark towel, warm from the clear sky only now starting to crowd over. The wail of the gulls and the hushed roar of sea and wind together is her life-beat. Makes her more ephemeral and more joyful than anywhere they’ve been together until now. And because of that, she wants to be playful. She drapes herself like sail canvas, tucking the upturned soles of her feet under the back of his thighs, her knees nudging his ribs. A few drops of sea rain down from her hair as she places her newest treasure on his chest. A small and rare purple top cowrie shell, that has been unearthed further down the beach where their boards are planted and their sandcastle is waiting to be kissed by high tide.

“Mastah Eric, quite contrary,  how ya garden grow? Wi’ silver bells an’ cowrie shell An’ pretty boards all in a row.”

She grins at him and leans down, pressing her nose tip to his for a breath then rising again like a dusky wave, laughing all the while.

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"Hate me, Love me, Miss me."

Love And Hate and Everything || Accepting

“I hate... ya fear of waddah, how it no feel like a second home, dat kine dat let’s you breathe for real in dis weird, bus’ up world. I hate it because somet’ing like dat means it was used to hurt ya, t’ scare ya, an’ I wanna change dat for you. “I love...you got dis amazing free spirit dat shines so bright. In ya eyes. In ya smile. Ya jus’ take hold of somet’ing an’ ya run wi’ it an’ I t’ink dat’s beautiful. In fact I wish I was more like you, in dat way. Is...is like ya got a flicker of Madam Pele’s fire in ya an’ it burns and burns.” She looks down and away before answering his last question, and her eyes are glassy. He dances on the edge of her fear, the truth she doesn’t want to admit that hurts her more than any joke made at her expense, the name calling, the weird looks. If she were to tell the truth, not even the idea of eternal darkness is as terrible as losing someone she cares about, and worse, them leaving her ~as they always do~ by choice.

“I...I would miss da sound of your laugh. Dat rich and warm sound. No is elegant or sophisticated but it’s so real, da way it crinkles ya cheek an’ da corner of your eyes, an’ da dimples. I mean I would miss every kine about ya, but dat would be da most irreplaceable kine.”

Her voice cracks and she falls silent, tense and anxious now, worried as to why he’s brought this up. She swallows past the lump in her throat. “You’re leavin’, aren’t ya?”

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[X]

Gotta photograph, picture of... || Accepting