aren't you sick of sleeping alone*[MAGNUS]

[becca]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane

oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

Becca had never been in here while she was alive. The outside just never looked appealing enough for her. Now it turns out that it was pretty easy to just slip through the walls. Though on occasion, she found herself going to go through the wall and then actually hitting the wall. Becca could never tell when she was solid and when she was still invisible. It was as if her body just decided without letting her know when she was known to the rest of the world. She hadn’t yet been able to control it. Or even come close to it. It was like trying to wiggle your ears when trying to watch someone else do it. It was possible for some people, but no muscles were attached to the ear to make them move. Or what she knew of. She didn’t know how Fletcher managed to be so happy and sprite when he was a ghost. She spent most of her times breaking into tears with no one there to hear here.

Well there was someone, wasn’t there? The man that saved her life. When he first heard her speak, she thought she was going to die of happiness. The irony message all of that together. So she supposed he didn’t actually save him ‘saved her life’ but he saved her from hours of torture before her death. It was kind of nice. Still, she wasn’t sure when he was going to be able to see her. At the moment, she was pretty sure that she was solid by the looks she was getting. People were actually looking her in the eye as opposed to over her head because they sensed something was there, but wasn’t sure if it was there or not. People in the black rose made her stand out. Most people were dressed in dark clothes that fit the scenery of this little whatever it was. Becca wasn’t even sure what made her come here. She didn’t really have a plan or thought before she died. Why would that ever changed before?

She bit her bottom lip as she went and sat down at a table. Okay, this was her solid proof that she was… well solid. Being able to sit down at a stool and someone come up to ask her for a drink was one. She ordered something, not yet having the guts to find out if she was able to do this. Was she even able to get drunk? Oh, she hoped so. Becca remembered Fletcher drinking, but it never occurred her to ask that question. Out of all the questions that she asked him that day, it would make sense that she asked that one. She asked every other one. It was lucky that she paid attention to the answers. Now she at least knew a little bit instead of popping into this new world completely clueless. Becca sighed and bit her finger, trying to think of something else without having to get all these thoughts into her head. It wasn’t right.

That was when she noticed a bright color in this dark room. Everyone around here, including the walls and the tables, was pretty dark. Becca still wasn’t sure what this place was, but it served drinks. This was probably among the first times she went up and talked to someone. With a very swift motion so swift she thought she may have become a ghost again. But it had only been her imagination. She landed solidly. Her drink was in hand as she came up to the stranger, trying her best to be the pink haired faerie Becca. She could try, couldn’t she? ”And why is a handsome guy like you sitting by yourself?” That came out of her mouth before she even had time to think about it.

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: Tell me if I need to change anything <3

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[MAGNUS RENLY HARCOURT]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0.

[atrb=border,0,true] Magnus simply sat in the corner, lights more dimmed there as he simply ordered a few drinks, not exactly wanting to be in Manuka any longer. What was the point really? His biological father had made a fool out of him in some of the town’s residents and from what he had heard, rumors tend to travel quickly which meant he’d already have a bad reputation to begin with. Magnus downed the first drink that was laid out before him, wondering how things could get worse, but he knew better than to ask that question. That question usually led to unwanted and even worse situations, at least from what he had experienced. He had been so certain he would get something out of meeting his father. An apology, a sincere one. He just simply only felt even more hurt by everything and instead of being stronger, he ended up feeling more weak and more alone than he ever had. And why is a handsome guy like you sitting by yourself? He looked up from his second drink a bit surprised someone sought him out again, just like that time where he had met Katarina a week ago. Perhaps he was not as alone as he thought, but he certainly did not have anyone with him. He wondered why a beautiful girl like the one before him wanted anything to do with a quiet, dark, and depressed individual like him. He let his eyes move over the pink and the blue in her hair, taking in her face for a moment. ”I’m not really by myself anymore, am I?” He smirked then, adjusting his expression and his tone to sound completely normal, as if nothing was wrong. His eyes gleamed at her as he simply took a drink of his second. ”Mmm, I don’t really think the question should be why you’d want to join someone who sits off in the dark?” He could not help but point it out slight with a grin, ”I’m just thinking about things.” He finally said, not really desiring to tell her about his personal situation, not wanting to put that on anyone else and not really wanting people to judge him for it. [/style][style=width: 450px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; float: right; position: relative; top: -40px; left: -58px; margin-bottom: -100px;]for my dearest emily <3.

