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hi friends, just as an FYI, i'm going to be moving this blog over to @thegrectwar which is my multi-muse to make things easier for me to keep track of. for the next few days, I'll keep an eye out over here for any replies but will be replying to things over on the other blog. thanks!
hi friends, just as an FYI, i'm going to be moving this blog over to @thegrectwar which is my multi-muse to make things easier for me to keep track of. for the next few days, I'll keep an eye out over here for any replies but will be replying to things over on the other blog. thanks!
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hi friends, just as an FYI, i'm going to be moving this blog over to @thegrectwar which is my multi-muse to make things easier for me to keep track of. for the next few days, I'll keep an eye out over here for any replies but will be replying to things over on the other blog. thanks!
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IF it wasn't obvious that conrad had only approached the keg to make a snarky comment to her, it certainly was now. there was no harm in her appearance at the party, though he was certainly trying to give the impression that there was. his hot and cold behaviour had been grating on her for weeks, and the comment he'd just uttered had almost pushed her to a breaking point. he contradicted himself constantly and honestly, belly was starting to get whiplash. ââ now you have a problem with my clothes ? seriously ? ââ she had to roll her eyes, unable to hold back this time. the white eyelet dress was one of her favourite purchases and though it showed off her features slightly, it was in no way inappropriate. he was clearly nitpicking and trying to back up his earlier comment. ââ is saying please supposed to make it sound like less of an order ? ââ she scoffed. ââ stop acting like my father and leave me alone, conrad. ââ
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He was so annoyed at himself-- and at Belly. Conrad knew better than to think that anything he said was going to change Belly's mind about this party but she was being such a brat. "Stop acting like a brat and maybe I wouldn't have to act like--" he pauses, definitely not finishing that. Conrad doesn't act like her dad. He's just trying to keep an eye on her like his mom told him to. Or so he tells himself. "Belly, you don't even know any of these people. I'm not going to let you just do whatever you want, Laurel would kick my ass," he adds. It's, of course, not about what Laurel would say or even what his mom would say. It was that he was jealous of everyone's eyes on her. He'd never get used to it. "Come on," he demands, his hand touching her arm.
WHEN she'd finally learned about susannah's illness, belly had barely managed to stop crying. even days later, the sadness still loomed over her and made it hard to move forward. she could remember thinking that if it was this bad for her, it was likely a hundred times worse for conrad â especially when he'd found out before everyone else and had to carry the knowledge alone. it also helped her understand the behaviour he'd exhibited better, and understand why susannah hadn't been the same all summer.
HIS words made her nod. ââ she will be, ââ the femme promised, though there was no way to know for sure. still, hearing the words made her feel better and she hoped it did the same for him. the small smile that crossed over his features gave her the invitation that she needed, and she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. ââ i don't know what this is either anymore, ââ she whispered before she pressed her lips to his cheek. ââ but i do know that you should give yourself more credit. ââ
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He has to laugh at that. Give himself credit? Credit for pushing every person in his life away from him? Credit for pushing the one person that means the most to him? Credit for not even wanting to be in the same house as his own mother? Yeah, that was the brave thing. Conrad knew that he looked like a piece of shit and honestly, he couldn't blame anyone for being mad at him, least of all, Belly. However, even the consequences of his actions don't seem to change anything for him, knowing that every time he pushes, he's pushing someone else away.
But thinking that he deserves credit? That was Belly seeing him as better than he was. She was always willing to make an excuse for his bullshit. "You always see the best in people, Belly," he replies, almost amused, into the mess of hair that always finds him. He hoped she would keep that forever, even if it was reserved just for him. Conrad does wrap his arms around her too before letting go, never wanting to linger too long. "Thanks, Bells," he says awkwardly.
CONRAD'S smile was enough to light up the entire room, and it was something belly was glad to see. it felt like an eternity since she'd seen it in person and she vowed to help make it appear more often. these were the moments that made the distance and hardships they'd faced until now feel more worthwhile and she was happy that their paths had led them back to each other. ââ it's okay. the important thing is that you got here in the end, ââ the femme responded softly, fingertips caressing the nape of his neck as they stared at each other, eyes full of affection. she didn't have time to return the quick kiss, so she reached up to give him one of her own. when he caught onto her suggestion, the femme shrugged. ââ the beach ? it's kind of our thing, ââ she suggested. it was warm enough outside for it to be enjoyable and they'd have some time to themselves without the scrutiny of her family.
