#emine with bella 001.

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+ BELLA / GRAND GALA

"It's official," Emine says with a definitive shake of her head. "You're only allowed to wear white from now on," she grins at Bella, her sister's dress stunning against the backdrop of the night. "You look amazing," she compliments, giving Bella a hug. "Also, thank you for the shoes," Emine says, lifting the hem of her dress to show the pair she'd borrowed. "I'll get them back to you tomorrow. Or never. Either or." Such was the habit of the two Westwoods, accessories often shuffling between homes for weeks, months, or sometimes years at a time.

"I have shout wipes and tide to go if you need any," she teases lightly, holding up her clutch with a wink. "Figured you might when you sent the pic of your dress." Emine might operate at a million miles an hour, but somehow she manages to have the essentials on her at all times. "Did you see mom yet? She looks amazing. Is it weird that I hope she goes home with someone?" She wrinkles her nose, "Or at least talks to someone. Would be a start." The fact that their father is floating around somewhere makes her particularly protective of their mother. Gen looks stunning and Emine thinks that she should have someone (other than her daughters) recognize that. @rviner

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escape room

felix ranstrom, isabella belcourt and emine nazik @ofwrxth

Obviously, Felix was going to take an escape room seriously. A very spiritual metaphor was at stake. Being trapped with only his mind as a way of escape. Naturally, he fell into a more serious demeanor, focusing on the first clue they could find while hearing the slight stirring of mischievous chuckles following Emine and Bella through the room. "Here's one." he perked up, grabbing an ancient tablet and clearing his throat. "I am the key to the past, present, and future, yet I never speak. What am I?" he read aloud, brows furrowing as he took a brief pause to consider the riddle. He was on the brink of an epiphany when, with the unison of a well rehearsed choir, Bella and Emine chimed "CLOCK!" an exclamation that instantly brought a smirk to Felix's face as he blinked at them. "Time." he corrected, but his words were instantly lost to the sound of their laughter. He fought his own, watching them for a moment with an amused glint in his eye. "Wonderful. It's started already. On the first clue." Felix accepted that the hysterics would linger, sighing slightly as he tried to find the perfect moment between their breaths to speak. "Can you...please, by all means, take all the time you need...but...can you laugh and look for something relating to... time?"

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@ofwrxth bella x emine - apartment

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"Are you sure you've had enough to eat?" Bella asks, arm around her friend as they clamber into their apartment, waving the burrito near Emine's face in case she wants another bite. "And water?" once it was obvious the night was over, Bella's kept her wits about her, grabbing them water bottles and food before the ride home so there wasn't a purse puke incident. She's not entirely sober herself, but she's certainly more sober than Emine and Felix, watching as he's already wandered ahead and into her bedroom with a confused expression as his figure disappears. "Ah, couch!" she calls before feeling Emine peel from her arm to go to the living room. "Not you, you're with me." she corrects, taking Emine's hand as she then takes those instructions literally and veers towards her bedroom too. "No, not with me but you're staying with me right now. Until we get to your room." Bella laughs, hands moving to Emine's shoulders to shuffle her in the other direction. "Okay, we got this. Just a few more steps."

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+ BELLA /COMMS

"No, no, please, go on." Emine waves a hand, swiveling in her seat as she tries not to laugh at Bella's expression. "I'm listening. I'm just waiting for the part where you say you didn't expect it to happen," she twists in the chair again, clearing her throat. "You know, like how you didn't expect it to happen with Armand." Emine gives her best friend a knowing look, nodding at her to continue. @rviner

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+ BELLA / TUSCANY

"Okay, hold on. I can do better," Emine laughs, twisting wet hair back and into a tie as she stands at the deep end of the pool. It's early morning and both had managed to get up earlier than most of the Villa. The cook had prepared breakfast for them which now sits half eaten on a table under shade as the girls make use of the pool. It's like their kids again, seeing who can do the best poses as they jump into the water, laughter in abundance between them. "Alright, writing at a desk." Emine repeats the earlier prompt with a laugh. "I got this." One. Two. Three. She jumps, doing her best to execute the post before landing in the water with a laugh. Once she swims to the surface, she nods to Bella, "Rock climbing," she gives the other witch the challenge, climbing out and sitting on the edge to watch her. @rviner