[becca]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane

oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

Before she had died, she had been searching for every distraction in the book. It was the least that she could do after what happened to Fletcher. Her heart was broken and she wanted to find a way to make herself happy and preppy again. The only way to do that of course was through jumping from topic to topic more so than she usually did. Anyone that knew her knew something was seriously wrong with her when her ADD was more so than usual. No one really wanted to ask her though. Those that were brave enough often were met by a very defensive and pissed off faerie. She never wanted to think about it and even now, she still didn’t want to let it come to her mind. It was better than it had been, but still wasn’t good enough. What she found was the best distraction was one nighters. She wasn’t sure what kind of thrill there was by having sex a ton, but there was. Filled her up and made her spunky and made her feel important. It was strange, but she hardly questioned those things.

By first impression, she wouldn’t have thought of this man to be depressed. She should have, but Becca’s mind didn’t turn in that direction. At times, she was much like an innocent child when it came to emotions. She’d be able to know if she was a faerie- which is probably why she had never really paid attention before. Before, all the emotions just came to her mind. Now, she had to actually to look at all the signs. It was quite annoying and she had no idea how people managed to do it on a daily basis. If they could do it, then she was going to be able to do it in no time flat. It was actually knowing what to look for. If someone had that bright of colored hair, there was no possible way that they were sad. Becca always knew that looking in the mirror at her bright image always made her life sparkle all over again. It was the reason she kept it. She used to change her hair all the time, but the pink stuck forever and always.

He looked at her and smiled and Becca gave a friendly one back. It was just her duty in nature to go around rainbows and happiness. Unless you were a stubborn bitch like Becca was, then you deserved to get a punch right flat in the face no questions asked. Not girly girls. Just… bitches. Yes, those. ”Well yes. I’d be a sin for you to sit here by yourself! Thought I’d give you some company.” A small little mischief flowed through her voice. If someone didn’t know Becca properly, they might have sworn she was a prostitute with the way she acted and dressed. It didn’t really matter to her though. She wanted to be loved and adored, but if she couldn’t be, it was other people’s fault and they were going to be sad forever anyways. Her legs crossed as both of her hands put under her chin. Perhaps he was the type to fit in here, but all Becca knew was that she wanted to play with his hair. Without permission, she reached forward and put her fingers through his hair. A bad habit of hers was not really understanding ‘personal space.’

Pulling her hand away, she laughed at his question, as if it would have been obvious, ”People in the dark are those that need the most attention. People out in the sunlight already have the spotlight.” She said with a shrug. It wasn’t exactly the best motives of logic considering she was always in the sunlight (or at least she had been) but it was just going to have to work for her and everyone else around her. Logic wasn’t really something that comprehended well with this woman. She comprehended it as well as she did the simple command ‘no’. Last time someone told her that, she tilted her head and looked like a small puppy that was trying to understand what the human was trying to tell them. Puppies were just so cute. Becca noticed how quickly her mind darted and she rose a little with hope. That felt like the old Becca. The whole one that did as she pleased and needed nothing. Now it felt like she needed everything.

Now at his comment, most people would have nodded and went along with a different topic but almost without hesitation, she asked, ”What things?” She had been thinking about things too, but hopefully it had been a little different of things. Becca’s things lately weren’t very happy. They felt so hopeless. For all she knew, she could disappear right in front of this man and she would be chatting away, not realizing what just went on. It was going to take forever to figure all of it. Of course, she did have forever, didn’t she?

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: SO GOOD TO THREAD WITH YOU AGAIN 8D

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[MAGNUS RENLY HARCOURT]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0.

