#bedlamology | harlow

[strywoven]

@bedlamology has requested a story : "I’ve been looking for you. ” / har & kaen

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Good day only happens to get all the BETTER when Kaen spots Harlow waving them down.  Kaen brightens up ( literally ) , practically barreling right into her as they rush over to her and gather her up in a tight hug.  ❝ Hey !  Fancy seein’ ye ‘ere.  Ye didnae tell me ye were comin’ downtown t’day.  Wha’ gives ? ❞  They pull back , grinning at her , only to don a curious look at her reply.  She was looking for them ?  Couldn’t she have just texted them instead ?  It would have saved her the trouble of wandering all over creation ( not that kaen was ever particularly hard to find ; they had a predictable couple of haunts & were especially easy to pick out of a crowd ) .

❝ Well , ye definitely found me ! ❞  There’s a n e r v o u s twinge creeping into their tone , ❝ ‘S somet’in’ wrong , Harlow ? ❞  Kaen asks , tilting their head , furred ears lowering slightly , shimmering aura dimming with worry.  ❝ P- please tell me not’in’s wrong … ❞  They’re not so sure they can take MORE bad news after the week they’ve just dealt with.  Still , if it’s Harlow ?  Kaen would be sure to fend off THE WHOLE WORLD ( & then some ) , just to make sure she’s happy and taken care of ( their own misery be-damned ) .

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @bedlamology || Bon-Hwa & Harlow || continuation ||

"You know that your happiness is more important than whatever physical needs we have. So, if you want to talk about what has happened and how you feel, you know I'm all ears always." Bon-Hwa assured her with a gentle smile whilst she was on top of him.

With the work she did, situation like the one she just described wasn't all new. The drama seemed somewhat common, unfortunately so. Hands would rest on her hips, looking up at her face and waited for the pained expression to lessen. "That coworker is just jealous that such a gorgeous girl is getting all the attention. Honestly, I might come over to tip you just to spite them." He joked, pulling her down for a kiss. They might not be dating but the sex and kissing was just as great as if they were.

"Can you help me get my pants off? You're kinda having me pinned down here."

[attroxx]

❛ @bedlamology said . . . "c-c-CUTE!" she's going for his ears, rubbing them and squealing as she did so. "omg, omg, omg! you have kitty ears! casperrrrr you're so cute!" ❜

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄. but it had become second nature to casper. hood up, tail tucked away in his sweatpants. it's insane how easily you get used to hiding. so when casper's hood had fallen he'd been quick to remedy the mistake. hopefully harlow hadn't noticed and things would be just as they had been. but within a millisecond she's knocking off his hood, exclaiming loudly and excitedly. before he can shush her she's grabbing his ears and casper's tail bristles within the confined space of his sweatpants.

❛ h - harlow !! stop !! they're not for p - playing with !! ❜ pale features are now burning red as he attempts to swat away her hands. luckily they're in her apartment and not in the middle of the street where just anyone could stumble upon them. still he isn't exactly enjoying how aggressive she's being. reaching up he instinctively bites down on her hand, tiny fangs piercing the skin. the room is silent now with harlow's hands still on his ears but her excitement seems to have halted. but as quickly as he'd bit down he releases her hand, guilt suddenly overwhelming him.

❛ s - shit. i'm sorry harlow. ❜

unprompted asks. ― always accepting.

[grievedifferent]

❝ the stove's all fucked up, ❞ salem complains, standing to kick at it. romeo nudges him hard at the shoulder, as if to say, dude, what the fuck? ❝ well, it is, bro. i thought you got a new one. ❞

❝ this is the new one. you're using it wrong. just ... stand back and let me, 'kay? ❞ romeo rolls his eyes, crouching to get his camper stove noy only built correctly, but also ready to cook some serious chops. some serious chops indeed. ❝ this thing can do, like, pizza, dogs, steaks, like ... dude, it works. i've used it like three times already. ❞

salem shrugs, moving to secure the tent a little better despite romeo already having done that. romeo's brought all the precautions, while salem's brought what he's good for: beer and food.

on top of a rather large, though accessible tent, romeo also has something of a large tent attachment connected off the back top of his black jeep.

for the elements, he would say. it's where we'll sit, cook, eat. you know, whatever.

salem looks at their newest companion. oka,y so she's not joonie, but he figures she'll do. romeo wouldn't bring just anyone out here. it's one of their "spots" — a place that romeo found, what? six years back now? or something like that?? salem drags the cooler out of the back hatch, popping open three camping chairs in the meantime to set up around romeo's huddled form. the warmth of the stove accompanied with a small, manageable fire will provide all the warmth and ambience they'll need outside of some knitted blankets, flannels, and comfortable beanies.