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+ BELLA / BEMINE APARTMENT

Today is a good day. Emine keeps telling herself as much as the hours pass. From cleaning the apartment, today is a good day, to doing her pile of laundry that had accumulated over the past few weeks, today is a good day. To avoiding the photo album on her phone that keeps popping up, today is a good day, to walking an extra fifteen minutes to avoid her sister's building on the way to Trader Joe's, today is a good day, to cooking dinner for herself and Bella, today is a good day. Because it is. It has to be. It will be. She tells herself over and over again. Because there's no other option. She has to keep moving. Keep doing.

And it turns out to be true when she sees Bella glide into their apartment. Emine had taken a look at her location to see that she was on her way home so by the time she arrives, dinner's already plated and their show is paused, ready to go. But before they can start it, and the entire time Bella's shuffled around the apartment, from changing to get her wine, Emine gives her a narrowed-eyed gaze. Suspicious of the smile that seems to remain glued to her best friend's face.

So just when Bella reaches for the remote, Emine snatches it away, pointing her fork at the other witch. "Nope. No Planet Earth until you spill. Right. Now." She doesn't think she even has to say what she's talking about, because the smile is still there, and it causes one to emerge on Emine's face as well. "Tell me what's happened." @rviner

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Bella: Howl?🐺🐺🐺 Bella: Oh! Bella: You're there!? Bella: I'm in my jammies!!! Aaaa Bella: Ok hold on Bella: Give me like 30 mins Bella: 40 maybe Bella: I'll text you when I'm on the way! Bella: LOVE YOU Bella: A LOT Bella: GOTTA FIND CLOTHES OKAY LOVE YOU

EMINE – BELLA

Emine: Howl 🐺 Emine: Now. Emine: Fe n mE Emine: Stairz. Emine: UPP. Staz. Emine: Srz Emine: Starz ✨ Emine: HOWl Emine: love Emine: U Emine: i lvoe ouy Emine: LOUVE uYuouuu Emine: HOWWWWWLLLLLLL 🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

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"Stop what?" Emine holds up her free hand in mock-innocence. "I call it like I se it," she grins, knowing that her sister's ability to take compliments was about as good as her own and one could easily forget they were raised by the Genevieve Westwood. "Anyway," she wrinkles her nose, "I'm not. I just do extended loans." Emine grins. "Besides, I think you still have that Valentino bag of mine. But honestly, it looks cuter when you wear it," and sharing hasn't really been an issue for the girls. Growing up, there was no one she'd want to share with more than Bella. Things haven't changed much. Except now their shared items were designer, and they were talking about them at a gala in casino where millions are being spent. "Yeah, makes me feel less...frivolous? Not that I'm judging," she is... a bit. "But I'm not very good at betting anyway," Emine laughs, "ironic considering work but, ya know." She shrugs, making her away to the machines with her sister.

"Oh yeah, definitely, we'll have to corner them all. Tyler can take the picture. And then be in a selfie or something." Emine toggles a handle to see how it works before nodding. "Yeah, I think Rosie's happy too...kinda more relaxed? You know, as relaxed as she can be." She says fondly of their cousin who's competitive lifestyle meant that relaxation often took a backseat. "I mean, you know, she's still like...a woman," Emine giggles, lowering her voice in turn, "it might not be the worst thing...especially since we're always all over. Even a casual boyfriend could be fun for her. Something low key." She suggests for their mom. "Or that," the Westwood cackles, "drawing them too! I can't believe she did that."

"Oh, stop." Bella laughs but wrinkles her nose at the compliment, nudging her sister back lightly. She nods along to Emine's promise, moving her head languidly as she grins. "I believe ya! No doubts here whatsoever. You're definitely not a wardrobe thief." she teases, but ultimately would happily let Emine raid her closest even if none of it is returned. She glances to the machines with a thoughtful expression before linking her arm through her sister's to head over. "I think the fruit machine is probably the best place to start, actually. Seems more like a game?" Bella shrugs before she laughs. "Like an iPad but for adults."