[atrb=border,0,true] Everything seemed all too bittersweet in this moment. Since he had been here this past week or two, he simply had found nothing but a certain depression. Of course, he had known quite a few people here already, but he had been controlled by a vampire and then drained. Only to be found by one of his other friends, which happened to be a girl. So of course he did not want to seem weak around her. Magnus had many one nighters before, but some of them tended to build into friendships and of course then they were women because Magnus did not swing the other way. The whole thing seemed to make him appear to be a womanizer, he just simply did not go looking for it though unless he really wanted a night to get distracted, although this could be one of those nights, his eyes resting on the woman in front of him. Why did she have to come over here just now? Why him? Everything seemed different and maybe she just had the intuition to know that he was depressed or he was just that obvious. Magnus thought about what he was and if he really fit in anywhere. A human and a fallen angel. Who gets that combination? He never had a chance to really be a guardian angel really because the human part of him caused him to care. He fell in love, but only once and he was not about to go that route again. Not too mention he was not all that kind in heart to begin with. He grew up in what he called his version of hell, but it was more his anger towards both of his parents, his father for not being there even though it was not his fault. His mother for not really telling him all of the information and twisting some of it to fit a story that would be somewhat less painful for her. If she had loved him, she would have told him the truth about his father. He wanted to believe she did, but as of right now it was getting harder and harder too everyday. ”Well yes, I’d be a sin for you to sit here by yourself! Thought I’d give you some company.” He smiled weakly, not caring to hide how he felt at the moment. ”Thank you,” He said softly, although she ought to know how accustomed he was to sitting alone, but he would not degrade her actions for his simple ‘sad’ story. The more and more he had dealt with his father, the less compulsive and more thoughtful he had become, the situation somehow humbling. He felt like for once he was doing the right thing and yet on some level he hated it. He wanted to rebel, to scream, to hurt someone, yet he could not. He was about to take a sip of a drink when she ran her fingers through his hair and simply let her, the action actually feeling comfortable. He had the image of his mother singing and brushing his hair back and he instantly pulled away from her hand. ”Sorry,” He sighed hating feeling like it was rude but he did not want to think of his mother and simply downed his glass, drowning his sorrows, but in truth, it only deepened them. ”People in the dark are those that need the most attention. People out in the sunlight already have the spotlight.” He listened to her and nodded, but wanted to tell her that some people didn’t want the attention. He perhaps was one of those people, but not in this moment. Magnus let his eyes wander over her hair, thinking about how she came over to him, the words she said and simply knew she was light as well. He just wondered how she suffered too because everyone had something eventually, no one was that perfect or that happy. He simply hoped that with her attempt to help him, he would not hurt her because he had a tendency to do that. ”Just be careful,” He said to her and added, ”Some people may not want to be helped, not saying that I am right now, but sometimes they aren’t afraid to hurt people like you, people who go out of their way to care about other people. Some of us are meant to stay in the dark.” He heard her question, simply wondering if he ought to spill it on her and stood up, ”I don’t want to talk about it out here, but if you want to listen you’ll have to go somewhere a bit more private. I don’t care where, you can choose if you want. I just don’t want other people knowing my personal life.” He said knowing it could sound bad, but just hoping she trusted him with this because somewhere deep down, he wanted to tell someone because that part of him was needing to let go of the situation. [/style][style=width: 450px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; float: right; position: relative; top: -40px; left: -58px; margin-bottom: -100px;]for my dearest emily <3.

[becca]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane

oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

The past faerie had always been bold. She was the one hopping from building roof to building roof to make excitement. Dare devil seemed like it was somewhat of an underestimate. Dare devil just wanted the excitement, but in the past, she had put harsh danger on her life. Emotionally, she hadn’t experienced anything until the ghost came in her life. She grew up as a spoiled brat with millions of dollars at her feet, throwing tantrums and screaming in markets. The entire thing. It was only until she entered real life where she discovered she wasn’t going to get what she wanted from that. Then the rest of her life had been a pocket full of sunshine. So she didn’t know how to handle it. She had no idea how to handle heartbreak. Loss. All of the things that she was going through now. The pink haired girl desperately needed a therapist, but listening to a ghost might but her in the insane asylum. She had never been there, but the rumor was they frowned upon escaped prisoners.

She wanted to grab his cheeks and put them into a large smile. Be happy man, you’re alive. Although for all she knew, he could have been another ghost that she was able to see. There were a couple of species that were ‘dead’ but for some reason, she felt like a ghost had to be the worse. There was also some bias opinion in that (as she had no idea the harsh penalties of falling from heaven or losing humanity while being an immortal). Still. Nothing was going to convince her otherwise. Becca had a hard time putting herself in someone else’s shoes. She didn’t see the entire ‘if you were them’. If she didn’t experience it, she didn’t understand it. Her mind was very narrow in that way, but it seemed to make up for the fact that she was rather accepting to everything. Whoever didn’t agree with her was silly, but she was going to accept it. Just as long as her bipolar part of her didn’t kick in. She could go from perky princess to raging vengeful queen in the manner of seconds.