❝ okay, kids. we're good to go on the stove front. ❞ romeo stands, stretching as salem hands him a beer. one is offered to harlow, though romeo has his doubts that she'll take it. ❝ there's also wine coolers, soda, and water in the cooler. or there should be. ❞

he glances to salem, who nods diligently with a thumbs up. ❝ sure is, boss. ❞

❝ cool. well. we're mostly set up. just gotta get the mattresses going. you guys make sure our hang-out area is solid, yeah? i'll get our sleeping arrangements taken care of. ❞ // * @bedlamology liked for a starter from salem ... and got romeo, too !!

[msftsn]

@bedlamology : the world is unforgiving enough as it is. the least we can do is find a way to forgive each other and ourselves. bojack horseman quotes : harlow && vincent .

the added part about forgiving others was a good idea, he thinks. even if the forgiving himself part almost made him let out a bitter laugh he barely held back with a strangled cough. he smiles, electric blue eyes locking onto the artist as he tries his best to keep up with this charming persona the world wants to see. if he was to be fully honest, vincent does not think someone like him deserves forgiveness, especially not from himself. how many people had he hurt to get to where he was?

❛ i suppose that would be ... adequate in most cases. ❜ he says, voice but an amused purr as he strains to keep the smile on his face intact when all he wants to do is punch himself in the face. he'd abandoned his family; made them think he was dead and then proceeded to live a frivolous life that he excused by saying he lived to help others. what a grand help he had been to all the people that died because he had been too slow, to inadequate in his self - proclaimed work.

❛ does that mean it is not too late for me?? ❜ he queries, smile still present on his face as he talks as though he is merely conversing with her about the weather. ❛ does that mean i am not doomed to be the person that i am?? the one the world knows?? ❜ he continues, before he shrugs - deliberately casual as if there isn't an underlying weight to his words. as if he did not question the entirety of his life with every passing syllable. he chuckles, turns away as he busies himself with pouring himself a drink. didn't matter if it was only the early afternoon, a good whiskey was ... well, a good whiskey. he'd argue. or explain. or defend himself in his foolishness.

maybe he is simply doomed to be vincent matthews, the person on the headlines. the person the world keeps looking at. he wants to beg her to tell him that he's good, despite his flaws. that even when he knows he can be selfish and self - destructive, that he is still good. that it is not too late for him. he wants to be happy, but he honestly combines the ugliness inside both his parents perfectly. he was born broken, that was his birthright. he made himself who he is - and there is no cure for that. his life was like a show with all the right components that was still subpar. the stupidest, foolish part of him still held onto the hope it would get better. still kept watching, praying to whatever deity could hear him that it would magically improve.

❛ you know, i envy you. i wish i could be more like that. ❜ he states softly, finally, putting down the glass without as much as taking a sip. he turns around, facing harlow again as he closes his eyes and sighs. he wants to forgive himself; of course he does! how can he expect love in his life in any form if he hates himself this desperately. how could he demand any piece of peace if all he does is blame himself over and over? he doesn't dare to open his eyes, expression fading into a frustrated one as he stubbornly keeps his eyes closed. ❛ i wish i could ... think that. ❜

he stops, opens his eyes lightly, the smile that spreads over his scarred lips a thing one. one that betrays the strength he tries to feign. truthfully, he is weak. in every sense of the word. ❛ i wish i could find a reason to forgive myself. i wish i could find a way to be ... good. ❜ he tries to say, even if it ends up with him practically spitting out the word "good". not that it matters, this was just another time where he would reveal how deep his issues ran, another time where he chases someone away with his terrible disposition and negativity. just another time where he ends up alone.

❛ i do not wish to take the all - knowing route but ... someone like me... someone like me does not deserve your time, you do know that, right?? ❜

[secondbornavaricious]

"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty." / harlow, shes a flirt

"Ya really think so?" Greed winks at the woman, glad that his eyes captivated her. "I know my eyes are easy to drown in."