When they reach the first free machine, Bella is glancing it over to try and work out how to use it. "Oh, that will be cute! I still have the one from last year as my lock screen, it needs updating." she says, waving her clutch instead of opening it to fetch her phone. "Tyler can be in it too, but on the side or something." her laugh is well meaning about their cousins new relationship. "He seems really sweet, right?" Bella doesn't harbor any judgment for the fast pace, she doesn't exactly have a right to. The mention of Raya makes an involuntary yikes expression move over Bella's features, more so because of the types of men on there. "I can't believe I'm even saying this but I guess for like...hook ups? That's not a bad idea." her voice quietens and a laugh escapes her. "Honestly? I think we need a vacation, you saw what she was like with Italian men." Bella chuckles.

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"No, it's perfect." Emine swats her sister affectionately. "Besides, nothing is really low key when you're wearing it, Bells." Said with a nod of authority before grinning at the compliment. "Okay, rude." She laughs, "I will definitely give them back...at some point." Emine promises with openly crossed fingers and a wink. "Oh God, yeah, we probably should? And then we could try the slot machine with the fruit," she suggests with a grin. "Feels lower stakes in case we bomb?" Which is almost inevitable considering how easily the two sisters fall into laughter when they're supposed to be serious.

"Either way," she pats her clutch, "I gotchya covered. Good call from Rosie. I saw that too. And arancini with marinara." Emine informs Bella, shifting slightly as a server with champagne flits past. "Yes, it's the perfect color on her. We'll have to get a picture of the three of us. Rosie, Wyn and Mari too. That'd be cute." A new family photo. "Obviously they'd have to be respectable." Emine nods, glancing around as though she might catch sight of their dad. "But I think it'd be cute. I was honestly thinking," she lowers her voice, "maybe we should get her on Raya? Like...just for her to see that there's a ton of people who'd fawn over her. Not that she needs anyone, of course, but, you know." Emine lifts her shoulders and tucks back a strand of hair, "we travel, and Wyn has Mari...might be good, or at least fun for her?" As ever, concern for their mother is at the forefront of the girls' minds.

"Aw, thank you! Do you think? It feels a little...lowkey." Bella wrinkles her nose as she glances to some of the glamerous dresses this evening, one of which her sister wears. "You look absolutely gorgeous." she says, glancing down to the dress with another nod of approval but she laughs about the shoes. "Probably never, I stopped keeping an inventory, so. It's your lucky day." she teases. "Or, night. If you wanted to place some bets?" it's no surprise that Bella doesn't have the most enthusiasm for gambling but maybe one game wouldn't hurt.

A laugh escapes for Emine's preparation, giving her sister a thankful smile. "I'm trying not to jinx it, so I'm not gonna say I won't need them...or that I will." she chuckles. "Rosie saw a tray of red wine go down so, I need to be alert." she flicks her fingers from her eyes to the crowd, feigning her hyper awareness for any collisions. "Not yet, but she sent a photo of the dress. The lilac? She always looks so good." which is an understatement, Bella thinks. Genevieve just has this magnetic way that, truthfully, she could wear a trash bag and still look stunning. But, Emine's pondering about their mom getting a date makes Bella burst out in a quick laugh. "I was thinking the same thing!" particularly when she saw their father among the guests. As much as she loves him, it may do David Westwood some good to see Genevieve receiving the adoration she deserves. "As long as they're respectable, obviously. I don't wanna think about...the end of a date or something."

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Emine can't keep track of where one joke ends and the other begins. Laughter comes in a wave and she welcomes it. Even less than sober, she seems to know that she needs to hold onto this moment as long as she can. That every second spent laughing with her best, dearest friend was special. And so she lets the wave of hysterics take her far away, cackling as they do the pose they'd long since imitated as kids. "Or, or," she struggles to catch her breath, "Kim Possible." Emine hums the theme song, pretending to grab her imaginary beeper. "Call me, beep meeee" she sings between a hiccup and another round of giggles.