He managed to give her a week smile and Becca studied him for as long as her mind could focus. What was going on? Beautiful man should be happy and wonderful. It was the law of life. Before she could ask him anything, she had been distracted by his hair, and then he was pulling away from her again. She sat there, puzzled. Her eyes darting across him as she looked a bit like a confused gazelle. ”It was so fluffy, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve got a thing for hair.” A swift wink followed as she didn’t point out to him that Becca really had a thing for everything. It depended on the person. Her favorite part about someone was usually an odd quirk. For Trace, she loved his eyes and neck. She just wanted to bury her face in it all the time. The thought of Trace made her shiver, so she went ahead and looked at something else. Particularly her glass and how it sparkled when it was empty. Not that it was empty now. She still had a ways to go. Could ghosts get drunk? She didn’t feel a change, but she always thought she didn’t feel a change until the next morning.

Her warning made her duck her head and laugh to herself. Oh he had no idea on the people that she tried to help. Now she was fearless. What else could people possible do to her? She was already dead. There was no way she was going to get killed again. With a chin on her hand, she smiled sweetly, ”How sweet of you. Everyone wants to be helped. Anyone who says otherwise is too blind to see it. Kind of like Stevie Wonder. Just the blind part, not the dark part.” She rambled, taking another drink and continuing back to her original point, ”Sometimes I like playing with fire. Other times, I can go to guys like you.” That was just her assuming that he was one of the good guys. She assumed everyone was good unless there was something completely obvious to change her mind. She trusted everyone, but it was the evil inside she didn’t trust. No, wait, she trusted everything. Where did that even come from. Shrugging to herself, though he hadn’t heard what was going on in her head, she swung her legs for a couple of moments.

To a bit of her surprise, he wasn’t the one to say no. He didn’t really say yes either. All she heard was the not saying no part. To most people, that would have been the giant warning of her not to go with him. He was asking for someone alone to a stranger. To Becca, she treated strangers and her bestest of friends the exact same way. Though she might be able to be hurt, she supposed getting a distraction was nice. This was also the same faerie that had burned herself for the hell of it. What boredom did to her. Never safe. Becca looked around at the other people around this place. It didn’t appear that any of them were paying attention, but she didn’t look at any long enough to tell. Not questioning his motive, she offered, ”Outside. It’s colder than the pole out there,” The pole referring to the north and south poles on the top of bottom of the earth, ”But I wouldn’t mind going to your place.” For so many different reasons. For one- he was sexy. Two- she wanted to hear the rest of the story. Three- fuck. She didn’t need a third one. One was enough. She had double that. There was no downside that she saw of either. The woman was crazy. No doubt about it.

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: <33333

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[MAGNUS RENLY HARCOURT]

Magnus had simply thought of when he was younger whether he had been spoiled or not. He had definitely not been spoiled as much as a brat sometimes. He had to admit he was a bit more aggressive and disrespectful than he needed to be to his mother. He had been frustrated with not knowing his father and with feeling like she wasn’t telling him the whole truth which he came found to be true. Maybe he would have been nicer, or perhaps he simply just should have been. Then again, he had never really learned until now to try to be nicer really, then again he had an issue that drove deeper than just simply wanting to be an ass. At least people would always be like why do you have to be such a big jerk? Well there was a reason why, unintentionally or not, he just simply acted the way he felt, one way or another.

It was so fluffy, I couldn’t help myself. He laughed softly then, seeing the wink as he just liked the girl before him, somehow making him laugh at the slightest small details. How could he really deny that her smile and pleasant nature was having its way with him. Then again, he had a feeling it would not take much for him to feel slightly better. ”Well if you want to touch it again, feel free. I don’t mind, but still be careful in the future. Don’t want someone freaking out on someone sweet like you,” he said softly just looking into her eyes. He could not get off her beauty which seemed to spread to her personality and honestly he could not be mean to such a nice individual. Maybe that’s all he needed was someone to be able to soften him a little and help ease his mind and emotions for a little while, even through a simple conversation.

Magnus listened to her and laughed softly at her last comment, ”I’m not always a nice guy, dear. I can’t be mean to you. You’re a sweetheart.” He admitted, although he would never physically hurt a woman, but he had gotten in his fair share of arguments and had done his fair share of heartbreaking before. He knew he had not been the nicest in his past and part of him knew that was partially how he was and if people could not handle him, it would be better off if they walked away. Then again there was this softer part to him that did want to be better, that would improve this other part of him in time. He then listened to her response to his invite, nodding, not planning on taking advantage of her, hoping she understood that, although if she did not, she could have very well said no.