@bedlamology

[bonesofchaos]

Thierry? In harlows general vicinity? She’s running over to say hi!

@bedlamology

tail wags faintly as ears perk up at her approach. mallory stands her ground a hulking feathered mass watching with narrowed eyes but she makes no move to attack. they've forced their instincts to stop viewing her as food, but he still wouldn't trust himself near her when shifted. thierry might retain most of his higher thinking in the skin of an animal but his prey drive is ramped up to 100. he'd rather not know what her flesh feels like between his jaws.

"bonjour harlow, you're good no?"

[strywoven]

@bedlamology has requested a story : ❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜ / (harlow)

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

How quickly lighthearted air does d i m , leaving exposed an ages-old wound Kaen has been busy licking for most of their life ( all i see is loneliness — the words strike true , uprooting an old ache in them they tried to keep buried & at bay ; lo’ have they been so transparent all this time ? ) .  Thoughtless is their response to follow , a reflexive reply which is sardonic in tone , albeit dismissive ( though lacking in any real bite or bitterness ) , ❝ Maybe dun’ look too hard , then , Har.  Wouldnae wan’ m’reputation t’get ruined. ❞  And what ‘ reputation ’ might that be ?  If not one of the TRAGIC GOD-THING playing at some all-too-desperate measure of compassion and strength , when their soul is so obviously r u i n e d and b r o k e n by the world and its abuses ⸺ How they loathe to have a mirror turned to themself , to see eye-to-eye with their own shameful defects ( all the pain , all the misery , all the cynicism & the hollowed-out sort of character which underlies their brightness like an always-there parasite , eating away at everything they have worked to become & represent ; all for naught ) .  Even if the one holding the mirror is THEIR BEST FRIEND , Kaen feels a flicker of i r e , feels the need to rebuke her ( though refrains ; she does not deserve their scorn , what she says is true ) .

Instead , meager pride is swallowed , gaze lowering to lap as they chew their lip in thought before offering , ❝ Ah guess … Y’re not wrong fer thinkin’ tha’ , though.  ‘S it really tha’ obvious ta’ ye ?  Ugh , Ah mus’ seem so p a t h e t i c , e’en fer a God ! ❞  Kaen slumps , deflating against the couch cushions and expelling a smoking sigh from their pouting lips , furred ears flopping low atop their fiery crown.  After a moment , they shrug , looking over at Harlow with a wry twist to their lips.  ❝ Y’know , ‘s not so bad wit’ ye ‘round , Har.  Life , Ah mean.  Ye dun’ jus’ ‘elp wit’ th’ loneliness , ye- ye ‘elp wit’ a lotta’ th’ other shit , too.  Ah jus’ wan’ ye ta’ know ye mean a lot ta’ me.  Really.  Ah dunno wha’ Ah’d do wit’out ye sometimes. ❞

[strywoven]

@bedlamology has requested a story : Harlow is lying face first in their lap, sobbing over the way her week has gone thus far. “I’m quitting all my jobs and running away to Italy! I don’t wanna work anymore, Kaen!” she’ll be fine soon. just let her whine.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

And let her whine , they do ( what are besties for , anyways , if not to allow ample space for tears & tantrums ? ) .  Kaen doesn’t much mind the d r a m a t i c s , after all the godling themself is known for being just as e m o t i o n a l .  Time together is a rare occasion , and sure , it would likely be better spent doing something else … But Kaen hasn’t the heart to dismiss Harlow when she collapses in a blubbering , whimpery heap across their lap , bemoaning about yet ANOTHER terrible week she’s endured.  Poor doe is resigned to such a fate , allowing her to curl up and throw her fit , features fixed into a hapless fondness as they gently stroke her back and soak up her sorrows ( just as they always do ; her rock , her quiet keeper , never with complaint ) .