It's impossible to see, let alone walk straight but somehow Bella manages to pull her onto the bed anyway. "I don't know! It's a pirate. Arggg. That's how you sound." Emine replies, flopping halfway onto Bella as she attempts to wriggle onto her bed. "You used to love playing pirates." She nods, feeling exhaustion sweeping away the laughter slowly but surely. Still, she can't help the smirk that works it's way onto her face as she peeps an eye open at Bella. "Are you gonna show your tiddies to Felix?" She giggles again, just in time for the shirt to hit her in the face. With a snort, Emine somehow manages to wiggle into it, nodding. "Yeah, I got it." She sighs, head hitting her pillow with a finality to the night. But she she still finds the energy to add, "I love you forever, Bells." Before drifting off into sleep.

END.

Bella's laughter muffles as Emine squeezes her cheeks, sending the noise to reverberate from her chest as an almighty string of laughter. It's always been the same way with one another. As just young girls they decided to be best friends. And then decided to always be. It was as simple as that but also special as that, too. And even if Bella's heart twists for Emine's pain, it also twists with love for her. At how bright everything can be when around one another. "Totally Spies!" Bella's ecstatic voice joins with Emine's and she forms a pose completely from muscle memory for their favorite show as children. "Here we goooo, here we goo!" she sings out with a cackle.

Emine's room is full of their laughter as they stumble around, nothing even making sense but tickling the two of them into stitches. "A pirate!?" Bella shrills out with more cackles, head flopping back as her hands come together in a weak clap. "What was it supposed to be!?" she has tears in her eyes while struggling to help Emine to bed. "Arrrggg, shiver me timbers!" she growls, making her finger a hook before she pulls back bed covers and guides Emine to them. "Okay, I love you very much, very very much but I do not want to see your tiddies. Again." she declares, laughing louder as she turns and fishes out a comfortable oversized tee for her friend and tosses it over her shoulder with hopes of Emine catching it. "Did you get it!?"

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Bella's laughter muffles as Emine squeezes her cheeks, sending the noise to reverberate from her chest as an almighty string of laughter. It's always been the same way with one another. As just young girls they decided to be best friends. And then decided to always be. It was as simple as that but also special as that, too. And even if Bella's heart twists for Emine's pain, it also twists with love for her. At how bright everything can be when around one another. "Totally Spies!" Bella's ecstatic voice joins with Emine's and she forms a pose completely from muscle memory for their favorite show as children. "Here we goooo, here we goo!" she sings out with a cackle.

Emine's room is full of their laughter as they stumble around, nothing even making sense but tickling the two of them into stitches. "A pirate!?" Bella shrills out with more cackles, head flopping back as her hands come together in a weak clap. "What was it supposed to be!?" she has tears in her eyes while struggling to help Emine to bed. "Arrrggg, shiver me timbers!" she growls, making her finger a hook before she pulls back bed covers and guides Emine to them. "Okay, I love you very much, very very much but I do not want to see your tiddies. Again." she declares, laughing louder as she turns and fishes out a comfortable oversized tee for her friend and tosses it over her shoulder with hopes of Emine catching it. "Did you get it!?"

Despite the haze of substances clouding her mind, Emine can think clearly enough to know that she loves Bella. That her best friend's presence is one of the few things keeping her afloat these past weeks. That if anyone understands the shock of sudden loss, and the wave of unexpected grief that comes from it, it's Bella. And that if anyone knows how to make her laugh until her ribs ache and her lungs scream for air, it's Bella. She cackles at the dance, mimicking the other witch's motions poorly, arms flailing as she laughs brightly.

"No, no, it's cute! You're cute." She squishes Bella's cheeks affectionately, a laugh on her lips as she presses a kiss to her friend's nose. "Like a lil baby. Baby Bella Bean." Emine's giggles grow more pronounced as their nonsenses continues and they stumble into her room. "Yeah!" She declares excitedly, catching her breath as they slump into each other. "Spies! Like," the witch hiccups, "Totally spies." A childhood show they'd spent hours enacting in the attic of their parent's homes, pretending they were on grand adventures saving the world. Now, it seems the grand adventure is simply saving each other. Helping the other keep their head above water.