He stood up then and began to guide her, ”Come on.” He said and walked out to his car and sat inside, waiting for her to get in. He really hated that he had to be so complicated with this situation and he could not really even talk about it in public, but he was persistent.

[becca]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane

oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

The man should laugh more often. It suited him. Though there was almost some kind of circle around his face that suggested the man was in pain, when he laughed or smiled, it went away a little bit. His features shinned the brightest. Becca believed that people looked best when they were happy. Along with a pound of makeup depending who it was (like herself) which was why she couldn’t think about her looks for very long. The more she thought about it, the more insecure she suddenly became. Her insides wanted to turn all the way out on the other side thinking about it. They reminded her that though she was smiling, she didn’t feel the same happiness she had when life had been simple. When she had her band behind her. When she was in love before the ghost moved onto the next world. Where the biggest problems she had were picking out what kind of cookie she wanted to cook. Now how was she even supposed to buy things? She remembered picking out desserts with Fletcher and when he turned invisible, everything had fallen from his hands. Except he had come right back. She couldn’t. On top of that, she had always felt the need to put a lot of makeup on so that all of her flawed features could be deeply hidden under the piles. Some people didn’t find that attractive, but Becca’s logic said it was because they didn’t see her otherwise.

So she kept her mind off of it. Her eyes peered instead of this stranger in front of her, forgetting that she still didn’t know his name except to be the beautiful stranger in front of her. He really didn’t even need a name, but it might be able to put something more to focus on instead of his face. No- wait. She’d obsess just as much. Ah well. Becca beamed when she was called sweet. She was sure she wasn’t as sweet as she used to be. Now she was a little darker against those who had done her wrong, but since he really wasn’t one of those people, he had nothing to fear at this moment. Nor would he, because he honestly sounded like the cutest thing. That was based on small first impressions. ”I’ll go all badass on them. They won’t even know what to do if they freaked out on me.” It seemed somehow wrong for someone like Becca to say that and still giggle and look super sweet on it. He seemed to be looking at her, and Becca tried her best to look her best, placing a hand on her chin and giving a small smile. It was the most she could do.

She didn’t see it. In many ways, Becca had stubborn opinions about people- even those she had only been talking to for a very small amount of time. She treated strangers like that the same way she treated her long life friends. Everyone always told her that it was going to be the death of her. Well surprise- it wasn’t. Part of her wondered if it would have been better. She wouldn’t have stayed behind. All the things she still had to do were pretty useless at this point. ”Oh, you’re such a gentleman.” A hint of teasing was in her voice, but overall, Becca believed it just by what she had officially labeled him as. There could be events to change her mind, sure, but in the end- it all worked out the way she thought. Whatever was subject to change, but as far as she saw it, this man was the biggest sweetheart although a little sad. And he was sexy as fuck. Two very important traits she looked for in a man. The assholes weren’t really her type. She tended to annoy them anyway.

That was something she was interested in. Becca perked and let her be lead all the way to his car, feeling suddenly giddier than ever. She didn’t exactly know what was going to happen or how it was going to happen, but it was more than she felt in what seemed like a long time. Interesting how a couple of spark of events could change the outlook of her night. That was why she was there, wasn’t it? It was the only thing about being a ghost that apparently didn’t all around suck forever. How was she supposed to live for all eternity like this? Becca wasn’t sure, but she had no other choice. Her pink hair flashed as she entered the car of the complete stranger, giving the moment to ask as she sat in his passenger’s seat, ”I’m Becca.” Leaning against the seat and liking the feel of something real there. That she wasn’t invisible for once. If only she were like this in front of others.

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: <33333

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[MAGNUS RENLY HARCOURT]

Magnus felt the emptiness taking over him, knowing these next few minutes would be painful, at least talking about his family. Maybe in the grand scheme of things, his situation was not that bad, but it was still something that affected him. Not having a father and having an emotional mother that did not much explain anything to him. Then to find out that the stereotypes did not even fit their situation and then that your father did not even really want you. Then again, he was not positive that his father did not want him. He was just extremely uncertain about everything now and most importantly, he knew he was wrong to have been so mean to his father, to assume he was a stereotype. He simply felt a certain ache now that he was not sure if could be repaired. All he wanted to do was get lost in alcohol or drugs all over again and he could feel a certain dark depression wrapping him up.

