las cosas (thethings) wrote,
@ 2014-01-20 00:42:00

bess fawcett

	"Table for two, please." Bess smiled at the waitress and followed her to a small booth on the side of the restaurant, grinning as she put down her bag and sat. She'd woken up this morning, feeling as if the birds were whistling just for her. Her conversation with Fabian last night had given her such good dreams, and they passed on to her morning and the rest of her day. There was something about that boy that she couldn't resist. Even after she ranted and raved about him for hours, days, weeks, once Bess knew Fabian was smiling at her in that way... She bristled in that good way, the shivers Fabian always gave her brought back to life at the thought that he'd be here soon. 12:25, she was a little bit early, but she couldn't help it. Today was September 1st, and for seven years of her life (more, because of her siblings--) it had been the start of the new year for her. For most of the wizarding community! September 1st, head off to Hogwarts, make new friends, rekindle old relationships, and await what was to come. That's how she felt, right now. Fabian had picked a good day to try and woo her back; maybe the first of September will take on a new kind of meaning? Bess hoped so as she smoothed out her shirt. 12:28. She didn't even know if this was going to go any further than they had already. Bess wasn't sure if she was ready to move back in with Fabian, but for the first time in weeks she had the feeling of hope that it could happen again. Fabian was the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time, so---that was the reason she kept giving him chances. He'd made her happy when nothing else could. Bess smiled to herself, pulling open the napkin wrapped around her utensils. Her eyes shot up and saw that the clock read 12:30, and as soon as it did the door jingled. Fabian, her mind shouted, and Bess leaned over and out of the booth to look to the door with the widest of grins on her face. But it wasn't Fabian. Bess' eyebrows rose and her smile twitched from happy to confused at the sight of her sister Veronica. And...Alastor? Moody? Why was she coming in here with her creepy boyfriend? Veronica spotted Bess in the booth and her pace quickened, and Bess' heart stopped. For the first time, she heard the noise of the wireless in the background of the restaurant. Someone had turned it up as the news was reporting... Attack on the Platform....two dead... She blinked as Veronica reached her booth, and shook her head before her sister could say anything. Bess wasn't sure how she knew, but she did, and her eyes darted back to the clock. No, no---she'd give Fabian a few minutes to show up.
	She flicked the side table lamp on and gazed dreamily at her engagement ring. Bess couldn't believe that she actually had one, a ring, but more importantly she still couldn't believe that she was engaged. The thought made her bring her hand to her chest and turn onto her side to look over at the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. Bess felt herself get tangled up in the thin white sheet (the quilt had been tossed to the floor at some point during their celebratory night) as she examined Drystan thoroughly. Her eyes were adjusting to the low light, and the more she stared, the more awake she felt. Bess had fallen into an exhausted slumber an hour or so earlier, but her mind was now spinning with excitement. This meant--a million different things! This meant that Sadie was going to have a father, first and foremost. Merlin's beard, that was so, so amazing and her daughter had realized this right away and...Bess felt her heart swell even more and inched toward Drystan. This ring on her hand meant that she could run to this man whenever she needed, whenever she simply wanted someone to hold her and...she knew that she could trust he'd always be there to. Bess didn't know how she was so sure of this, as she had never been sure of anything in her life, but there was not a single doubt in her mind about Drystan's love and devotion for her, and her love and devotion to him. Sigh. She loved being engaged. Her nails slowly grazed across his chest, trying to lull him out of his slumber. It was nearing four in the morning, and they both had work in...oh, about two or so hours, but there was no way she was going to be able to go back to sleep with her mind and body so...well, aroused. Bess pushed herself up, planting her hand on the other side of Drystan, hovering over him. Her hair fell down onto his face, and her smile grew as it tickled him awake. She didn't wait for him to register what was going on before she dropped down to kiss him, her hands tugging at the sheets around them to tear away at the thin barrier between them. "I have practice," he mumbled into her mouth, but his hands seemed to be enjoying the wake up call as they had begun to wander. Bess hummed into the kiss, finally tugging the sheets away and happily pressing both of their quite naked forms together. "You're the captain," she said, gasping in pleasure as she was rolled onto her back, her fiance now hoevering over her. Bess gripped at the back of his head, pulling him down to her. "Cancel it."