Emine hardly knows which way is up as they stumble and trip through her room to the bed. The night's exhaustion is catching up with her as she slumps to the ground beside her bed when Bella flops onto it. "You're not scary scary. Cute scary. Like Arrggg! Scary." Emine suggests, laughter on her lips. "Not like pirate either. I don't know why that sounded like one," she cries with mirth, reaching for Bella's hand as her friend reaches for hers, eyes brimming with tears of laughter, "Promise me you'll survive! Never let go!"

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Despite the haze of substances clouding her mind, Emine can think clearly enough to know that she loves Bella. That her best friend's presence is one of the few things keeping her afloat these past weeks. That if anyone understands the shock of sudden loss, and the wave of unexpected grief that comes from it, it's Bella. And that if anyone knows how to make her laugh until her ribs ache and her lungs scream for air, it's Bella. She cackles at the dance, mimicking the other witch's motions poorly, arms flailing as she laughs brightly.

"No, no, it's cute! You're cute." She squishes Bella's cheeks affectionately, a laugh on her lips as she presses a kiss to her friend's nose. "Like a lil baby. Baby Bella Bean." Emine's giggles grow more pronounced as their nonsenses continues and they stumble into her room. "Yeah!" She declares excitedly, catching her breath as they slump into each other. "Spies! Like," the witch hiccups, "Totally spies." A childhood show they'd spent hours enacting in the attic of their parent's homes, pretending they were on grand adventures saving the world. Now, it seems the grand adventure is simply saving each other. Helping the other keep their head above water.

Emine hardly knows which way is up as they stumble and trip through her room to the bed. The night's exhaustion is catching up with her as she slumps to the ground beside her bed when Bella flops onto it. "You're not scary scary. Cute scary. Like Arrggg! Scary." Emine suggests, laughter on her lips. "Not like pirate either. I don't know why that sounded like one," she cries with mirth, reaching for Bella's hand as her friend reaches for hers, eyes brimming with tears of laughter, "Promise me you'll survive! Never let go!"

"Of course I do! I'm the best!" Bella tries to keep the exact tone, even if the impersonation breaks with laughter and she ends up sounding like Christopher Walken. Neither of them can breathe through the laughter and Bella cherishes the sound of true mirth coming from Emine. She knows first hand that right now is the darkest part of the grief, the confusing and all consuming black and yet her friend still manages to be a bright light throughout it. It's the side of Emine she never wants to see diminish and Bella hopes it never will. And just like that, the hysterics become silent at Emine's attempt. "I guess, we're both just the best, that's fine. Two people can be the best at something." Bella joins in, her impersonation being punctuated by a dance.

The apartment is now witness to their nonsense, Bella flopping into Emine with more laughter where she can't keep upright. "Belly Bean! That sounds horrible!" she gasps out. "No, Emine the Bean is cute! Like you, because you're Emine the bean." she pats her friend's head. "Belly bean sounds like something in a belly button." Bella cackles, unable to even stand straight with Emine's pose because her words now are just a mumble. "That's spies!" she takes a deep breath, struggling to breathe.

There's tears in her eyes now, Bella sniffing as if she's been sobbing her heart out but they're from pure joy as she moves to her feet, letting down her bun so it can't scare her again in the mirror. "I don't want a scary bun." she laughs, using the bed as leverage to get her up and now comes the attempt at helping Emine to her feet again. Reaching out to her friend in a dramatic stretch of arms, fingers splaying like she's reaching for Emine from the side of a boat. Something Bella notices instantly. "Jack!" she gasps. "Don't let go Jack!"

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"Of course I do! I'm the best!" Bella tries to keep the exact tone, even if the impersonation breaks with laughter and she ends up sounding like Christopher Walken. Neither of them can breathe through the laughter and Bella cherishes the sound of true mirth coming from Emine. She knows first hand that right now is the darkest part of the grief, the confusing and all consuming black and yet her friend still manages to be a bright light throughout it. It's the side of Emine she never wants to see diminish and Bella hopes it never will. And just like that, the hysterics become silent at Emine's attempt. "I guess, we're both just the best, that's fine. Two people can be the best at something." Bella joins in, her impersonation being punctuated by a dance.