He laughed softly at Becca's words, "Mmm good. That's always a good solution." His words were teasing, but he admired her bluntness which he could get a taste of based on her words. He had a feeling they were meant to be playful, but at the same time he could feel a serious undertone. Magnus could tell she was stronger than most women or so he was feeling as if he was catching on. He definitely admired women who could be independent and strong like that. He hated being depended on completely and being clung to. Those 'relationships' did not last long for him. Maybe he really was that horrible with women, always constantly just using them. He sighed, everything seeming to eat away at him.

Magnus simply smirked at her words, "Oh why thank you." He had simply teased her in return in that moment then, smirking. "I'm Magnus," He said softly with a smile, nodding and then began to drive but he also began to talk. "My father well, at least what I thought was simple wasn't anymore, he sort of, well we both sort of hit it off on the wrong foot the other day. He had died before he had gotten to see me born. I thought he had left on his own choice, but my mother did not tell me any of this. Still I just feel like I expected some sort of satisfaction to come from seeing him, from talking to him, but turns out just the opposite happened," he explained, something even more saddening about his tone, his voice softer, a bit more vulnerable sounding.

[becca]

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backseat serenade dizzy hurricane

oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

When most people had to get something off of their chest, the person they went to usually wasn’t Becca. Not to say it didn’t happen, as look what was happening at that very moment, but it wasn’t usually very likely. With her personality, it didn’t seem like she even had the attention span to listen to someone rant that long. Cry that long. Whatever they needed to do to make themselves feel better that long. Becca had a hard enough time paying attention for a couple of sentences at a time. All of this thought process made sense. Sometimes she was like that when people needed her to calm down. However, at that moment, she was so excited to actually be there talking that she was paying attention more than she usually did. Plus, it was very easy just to fall into this man’s words. Even if they weren’t preppy and happy like she might have wanted them to. It was easy for her to just take someone’s cheeks and stretch it into a smile. Up to the point where she found herself dead, she hadn’t really felt a sad moment like that, so didn’t understand why others did it. It made more sense now. It broke her heart.

More laughing softly. It made her excited. Becca grinned back at him, not managing to keep very much from her lips, ”You know you look even sexier when you smile like that.” Flirting? Probably. For her, it was more like speaking whatever was coming out of her mouth. His hair, his eyes, his face, just his everything. She was very easily amused by people in general that when she found a beautiful like this one, she couldn’t get over it. It was as if they weren’t even real and her mind was just making it up. Becca wouldn’t have been surprised if that were the case. The chick was bat shit crazy enough. She was sure that she must have some sort of disease like bipolar disorder or ADHD. One of those that were very similar to each other anyway. By her mood swings, one of them might have just pointed and called it out as they saw it. However, what people didn’t know was that bipolar was switching moods over a long period of time for no reason at all. She could change within seconds by something shinny in the distance. Speaking of, there was a weird light that was reflecting off of them that was going to give her a headache soon.

Magnus. She was going to try her absolute best to remember that. She tried doing that with all names. The name rather stuck in her head for life forever and ever, or the next day the name would escape her. It was never in between. Her life had never been in between. Always the extreme points on end with her. That could have been the majority of all her problems. He started, and she listened. Becca too had some daddy issues when she was growing up. Her dad had money and would rather spoil all of the fortune out with his friends than hanging out with his daughter. Whenever she would be upset about it, stamping her foot, she got a present to keep her occupied. It worked most of the time, but sometimes a little girl just wanted her daddy, you know? They bonded quite a bit when he lost all the money, but Becca was out of her house right after she graduated high school and wanted to join a band. The thought of her band made her flinch, so she followed his words instead. Her frown increased. Aw, Magnus didn’t deserve this.

How could a father like that be so cruel to his son? From what it sounded like, they hadn’t seen each other in a long time. Oh- no, he died. So this dad of theirs was some sort of supernatural walking around that didn’t want anything to do with it. Coming from someone who was walking in that afterlife, all she could say was that stupid son of a bitch. What was worse was that Magnus sounded like he was a beaten puppy neglected and abused. ”That’s… awful! Man doesn’t know how to appreciate what he has.” Becca wasn’t all that good at motivation speeches except for saying what was in her head at the time, ”You’re way too sweet. Don’t worry about it. You made it this far without him, right?” She asked, getting closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Nope. Still no personal space.