	Everything within three meters on top of the counter was rattling violently with each and every pound of the meat mallet. Bess threw every ounce of energy she had into her swings and twisted her mouth in annoyance as it did not seem to be tenderizing. No matter how hard she hit the damn chicken breast, it just didn't seem to be doing what she wanted. "God---damn it," Bess let out loudly, forcing herself not to hurl the mallet across the kitchen. She had some sense, and settled with throwing it into the sink. The dent it left was going to be an issue to deal with later. Bess pushed what was supposed to be dinner across the counter, letting it join the mallet under the running water of the sink. She tried to ignore the footsteps that were coming toward her or the slight familiar tutting that often, involuntarily (and unnoticed) came out of her husband's throat. Bess caught Drystan's reflection in the window above the sink and she looked away quickly, not willing to give up her rage because of him just yet. "I'm ordering pizza." "That chicken looks fine," Drystan said, coming toward the counter and peering into the sink. Bess let out a quick breath through her nose and shrugged, moving toward the parchment to start writing out their order. They should get a phone, she hated wizard pizza it just didn't taste right. "It's a waste, everything's clean in here." "Fine! Make the bloody chicken! I'm not doing it," Bess snapped, immediately feeling a twinge of guilt piercing her anger. She turned away quickly and found herself cursing her husband's quick reflexes as he grabbed onto her wrist. She ducked her eyes as Drystan took her other hand with his, keeping them close, "I just want---pizza, Drystan." "Because the chicken is bad, and not because of the wedding invitation you got, right?" Her eyes shot up angrily but she couldn't deny it. Bess' face heated deeply and she forced her gaze away from his. She thought she'd hidden the invitation well enough, but now Bess recalled that she had pulled it out from its hiding spot in another short fit of rage she'd had before Drystan had come home. It was probably sitting right on his side of the bed, announcing in gold, curly letters that Chester Scabior was marrying Florence Gibbon. Bess should be thrilled that her psychotic ex-boyfriend had found some other woman to obsess over and be with constantly, but she couldn't--- "She's pregnant," Bess muttered, feeling ashamed. Drystan probably thought she was jealous, or something, getting so upset about Chester's marriage. His grip on her hands didn't loosen, and Bess was finding it harder and harder to keep her tears at bay. "You don't have to deal with the baby at all, no matter its relation to Sadie," Drystan explained. Bess let out a short laugh; he thought she was upset about Sadie having a stepsister, or brother. While the thought did irritate her greatly, Bess just shook her head. She knew that Drystan wasn't going to let her go without a proper explanation, but to get herself to admit---to tell her husband the reasons behind her irate behavior about her ex's marriage-- Bess shrunk into herself, for the first time in years feeling like that lonely girl on the platform, heartbroken because the man she thought she loved had denied her and the baby she was carrying. "Why wasn't she good enough?" she let out, her voice hoarse already as her hands began to shake within Drystan's grip. Bess felt so stupid for crying, so stupid but she couldn't stop her tears. She couldn't look at him, he was probably insulted and--"Why wasn't---why didn't he want her? Why didn't he want Sadie? I don't---I don't understand---Why didn't he want her?" "Stop, stop," Drystan tried to soothe as he pulled her to him. Bess crashed against his chest and cried, unable to stop the flood of emotions that had so quickly overcome her. When would she be able to move past that betrayal? It felt like it would always hurt, always make her feel like some old toy that had been thrown away when Chester hadn't found her interesting anymore. Bess couldn't press herself any closer than she was to Drystan, but his arms around her tightened in a calming manner, "It was him, not you, not Sadie---he passed up on you two, he was unworthy---" Bess began to cry harder at the words, nodding against her husband's chest, knowing he was right. She wanted to tell him that she was glad that she hadn't found herself married to Chester, that she had pushed through the struggles and found Drystan, who Sadie loved so very much, but the tears kept falling as she clung to him. He'd understand, she was sure, but for now the shock of Chester 'doing the right thing' for Florence would leave her overwhelmed, taking some time to remember that she was wrapped in the arms of a man who loved her, who she loved, and loved her daughter like his own, like Sadie deserved.