The apartment is now witness to their nonsense, Bella flopping into Emine with more laughter where she can't keep upright. "Belly Bean! That sounds horrible!" she gasps out. "No, Emine the Bean is cute! Like you, because you're Emine the bean." she pats her friend's head. "Belly bean sounds like something in a belly button." Bella cackles, unable to even stand straight with Emine's pose because her words now are just a mumble. "That's spies!" she takes a deep breath, struggling to breathe.

There's tears in her eyes now, Bella sniffing as if she's been sobbing her heart out but they're from pure joy as she moves to her feet, letting down her bun so it can't scare her again in the mirror. "I don't want a scary bun." she laughs, using the bed as leverage to get her up and now comes the attempt at helping Emine to her feet again. Reaching out to her friend in a dramatic stretch of arms, fingers splaying like she's reaching for Emine from the side of a boat. Something Bella notices instantly. "Jack!" she gasps. "Don't let go Jack!"

Emine cackles at Bella's impersonation. She snorts with mirth as her best friend executes the hand motions with perfection. "You always," she gasps for air, swatting at Bella, "always do best orange man," she ekes out, wiping tears from her eyes. These are a stark difference from the oceans she's seemed to have cried in the past weeks. They're welcome and warm and full of the sort of senseless joy that comes with being in Bella's company. It's the type of hysterics brought on by easy amusement and a bond that's kept them together since the could barely walk. "But Bella," she clears her throat, trying to do mimic as well. "Bella is wonderful. A nice girl. A very nice girl if I do say so myself." She hiccups and bursts into another bout of laughter.

Her ribs hurt from laughing so much, but it's a comfort. Bella is a comfort. Even with the new moniker Bella gives her. "Fine, but I can only be Emine the Bean if you are a," she searches for the pun, feeling it on the tip of her tongue. It's fuzzy for a second before her eyes brighten. "You are a Belly bean," she giggles, hand flying to her hair at the same time as Bella's as new giggles burst forth. "We could do the," she gives wobbly pose, miming being back to back. "Like on magazines!" Emine exclaims, trying to get back up as laughter and gravity keeps them down.

Without knowing why they're dropping to the ground, she follows suit, gasping as well. She blinks at her friend for a moment, catching sight of her bun's shadow and then the witch doubles over again. In this moment, trying to catch her breath, it feels like nothing has changed. They could be the same two girls from two years ago. Before death knocked on their doors. Emine reaches out to pat down Bella's bun, cackling as it bounces back and the shadow moves with it. "Your bun!" She snickers, "it's alive!"

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Emine cackles at Bella's impersonation. She snorts with mirth as her best friend executes the hand motions with perfection. "You always," she gasps for air, swatting at Bella, "always do best orange man," she ekes out, wiping tears from her eyes. These are a stark difference from the oceans she's seemed to have cried in the past weeks. They're welcome and warm and full of the sort of senseless joy that comes with being in Bella's company. It's the type of hysterics brought on by easy amusement and a bond that's kept them together since the could barely walk. "But Bella," she clears her throat, trying to do mimic as well. "Bella is wonderful. A nice girl. A very nice girl if I do say so myself." She hiccups and bursts into another bout of laughter.

Her ribs hurt from laughing so much, but it's a comfort. Bella is a comfort. Even with the new moniker Bella gives her. "Fine, but I can only be Emine the Bean if you are a," she searches for the pun, feeling it on the tip of her tongue. It's fuzzy for a second before her eyes brighten. "You are a Belly bean," she giggles, hand flying to her hair at the same time as Bella's as new giggles burst forth. "We could do the," she gives wobbly pose, miming being back to back. "Like on magazines!" Emine exclaims, trying to get back up as laughter and gravity keeps them down.

Without knowing why they're dropping to the ground, she follows suit, gasping as well. She blinks at her friend for a moment, catching sight of her bun's shadow and then the witch doubles over again. In this moment, trying to catch her breath, it feels like nothing has changed. They could be the same two girls from two years ago. Before death knocked on their doors. Emine reaches out to pat down Bella's bun, cackling as it bounces back and the shadow moves with it. "Your bun!" She snickers, "it's alive!"