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: Daww magnus </3

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[MAGNUS RENLY HARCOURT]

Magnus felt her compliment sort of shoot some sort of magic into him, although he knew that wasn’t how it worked, but it helped his ego. His ego was in no place good at the moment so it wasn’t hard to make him smile. She seemed to have that sort of way about her, the way she hated seeing people upset and only wanted to help people become better. He was strongly attracted to that, more so because he was probably just so beaten right now, but also because she was too entirely beautiful. “That’s flattering, thank you,” he said softly as he eyed her.

Magnus heard her words and he asked, “You don’t think this is my fault though? Not even a little?” He was blaming himself for this and she was telling him that maybe his father was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t play the blame game but at this point he wasn’t sure how to reason any of this out. He nodded at her words, not agreeing with her that he was so sweet. He had made it this far without his father though and maybe it was just simply the best for them both to be separate. When she rested her head on his shoulder, he felt his heart thud slightly, wanting to reach over and touch her cheek, but did not want to scare her off.

Hell though, he had nothing to lose. He had lost everything today and he was going to give this a shot, at least today with this beautiful girl beside him. He very softly touched her cheek and said, “Thank you for listening to me . You helped a lot.” He murmured as he leaned down and very gently placed a kiss on her lips, staring into her eyes, his lips just pulled far back enough from her lips, wondering if she would push him away.

[becca]

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oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the sweat away to the radio. backseat serenade. little hand grenade. oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone. you're salty like a summer day kiss the pain away to the radio

For someone that was buoyant and energized all the time, the opposite reactions could sometimes get the strangest reactions from her. Not the ones that were always serious of course. Those she couldn’t stand, and she wanted to shake them, wondering what happened to any childhood they must have missed to become such a cynic. She supposed she understood those that had died in the past now. That she had to learn the hard way. No- no thinking about that. This was one of the reasons she went out on the town- to forget and not thinking about this. Magnus was certainly enough to distract her. All she had to do was look at him and all the other nasty thoughts went away. Flying away out of reach. That was all she hoped for. Now, it was easier than ever. His soft voice sent shivers down her spine. Could a ghost still feel those things? She thought she did. How else could that happen? It was funny how someone as loud and rambunctious as Becca could pay attention to something that sounded so soft.

Becca eyed him curiously. She had a hard time seeing why people put such a hard time on themselves. Why they felt like if they weren’t blamed for the problem- it was somehow hypocritical and selfish. It was like a natural instinct to be so self critical- even those who had big egos in her own experience. She had spent her time playing with players, so she knew what it meant to have those big egos and such. Becca could have been told that she had one too. The woman did think highly of herself, but she didn’t dwell on it like others might have. Looking at herself in the mirror was common, but that was more to fix herself up and wonder if she had the right look she wanted that day. One side of her was the tomboy, but no one could really forget the other side of her. The girly side that wanted her to go out and strut her best. Which she felt she was doing right then. ”How is it your fault?” Becca always hated when others asked questions that didn’t require answers, but she felt in this situation, she needed to ask the question that didn’t really need an answer. She wouldn’t have listened to it, anyway. ”It sounds like your mother kept something from you. You had this expectation and didn’t receive it. How is that your doing?” Whoa, where the fuck did that come from? Becca had been spending too much time in the therapist office.

It had been a good long time since Becca had been last kissed. She had been a little busy trying to figure out how to get solid since she had last died. Even before that, she remembered Fletcher kissing her. So with that, her nerves went on end. She should have been expecting it (and part of her had been), but she still almost felt surprised. Part of her felt like she was going to go away- like Fletcher had. Kissed her and left. Literally just vanished and moved on from this life. But she didn’t feel anything. Slowly, she realized she wasn’t going anywhere. A relief flew over her. It must be the different type of kiss. Here, she felt his warm lips on hers. He broke and she looked at him. At those eyes. ”I do what I can.” She mused lightly, grinning and feeling her nerves relaxing as she sat there, seeing she was indeed still here. Going back away sounded like a great idea, but she knew the reality of it. She did want to be here. She wanted to let Calan know she was okay, and last she heard, he was in the hospital. It broke her head. She had to visit him. Plus there was that unknown part of moving on. Was it better than this life? No one knew the answer to that. Angels maybe. She never asked. It never occur to her to ask out of all the questions she had asked. One arm went around him, clinging to him like she might have floated away, leaning in to kiss him again.

Tagged: Cam/Magnus; .Notes: Daww magnus </3

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

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