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While the beach was a hike-- hours away, there was something that always called him home. Whether it was his mother's voice echoing through his head or it was the ocean, he could barely distinguish anymore. He felt closer to her when he was there than anywhere else-- in her house, that Belly had drunkenly saved years ago. "I've got to be back after the weekend," he tells her, leaning down to dig in his pocket for the keys. "I'll drive?" he says, as if he's got to ask her, holding the keys to show her. Belly loved to drive but she also loved to sing in the passenger side and controlling the music. Conrad gives her a smile, his fingers intertwining at their side. If he stopped touching her, it felt like she'd be gone again.
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â     the great war.
@thegrectwar a new, independent & selective multimuse roleplay blog featuring muses from outer banks, shadow & bone, && more. multiverse, crossover & oc friendly. written by steph. legacy user.
muses. rules.Â
----Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I N F I N I T E .Â
@conradism is a new, independent & selective roleplay blog for conrad fisher from amazonâs the summer i turned pretty. multiverse, crossover & oc friendly. written by steph.
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@conradism said: ââ i donât like the way theyâre looking at you ââ to BELLY.
ââ Â REALLY, conrad ? ââ dark chocolate hues narrowed at the oldest fisher brother, equal parts annoyed and amused that he was jealous enough to make a comment like that. she'd never been a huge partier, but after being left behind by the boys too many times as a child, she took every opportunity to go out and have fun. it'd been a harmless conversation before she excused herself to fill up her drink, but she had a strange sensation of someone watching her; it was obvious now who that had been. ââ it's a party. everyone's looking at everyone. ââ part of her wanted to call him out, but the other part figured it wouldn't be worth the energy. conrad had been so hot and cold with her lately, and her frustration had almost reached its peak. ââeverything's fine. just worry about yourself and get back to your date. ââ
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Conrad had only come over to the keg for one reason: Belly. She wasn't even supposed to be here. But this is just another party that she's found herself showing up at, another reminder that she was right there, a feeling deep in his stomach of annoyance in himself. He knew better. Belly had been in love with him as long as he could remember, it's always been obvious. This summer, he just happened to see her as less of a kid and more like something more. Unfortunately, he had a shit way of showing it-- coming to the party with Nicole had been one thing but hissing, 'I don't like the way they're looking at you,' was another. "Or maybe you taking fashion advice from Taylor is not the greatest idea," he adds, though he knows it's just another shot in her heart because he feels it in his own. "She's not my date. No one dates anymore, Belly. Come on, I'll get Steven to take you home," he offers, as if it was a kind gesture or as if she'd asked. "Please," he adds, beer on his breath.
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âI think youâre the one that needs to grow up.â Mind his own business? Belly WAS his business, especially when he knew Conrad was so damn oblivious⊠âIf all youâre going to do is play with Bellyâs heart then I donât see the point of you texting her.â There was a pause and then Conrad brought up the kiss⊠âRemember when you werenât such a bitter, cynical asshole all the time?â He rolled his eyes. âMaybe you should just COOL IT, before you break her heart again.â
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"And that right there-- is how I know you know literally nothing about life. Grow up," he snaps. Jeremiah shouldn't think that he could control what Conrad did or what Belly did. Clearly, she would be spending hours on the phone with him, if that's what she wanted to do-- but it wasn't. But when Jeremiah reminds him about him having hurt Belly, something in Conrad snaps. It's the racing memories of the pain he'd watched crawl like a shadow in her eyes. It's the tears he'd watch crest at the tips of her dark eyelashes. And before he knows it, he's throwing a fist at Jeremiah's jaw. "Fuck off," he adds. When he pulls back, already feeling the faint ache in his own jaw, knowing the punch is coming, he already regrets taking his own idiocy out on Jeremiah. It was a hazard of loving the same girl as your brother. "And just leave it," he hisses.