❝ Tell me all ‘bout it , Har , ❞ Kaen coos softly , and allows her to jump into a broken , lengthy tangent about all her misfortunes and mishaps , attentively listening and nodding along.  They can’t help but chuff softly when she makes such a bold announcement ( quitting and leaving the country , huh ? sounds like something they would be caught saying ) .  ❝ Aye ?  Y’know , Ah ‘ear Sicily’s nice this time o’ year , ❞ Kaen offers , hand shifting to lightly ruffle blonde locks , trying to lift her spirits , to e a s e her woes in the only way they can.  ❝ Ah’m sure ye’d ‘ave fun o’er there.  But if ye pack up an’ leave e’rythin’ behind , wha’ would Ah do ? ❞  Their idle petting pauses , antlered head canting as they gaze affectionately down at her face , all puffy eyes and wobbly lip ( she’s so beautiful — ) .  ❝ Ye cannae jus’ break m’eart like tha’ , Har.  Why , Ah think Ah’d simply DIE . ❞

[strywoven]

@bedlamology has requested a story : that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me! / harlow to kaen <3

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

For a little while now Kaen has simply been standing in the gallery amid Harlow’s showcase ( something they promised they would attend even if they knew nothing about art ) while their friend tries to mingle and make connections.  Idly , Kaen nurses their glass of wine ; bitter and dry , it's not to their taste.  And they cannot help but feel … OUT OF PLACE , surrounded by people with money , surrounded by people with beauty— So who are t h e y , really ?  When one of the wandering members of the wait-staff passes by , Kaen deposits their now-empty glass on her tray and , once refusing another offered drink , they retreat to a quieter area of the gallery to s u l k and further fade away from the public eye until Harlow is done for the evening.

In the meanwhile , however , one of her paintings catches their eye.  There is just … Something about it that calls Kaen’s attention.  The use of colors , perhaps , for it reminds the godling of f i r e and r a g e ( these , the two primary traits which define who they are ) .  Checking the sheet nearby , Kaen notices a few people have already made their bids on it.  Kaen considers it : wouldn’t Harlow be thrilled if they bought something , too ?  Not that they need to , but they w a n t to.  Quickly checking their surroundings to make sure the artist in question is not around , Kaen puts down a bid of their own and scurries away , pretending as if they did nothing at all , feigning innocence.

Well , as luck would have it , Kaen d i d win the painting and that doesn’t escape Harlow’s knowledge.  She certainly seems overjoyed by the prospect that Kaen would do such a thing , and that alone is more than reward enough for the godling.  Kaen beams at their friend , reaching out and taking hold of both her hands , swinging them gently.  ❝ Aw , c’mon , Har , Ah didnae do nothin’ major , ❞ Nothing major would be simply showing up to these events to show one’s support , not outright BUYING A PAINTING as a surprise.  ❝ Y’re super fuckin’ talented , how could Ah n o t wanna do more fer ye ?  Ah know it wasnae necessary but , trus’ me , Ah wanted ta’ do it.  Ah promise ! ❞

Kaen glances at the painting they won ( they may have to do some rearranging to find a proper place for it ; it deserves somewhere where everyone can see it ! ) , and then looks back to Harlow , furred ears perking upright , wee tail a’swaying behind them.  ❝ B’sides , now Ah can ‘ave a lil’ piece o’ ye in mah apartment— N- not ta’ make it weird obviously !  Ye know wha’ Ah mean ! ❞  The flustered gleam in their stone-dappled features dims back to their usual g l o w , though their broad grin remains as they give Harlow a cheeky look , ❝ Y’know , if ye wanna show yer thanks an’ all … How ‘bout we do dinner ?  Say , this weekend ? ❞  Did they just ask her on A DATE ?  Yes , they most certainly did.

[thecircusfreaks]

♡ bon for har and jae

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[attroxx]

❛ @bedlamology said . . . she's been doodling a picture of him for the better part of the last hour. "hey…" leaning over his shoulder she taps her book against him. "what do you think? it's a quick thing, but I wanted to draw you today. heh, I think it turned out really good." /ghostlow ❜

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄. and right now he feels pretty good with her seated on the couch behind him, ghost seated on the floor. face buried in his phone he looks up when she lowers her book for him to see the drawing she'd produced. eyes widen, staring down at the page with surprise. it's good, really good. ghost was not an artist in any sense of the word but it's very clear harlow has talent. raising a hand he takes the book, getting a better view of the drawing now that it's in his hands. she'd drawn him . . . but why ? only someone who was infatuated with said person would draw them right ? his heart lurches.

❛ wow . . . harlow this is amazing. ❜ turning his head he looks up at harlow from his spot on the floor. she seems pretty proud of herself and she should be. turning his body he faces her now, handing back the book. what other types of things did she draw ? did she draw other people ? the thought causes a surge of anger. but he doesn't let it show, smiling at her instead.

❛ what else do you like to draw ? ❜

unprompted asks. ― always accepting.