Even though neither of them are no strangers to sappy drunken rambles, it's not alcohol that propels the affection. Bella's laughter rings out, right from the very depths of her heart for Emine. "No, no. I love you times amiglion!" she returns, trying to force her voice into a certain President's tone, hand movements matching. "Emine Sadık-" the last part of her name is a hiccup but Bella presses on with the impersonation. "Very good friend, very best friend. The best. No one makes friends the way Emine makes a friend, we got the best friend here, no one can compare."

And from there everything is a fit of giggles, from the whisper to Emine's point which Bella tries to swat away as her laughter becomes an uncontrollable hissing sound. "Emine the Bean is so cute though!" Bella announces, a bit of her spit flying to Emine's hair. She knows they both saw it, making a wide eyed look of horror as she wipes her hand over Emine's hair. They don't even need to say anything before there's more laughter, and somewhere in Bella's realm of responsible thoughts is a determination fighting for it's life to get her friend to bed.

"Bella the Bean and Emine the Bean! We could...have our own show." she laughs once she's composed herself enough, which only lasts for a few seconds before they're on the floor again and in hysterics. As Bella leans up, the knock of Emine's head into hers makes her cackle out. "Ow-a!" she exclaims, hand reaching up to her temple but the noise comes to an abrupt end when she catches sight of a shadow in the mirror. A startled gasp leaves her, Bella dropping flat again in fear. "Wait, oh my God!" she clutches onto Emine, leaning up and seeing the shadow yet again. "Oh it's..." but it moves again. "Wait, no I'm still scared!" she gasps, before a movement of her head indicates the shadow is nothing more than her space bun, Bella laughing out even louder than before. "It was my hair!"

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Even though neither of them are no strangers to sappy drunken rambles, it's not alcohol that propels the affection. Bella's laughter rings out, right from the very depths of her heart for Emine. "No, no. I love you times amiglion!" she returns, trying to force her voice into a certain President's tone, hand movements matching. "Emine Sadık-" the last part of her name is a hiccup but Bella presses on with the impersonation. "Very good friend, very best friend. The best. No one makes friends the way Emine makes a friend, we got the best friend here, no one can compare."

And from there everything is a fit of giggles, from the whisper to Emine's point which Bella tries to swat away as her laughter becomes an uncontrollable hissing sound. "Emine the Bean is so cute though!" Bella announces, a bit of her spit flying to Emine's hair. She knows they both saw it, making a wide eyed look of horror as she wipes her hand over Emine's hair. They don't even need to say anything before there's more laughter, and somewhere in Bella's realm of responsible thoughts is a determination fighting for it's life to get her friend to bed.

"Bella the Bean and Emine the Bean! We could...have our own show." she laughs once she's composed herself enough, which only lasts for a few seconds before they're on the floor again and in hysterics. As Bella leans up, the knock of Emine's head into hers makes her cackle out. "Ow-a!" she exclaims, hand reaching up to her temple but the noise comes to an abrupt end when she catches sight of a shadow in the mirror. A startled gasp leaves her, Bella dropping flat again in fear. "Wait, oh my God!" she clutches onto Emine, leaning up and seeing the shadow yet again. "Oh it's..." but it moves again. "Wait, no I'm still scared!" she gasps, before a movement of her head indicates the shadow is nothing more than her space bun, Bella laughing out even louder than before. "It was my hair!"

Emine cackles when Bella shrieks with laughter, a sound that's followed her throughout her entire life. Both of them like two peas in a pod from the very moment they met. Somewhere, in the back of her foggy mind, Emine knows that she wouldn't be able to keep her head above water without Bella and for that, she's eternally grateful. "Apart'mon," she giggles loudly, smiling as the other witch pats her head. "I love you times a miglion, Bells," she nods despite the spinning hallway, before bursting into laughter at Felix's looming figure.

