(picset by@lumierelalune for@bethylbigbang)
Beth Greene has one year to break into the music scene. To do so, her sister Maggie tells her to join a band. But Beth doesn't know what to make of the drummer who is clearly in love with her sister, the bass player who is the loudest and crudest person she's ever met, and the guitar player with deep blue eyes and messy black hair and a scowl that hides a heart of gold underneath it.
“Play the melody?” Beth requested quietly and he looked at her, kneeling in the middle of the room, smiling at him in the evening sunlight. She was glowing. He was powerless. So he began to play the notes that he’d composed to fit Beth’s lyrics. A soft song, perfectly suited to Beth’s voice when she wanted to be slow and gentle. The type Andrea had tried for, what just came naturally to Beth.
“Like that?” Daryl muttered, trying to find the right tempo. Beth nodded along with her eyes half shut, and then she was singing, his words and hers together, anything's worth trying, say I was in your dream last night, do you hate what you see like I do?
It was so beautiful, so lovely. Just like her. Daryl was playing and she was singing, her eyes drifting shut as she swayed on her knees back and forth, one hand raised. The sunset through her window, the hazy summer air, how her hair gleamed and the way her lips formed the words, something they’d made together and now it was here, intimate and everything, beyond what even Daryl could have imagined.
The end of the song, they had decided, would end with soft ‘oohs’, the kind that Beth did best. Daryl, mesmerized, watched her as she finished, slowly opening her eyes as a smile unfurled across her face. The last note seemed to linger in the air between them, the song remaining almost… Unfinished. Like words left unspoken. He noticed everything about her, hypersensitive to the glint in her blue eyes, the freckles on her nose, the blush that crossed her cheeks.
Was it his imagination or was she drawing closer? Was she leaning towards him, eyelashes kissing her lower lids? Was this happening or was it all a dream, desperately trying to rationalize the pull he felt towards her? He tried to fight it. He did. But Beth was right there and she was smiling and he was surrounded by everything that just felt like her, and he wanted to kiss her so badly that his eyes fluttered shut and —
Read Chapter Three: Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac