#Panini|Reg Kray

[brooklynislandgirl]

TMI: The East End's own Mrs Frances Kray eyed her husband and his brother warily as they circled each other in the ring. Hurriedly she joined the only other lady she knew in attendance for this Not Really A Fight Fight, sitting primly and quite close to Beth's side. Her handbag in her lap, Frances eyed the boys again before dipping her head and confiding, "--Don't they scare you when they're like this? Don't 'ee--" She stopped that second question before it could form fully, knowing the answer really before she asked. Miss Beth didn't seem at all bothered by Ronnie, much as Frances herself was only bothered by him - nothing else. Nothing positive. Furtively she reapplied her lightly tinted lip balm, worrying the stick between her fingers before she asked:

"--Fink it'll last much longah?"

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Beth hadn’t anticipated that Frannie would be joining the almost entirely male audience, and has to quickly hide the dumbfounded expression she wears even just briefly. The sideways glance spared the other woman soon becomes absorbed back into the ring. The lights gleam off Ron’s shoulders, weaving itself amongst the shadows of his tattoos. He’s taller, he’s broader, he wears a look of murder on his handsome face. Reg, despite being his identical twin, pales by comparison. Is going to be punching above his weight class for all that he’s skilled. “I come from a warrior culture, yeah? I seen people t’row hands for all kine reasons, an’ it’s natural as sun rising, I t’ink. An’ for all it may not seem like it, ya goddah undahstan…dere’s love in dat ring. Mebbe not express as healt’y as it could be but-” Beth pauses a moment, shoving her bag of hurricane popcorn into Frances’ lap, and legitimately climbs up on her seat. She lets out a piercing cry that most approximates a sound of “Chee-hoooooooooooooo! HARDAH! HIT HIM! HIT HIM!” There isn’t an iota of shame in the tiny nurse as she delicately settles back down in her seat, her eyes never straying far from Ron, and there might have been an utterly unseemly little gasp of pride and pleasure as Ron slams his brother down back first into the mat. Her heart is hammering in her throat. There is a pool of Pele’s blood in a particularly unmentionable place that throbs in time with her pulse, in time with her breath. She doesn’t try to hide the naked admiration, pride, or even lust from the way they glitter so brightly in her eyes. Something silkily predatory regards Frannie when Beth answers her second question. “If Reg is lucky? No, no it won’.”

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"Ron?" Smoke soft voice barely announcing her presence. Fingertips graze his shoulder as she slides by him where he's perched on the couch. She's been a transient ghost for most of the day. She does not enjoy Reggie's company and certainly not in their home; and make no mistake, that is what Cedra Court has become. She's given up the separate apartment. She's doesn't count the days down from ninety-to-one now that she's got a work visa and is in the process of becoming a citizen, due largely to her auntie's sponsorship. They share the their bed with their dogs. They share the kitchen, even if it's just reheating the food they've ordered in. This is their home, the first brick of the life they are building. At the same time, she wouldn't dream of trying to be the wedge between Ron and his twin. She knows what would happen if someone had tried that with her, with Andy and she would not be a source of grief for her publican. But she won't volunteer to share hostile space with the carbon copy of him, either. It's for the best. Reg is only a fan of hers insofar as Beth proves there's something... less ...wrong with Ron ~Reg's words, never her own~ and because of the glamour, respectability, and prestige that the Krays have bagged a Riley. It's the money, the history, and the ridiculousness of having peerage in the family that makes him so often solicitous if "Liz". Now that he's gone, and with him, the miasma of discontent, she's re-materialised but in her chest is a troubled heart. She can tell now, without seeing, that Ron's still exerting himself. He's still got his mask in place, as if he's got two musketeers at his side to end his life if it should slip. She sits in front of him, just to the side of Claude and lays a cheek on his knee. "Why you do dat?" A hand rises and claw-like fingers brush the air  in front of her face to indicate the forced countenance he adopts with everyone but her.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Your answers to the LGBT muse meme whatsit were fascinating and I'm SO curious -- was there a specific moment Beth clocked that her feelings towards Ron had shifted towards romance, or was it a gradual building up of things or...?

Thank you, darling. We appreciate that. Though she's grown in some ways and changed in others from the moment of her conception on far distant, actual paper shores, I've striven to be true to her and to her internal consistency. That being said. I would have to say as with all things deeply emotional with Beth, it was gradual as arctic ice. The very first minutes of their meeting were deeply fraught with not a small amount of terror. His mien, his vocal timbre, maybe the gun...certainly didn't foster any more truer feelings than fear, regret, and maybe a little exasperation for even finding herself in the path of Hurricane Kanuha. Quickly though he put her at ease well enough with a Claude, a fire place, and a lovely cuppa on a cold, rainy, and nerve destroying night. Riley will probably shank me for saying this but I don't think he would have been unfazed with Cellar-Ron. I know she felt terror again to come face to face with a certain Panini in place of her flower growing, chocolate flake sharing publican, and the immediate worry for his absence, made only slightly less harrowing by the letters they wrote during Ron's mental health recuperation. There has always been a notable difference between the Twins for her. I maintain she can spot a Ronnie at a hundred paces in difference to Reg, and she a: finds Ron to be the more attractive brother, the taller one, the broader one, and generally the better fighting man, bless Frances and all. Perhaps the moment of feelings changing which largely went unnoticed by our intrepid pair came when she would sit on the bar-back and pin him between herself and the counter with her legs, while striving to study for her citizenship application. She'd already decided that Ron was really quite friend-shaped, as lovable and affable as any of the dogs. Forgive me if I don't recall if this was before, during, or after the gift of a Noe in her life, but a sign of deep trust and affection for Beth is to allow anyone to be that close to her scar, that they could reach out and touch it. The scar is both traumatic and kapu in her opinion. Sharks are a man's 'aumakua, and to be so permanently marked by one carries both the taboo and the sacred in the word Kapu and she doesn't really feel comfortable letting anyone, not even Andy, touching it. Maybe the moment of being stricken by lightning, and the moment her heart seized up in wonder, that she saw Ron with entirely new eyes...shaken to her foundations, though, was when John turned up. He was the entire reason she'd come to England in the first place. He'd gotten so deeply under her skin, and maybe because he had been the first to tell her that she was loved {or more correctly, and she'll never admit to this before God or anyone else... she'd asked him to love her, and his reply had been 'God help me, but I do'.} that she'd imagined John being the only one who would. But then Ron defended her when John rejected her as a student and as anything else. He'd stood his ground like some fantastical knight if for no other reason than he could see just how dejected she was, and that was the first time she'd seen him ~Ron~ act like that. And for her. Then there was the boxing event. You know of which I speak, and that was a moment where Beth understood very clearly what the meaning of Want was. She doesn't have a single ounce of self preservation in her body when she can see both Ron and Mr Kray at once.