[grievedifferent]

cowboy bebop sentence starters. accepting !! // * @bedlamology

❝ i had no idea the view from up here would be so breathtaking. ❞ from harlow to u know who

❝ i've always come up here. it's kind of my secret spot, though it's become a lot less secret these days. ❞ however, it seems relatively quiet today. he's taken her to see some of the local falls, though by local, he still means about a forty-five-minute drive out. you'll like it, he promised. it's good to get out and get away for a while. i come out here all the time just for the day. it's easy. ❝ eh, you see that one over there? ❞ he says, pointing out a larger waterfall. ❝ you can actually go behind that one. come on, i'll show you. ❞

[attroxx]

❛ @bedlamology said . . . “ghost…?” when she spots his form cowered on the floor her first thought is to panic. for all she knew he was hurt again, or worse. “are you okay? what wrong?” as she drops down in front of him a flash of light illuminates the sky. seconds later a loud BANG shakes the apartment and she watches as the man before her trembles. “oh ghostie…” reaching out she cups her hands around his ears before pulling him into her chest. “try to focus on the sound of my heart. I’ll hold you till the storm is over…” ❜

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐗. some headphones and a playlist are usually enough to drown out the noise. but stupidly he'd left his earbuds at home and currently he was staying the night at harlow's place. he'd sequestered himself in her bedroom, hoping that he could walk himself through it without her knowledge. harlow seeing him like this is the last thing he wants. but if he just up and left she'd ask questions, she'd worry and that's something he doesn't want either. sliding down the wall his hands come up to cover his ears. more than once he'd tried to remedy this flaw, to somehow shake him out of this irrational fear but no matter what he did his body reacted. a racing heart, sweaty palms and frantic eyes.

some time passes before harlow seems to let her curiosity get the better of her and at this point ghost is a lump on the floor. eyes shut tight and ears covered he hadn't seen her walk in nor noticed when she crouched down. but suddenly his senses kick in and eyes open, wide and fearful. it didn't seem to suit him as ghost was usually put together even at the worst of times. and anger seethes through his body, hating this. hating that she is seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

but it doesn't seem to deter her, instead tugging him close until his head is resting against her chest. it's the first time anyone had been there for one of these spells and ghost isn't sure how to react. he stiffens in her arms, fingers moving to curl around her shirt. the man who had protected her was now a shriveling mess in her arms. pathetic. turning his face he hides in her shirt, shaking again as a loud bang rumbles through the apartment. ghost prays to whatever god is listening that she doesn't ask about this tomorrow, that maybe they can just pretend it never happened. but his heart does calm, finding some comfort from harlow's presence. hopefully after tonight she wouldn't write him off as a loser completely.

unprompted asks. ― always accepting.

[attroxx]

❛ @bedlamology said . . . you make a great pillow. / casper & har!!! ❜

𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄. the appendage is awake before casper ever opens his eyes. the sound of a woman's voice causes ocean eyes to flutter open, blinking away sleep as the situation he's in rushes through his senses. he's in bed, head on a pillow but a weight is resting on his chest. glancing down, eyes clearly still foggy he see's harlow who is grinning cheekily at him. why is she laying on him ? the question is answered for him, mind taken back to the previous night. suddenly the hybrid is wide awake, eyes as big as dinner plates. had they really . . . ? soft skin burns under her unbothered, almost giddy expression. how was she so casual ?! casper sits up, a hand moving to hold the side of his head. white triangles flatten against white hair, now hidden from view. oh god.

❛ harlow did we . . . ? ❜ but he already knows the answer. turning his head casper can spot his hoodie on the floor, thrown haphazardly as if it isn't one of his only pieces of clothing. now he hides his face in his hands, sinking into the bed. what one does after such an activity is beyond casper's understanding. this was a whole new world for him. she was his first. did harlow know that ? she could probably tell by how he'd melted at her touch. he'd been so pliant and . . .

casper sinks further into the bed until he's lying down, entire body burning red. surviving the streets and fending for yourself is one thing but human connection and physical touch were a whole separate beast that casper isn't sure he's ready to tackle. better late than never.

morning after meme. ― accepting.

[grievedifferent]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2. accepting !! // * @bedlamology (read more length)

bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

in my instance, i tend to leave things 'untouched' that i am also open to or could see, but not enough to note (if that makes sense).

salem + harlow

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