	"You're going to what?" Bess stared pointedly down at her daughter, who was gesturing wildly toward Stephen Cornfoot. The pasta was simmering now, and while they waited for Drystan to be done in the shower, the two had offered to entertain Stephen. Sadie stomped a frustrated foot and let out in a shrilly voice, "Ima finda toy for da baby!" With a sigh and a flip of her hair that showed she thought her mother was an idiot, Sadie stormed off into the hallway of Drystan's flat. Bess had no idea how her daughter was so sure of where everything was, seeing as she still felt like a stranger even though she had been over nearly every day for the past two weeks. It hadn't started out as something she thought would stretch out like this, but after the initial question of concern for her friend (Bess was certain she could call Drystan that, now) it seemed like she found a new excuse at the end of every evening to prompt another return the next day. It wasn't intentional, it was absolutely innocent, of course. Bess felt no problem with giving up some of her time to Drystan, as he'd helped her, albeit a bit strangely with her flat's rent. It felt only right, really, and she did have a history with him--and attempting to repay him for his kindness. Sadie seemed to enjoy the attention he gave her, and she was certainly having a good time playing mummy to little Stephen. He was like a real doll, she had said, and Bess remained seated on the stool in the kitchen as Sadie returned with a rattle. She shook it fiercely in front of Stephen's face and Bess winced greatly as one rather hard shake, smacked Stephen straight in the forehead. The baby began to cry, of course, and Sadie jumped back with a fearful expression. "I dinnit mean to!" "Ahh," Bess cooed, dropping down to her knees to sweep up Stephen. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before looking down at Sadie with a slight frown, "I know, but you've got to watch it!" "Tell 'im I'm sorry!" Sadie requested anxiously, leaning greatly into Bess' legs and tilting her head back to stare up at the baby. Bess nodded seriously, and with a quiet voice relayed Sadie's apology. Stephen fussed a little more but with the bouncing and the comfortable hold Bess had on him, he finally settled down and rested his head on her shoulder. Bess smoothed down his hair and watched the boy stare down at Sadie. It was strange to think that he had no idea how much his world had changed in the past two weeks, but she felt good for being able to simplify it for him. There was no need for Stephen to have any more chaos than what the world had already handed to him, and Bess enjoyed the fact that she was doing something positive in this time of war. "You're good with him." She flinched at the sound of Drystan's voice, but not enough to scare Stephen. Bess was glad he'd startled her because her expression of surprise would be from his sudden appearance and not his---appearance. Didn't he know there were children in his flat? Walking out into the living room with just his shorts and his hair still very wet around his head? Bess forced her eyes to shut to get herself to look away from Drystan's rather astonishing physique, and she made sure to focus on Stephen when she finally trusted herself to open her eyes. "I HIT STEEFIN IN DA HEAD!" Sadie exclaimed tearfully. Bess silently cursed her daughter as she watched the girl rush toward Drystan. Nooo. "Did you?" Drystan asked, kneeling to get as close to eye-level with Sadie as possible. "Was it an accident? Did you apologize?" Sadie's head bobbed up and down in a great display of sorrow. Drystan slapped his knee, "Well, then. I suppose we should have ice cream." Sadie spun around, her eyes wide with concern and eagerness. It was an expression her mother was used to, Sadie was very good at silently asking for permission. Bess would have laughed at how trained this child was, if it hadn't been her own daughter, "Yes, you can have ice cream. After dinner." The girl shrieked and jumped into Drystan's arms, exclaiming that she hoped they had sprinkles in a mash of English and gibberish. He stood with little effort, Sadie happily resting clutching her arms around him. Bess found herself wondering how the hell her daughter was so comfortable around this man when she could barely look at him without flushing, but her thoughts were shut down completely as Drystan started into the kitchen. He muttered, face turning close to the side of Bess', "Dinner and dessert? My kind of night." Bess let him pass with Sadie talking his ear off. She stood for another moment or two, staring down at Stephen, who looked up at her with wide, confused eyes. It was almost like he was asking her the same question. What the hell am I doing here? "You got me, kid," Bess answered, and turned to finish dinner.

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