"It's the slenderman," comes the stage whisper, followed by a fit of giggles at Felix's pronouncement. "I only wanna be lesbean with you," she says, pressing a kiss to Bella's cheek before they struggle to their feet. "I will!" Emine swears left right and center, before pointing towards the kitchen. "I don't think he will," she cackles as they stumble to her room. Like one of those relay races at school, except their feet aren't tied together. But they still struggle to walk straight, Emine humming at the description of her bed. "So comfy. But doooon't call me that! It won't end."

It'll catch like fire and then there'll be nothing Emine can do. "You are Bella the bean then. BBB. Bella the Bean Belcourt." She giggles before a squeal escapes when they go toppling into her room, landing on the fluffy rug. Once more, laughter takes hold and Emine struggles to catch her breath, one hand flung over her diaphragm, the other swatting Bella's arm. "I can't ––" she gasps, "breathe," Emine declares, trying to roll over so she can push herself upright. "So close, but" she wheezes, looking to her bed, "so far." She snorts, rolling into Bella so their heads knock together, sending them into another fit of nonsense.

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"Well, you said it, not me," Emine quips with a smirk before the comms crackle again. She spins around in her chair and shrugs. "It's a compliment. People always think they can bowl you over 'cause you're nice. But they don't realize who they're dealing with," she praises with a nod. She's always admired that about Bella. She was planted like a tree with ancient roots. Even when the storm comes, she stands firm.

The witch's gaze follows her friend's, doing the same to make sure they're alone and her mouth pulls into a frown. "That's bullshit." Emine asserts before sighing, flopping back into her seat and grabbing a pen to mess with. "I get it. Like outsiders and everything but we're surrounded by outsiders? Facts should come first." And if Felix didn't do anything, then he shouldn't be punished for existing. She considers Bella's words for a minute. "There are the Murphy's? They seem nice...but they might be wondering why we wouldn't want to keep him if he's been around this long and then...we had a change of heart?" She frowns again, nodding. "It's not easy because he's a person too...and maybe they've stopped seeing that."

It would be easier if he didn't have feelings, or connections to their pack. And now to Bella. Emine doesn't want to see her best friend hurt by any of this either. "I don't think those vikings really care what we think anyway. I can see how they'd've been useful to get information from but...I wonder how much was actually gotten before they were gone anyway. Doesn't seem like it was worth it really..." the witch exhales a puff of air and scoots her chair closer to Bella's. "If you turned into a frog, you'd have to turn me into one too." She nudges her shoulder affectionately, "we'd sit on the lily pad together."

END.

Bella always finds it refreshing, the way her and Emine can view things differently and yet their similarities are what threads unwavering respect through their friendship. Emine is a good person, a fundamental trait that Bella will always admire. "That's the nicest way anyone's ever called me a stubborn bitch." she grins to her friend's words, teasing and purely amused but her smile is genuinely appreciative. Bella wishes to hear every thought Emine has, trusting the other witch deeply. A trust that spans years and a childhood, and even if Emine were to announce a strict view against Felix, Bella would listen.

Her nod is as appreciative as her smile, and Bella glances through the room as if to check their privacy. "I have a feeling they're going to get him to leave, Emine. Just from what Seb and Percy have said, they see him as a threat. If he did or didn't do it." she tells her friend, barely thinking it's a secret anymore from the harsh glares Felix has earned himself. "And I'm trying to think of what could be a middle ground. Like...maybe I need to talk to some wolf packs? Carefully, obviously." she sighs because that would bring a greater risk. "Maybe seeing if there's any that would take him. I don't..." she sighs again with stress then, hearing how it's a dull idea. "See what I mean? This isn't easy." Bella chuckles.

"I don't really know how I'd feel if he did. Because it could have risked a lot but...I didn't even agree with them being there anyways, or how they were treated." she adds in a mumble because that's a whole other kettle of fish. Bella aware it sounds as if she's soft, or naive about the destruction from the hands of the army. She draws in a deep breath, giving a large shrug of her shoulders. "I'm so glad I'm not the oldest because having to think like this all the time if I became the high witch, I think I'd actually turn myself into a frog from the stress and just sit on a lillypad all day."