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the bitter edge in conradâs voice doesnât go unnoticed, but kie canât say sheâs surprised. conrad has always been a little moody â his good moods are quick to sour and his vibe can change with the weather. kiara has gotten used to it and can roll with the punches, though it would be a lie to say that sometimes it wasnât a bit of a buzzkill. âwhat was that?â she asks, a brow raised as she glances over at him. âyouâre not doing that thing where you say one thing and really mean another again, are you?â because kie knows conrad well enough by now to know that her gentle ribbing about him being the worst wasnât really the cause for shift in him. she bends down to refill her planet killing red solo cup, frowning when the beer comes out foamier than she wouldâve liked but beggars canât be choosers. she snorts, head shaking. âthatâs more like the five year plan,â she admits with a roll of her eyes. âright now iâm just trying to get them all off disposable vapes and plastic grocery bags. iâve gotta ease into the composting.â though now that he mentions it, there is a little spot behind the chateau that would make a great spot for a compost binâŠÂ âyou should start planting that idea in their heads for me. maybe we can pavlov them or something. we mention compost, give them a beer⊠build it up over the summer.âÂ
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Conrad lets clear, blue eyes linger up to his friend, almost a look that apologizes for him being short. Yes, he was doing that thing again and itâs one of those things that he never thinks heâs going to get out of the habit of. Itâs, of course, Kie and Belly that call him on it, picking up the subtle hints. Hell, Kieâs had more practice than he could ever imagine with JJ. âMaybe,â he shrugs, a small hint of a smile taking to his lips. âI donât think a lot of people are honest about pretty much anything.â He takes his turn filling up his beer after hers, acting as if he didnât say a word and while the beerâs going on warm in the North Carolina sun, but he drinks it anyway as if itâll wipe away the thoughts, turning to brighter ones. However, so far, this summerâs proved that it doesnât quite work the way heâd like it. âCould probably get them to compost if you told them itâd help them grow their own weed,â he mentions. Not that heâs not convinced Kie wouldnât be the one taking care of it all but, itâd be worth a shot. âIf not, Iâll work âreduce, reuse, recycle and compostâ, into every conversation. Thatâll be easy,â he chuckles to himself, sarcasm lacing his words. Still he points at Kie for emphasis. âI wonât pass them a beer until they agree. By the end of summer, theyâll be chanting it.â
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currently rewatching S&B s2 again for Mal feelsâ like for a starter from him.
THEIR letters and phone calls almost made up for not physically being together, but not quite. belly had settled for it, however, confident in the notion that one day they'd finally reunite and see each other again. despite all of the obstacles in their way, they'd slowly moved onto a steady path and she refused to give up. finally being in front of him now and seeing the affection and pride behind his smile made all the distance and years of waiting seem worthwhile. ââ i would, yeah. i kind of experienced it first hand, remember ? ââ the femme teased, happy that they'd moved past that stage in their lives. THIS version of him was the one she'd fallen in love with so long ago, and the one she'd waited so long for. ââ i mean, i could have told you that, ââ she agreed as her arms moved to wrap around his neck. ââ i'm glad you finally realized it too though.ââ she stood on the tips of her toes in order to plant a peck to the tip of his nose, then smiled up at him. ââ this party's getting pretty boring, isn't it ? ââ it was a suggestion, and she knew he'd pick up on that.
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Conrad rolls his eyes at Belly, a smile still perched on his face. It's almost as if all the asshole things he did led to this-- he'd at least be able to say that they led here, in front of Belly, ready for the next step. Conrad was still in school for another few years and then there was a residency and who knew what else would come along the way but they would make it work. He knew it. Her touch, her smell, her kiss (even if it's on his nose) told him so. Staring down at the pretty girl, who'd blossomed into a woman, he knew he would go where she would go. "Sorry I took a while," he added softly, leaning down to give her a small kiss on her lips, saving face knowing Laurel and Steven were close by, possibly even Mr. Conklin. The kiss was short but it felt so natural -- like he was born to kiss and to be kissed by her. "What did you have in mind? It is your party, after all. I go where you go." That is, before he had to drive back to Boston.
