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27. I don’t like you, get out of my fort.

Jurassic Asks || The Lost Meme How she even found the dug-out escape hatch ~his doing, if the entrenching tool was anything to go by~ was anyone's guess really. There's paint on the thigh of her jeans. A bandanna wrapped around it to acknowledge the injury. Though it isn't a shot that takes her out of the game. She's grimy, drenched in sweat, and based on the look she throws him? Really not amused by his teasing. "Don' care if you like me or not. I need some water, and some extra ammo. Andy's fast coming up from west-southwest, and is about five minutes behind me. He needs to be obliterated and if you can't do it, I'll kill you both."

[brooklynislandgirl]

Does your OC believe in true/pure evil?

The Fruit from the Poisoned Tree || Accepting

"I mean, of course I do. Like. You of all people, first with the Army and then with LAPD especially can't tell me that the only way you can explain the things you see day in and day out isn't...pure evil, and it's the same way in the ER. Some of the things--" Beth shakes her head because she doesn't want to ruin the night with the various horror stories she could tell him. And because usually he's seen them just before or just after she has, given the nature of their responsibilities. "I think that evil doesn't have to be some supernatural plot on mankind, either. It can be born from extreme narcissism, irresponsibility, ignorance, or a series of bad choices. And it's draining, being the ones trying to pick up the pieces. And so maybe that's why I have to believe that there's true or pure good, too. Otherwise you kind have to go crazy in order to cope." She takes a sip of her beer and ducks her chin in his direction. "I'm gonna say you have a different opinion, and if so, I'd like to hear your side of the argument. Officer." She likes moral and philosophical debates with Brian. He often has pretty concrete points to make, or they find themselves able to commiserate and comfort each other when they are on the same side of the argument. It isn't like the blood-thirsty way she and Andy can get cutthroat with one another, each adamant that their hill is where their sibling will die. And as if on cue... "Okay, I mean Bean does have a point, but I wanna hear your side, too. If for no other reason that I can point out where you're both full of shit."

[brooklynislandgirl]

[door] - for my muse to show up at your muses’ house while drunk

To Your Health || -

Beth is momentarily distracted after vaguely leaning on Brian's doorbell by waving at her Uber driver as the poor man flees for his life. The fifty dollar tip was by no means compensation for just how chatty she had been from the marina to the apartment building. He may now know more about Brian and how Beth feels about him than he knows about his own kids ~Gobind, Harshad, Divya. She becomes a willow branch for a moment or two when she turns back around after the last red of the Uber's tail lights vanish in the dark, swaying on her toes. Eyes closed. Still listening to the music in her head. For this moment, everything is soft. Everything is beautiful. Everything is free and flows around her in waves. When the door opens and he appears ~summoned as if by magick~ Beth cannot help but smile dreamily, her eyes half lidded and dark in the half shadows surrounding her. She draws out the single word she speaks into multiple syllables. "Hi."

[brooklynislandgirl]

So what does it tell you when a man has a few books and magazines in the oven?

"That he needs to maybe get out a little more, expand his horizons, or have a reason to cook for the person in his life." She makes a little face, knowing he was talking about himself, then she laughs softly, briefly. "But in your case it tells me you don't really have a whole lot of introverted tendencies, that the women you're interested in aren't really the kind you plan on keeping around, and that you don't need to cook because you mostly eat with us nowadays and nobody's as awesome a cook as my brother. I'm surprised you haven't proposed to us already."

[brooklynislandgirl]

"My darling! Will you be my valentine?" She asks, holding roses and chocolates with a smile.

Beth is both absolutely surprised and also not, when she opens the door and finds Rocky on the other side, holding up roses and sweets. Maybe it's the smell that hits her first but Beth has been too long a politician's daughter, has spent too much of her life hiding her feelings beneath a polished veneer.

She invites her friend in by taking a step back and smiling softly. "Of course I will! Come in! I got you somet'ing too!"

On the coffee table is a pink bag with little white and pale purple glittery hearts. Sticking out of it from its throne of imported tea and Korean snack boxes is a build-a-bear mouse, with a little bell collar attached.

She gives Rocky a hug and kisses her friend's cheek before taking the roses in hand. "Pour t'rough dat bag while I put dese in waddah, yeah?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

[ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep.

Lost Sparks || Accepting

Even when they are off-rotation, Beth doesn't sleep deeply. She rarely sleeps at all though it isn't because she's a certified freak. A lifelong struggle with night terrors and sleep paralysis has lead to being able to eke along with only a few often interrupted hours. But that's not why her eyes are fluttering open.

At first, she thinks maybe the noise comes from the streets. The muffled hum of traffic. The drizzle hitting the glass. Normal night noises muffled by the blackout curtains. With all the time spent in war-zones, civilian life takes something of an adjustment. Something they have the next three months to get used to before they get rotated back out into the world. She takes inventory. The hum of the power in the walls. A television somewhere in the building. Brian's deep, even breaths...ah. That's the thing. She's so used to keeping watch over him when he sleeps that she knows what he sounds like and that isn't what she heard. Then, as if she made him do it again, she hears it. Her name. Something of a curse and murmured call. She shifts carefully and slips an arm under his as she sidles closer. Presses her lips to his bare shoulder. "Shhhh," she whispers against his skin. "I'm here. You're just...your having a dream."

[brooklynislandgirl]

On the one hand, they say opposites attract. On the other, at least Drewski will love this. ~*~

“I dunno, ya never complained when I bit ya before.” She gives him a particularly studying look, almost daring him to contradict her. She knows for a fact that there are a few things he didn’t check off that he easily could. She’s seen him go out of his way to do charitable things at her behest or Andy’s. She knows that he’d sooner choke than admit that he gets something out of her hugs, her insistence on draping herself over him. He’s shown no end of patience with her. And if he’s jealous of Eddie Vedder, he didn’t say a word about it, especially when she almost sobbed in Beatles-like hysteria when she saw him at the Surf Foundation dawn patrol. He also kept her from ending up on the police blotter. “And yeah, Andy’s gonna laugh but... aren’t you always telling me I need to start making my own choices?”

[brooklynislandgirl]

💿

And the Band Played On || Accepting

I. The Weight of the Badge || George Strait II. Mr Jones || Counting Crows III. My Hero || Foo Fighters IV. One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer || John Lee Hooker V. Wolf Totem || The Hu ft. Jacoby Shaddix VI. Mr Policeman || Brad Paisley

[brooklynislandgirl]

💚 Me

Imagine You and Me || Accepting "Oh my gawd, you're the worst." This is often said either with heavy flirtation woven through it, or in genuine frustration because Brian is very much himself and it takes a while to peel away his layers and strip his defences. For so long she didn't understand when he was being funny or if he was intentionally mean for reasons she couldn't fathom. But one day, it clicked and she realised just how much trauma, horror, and pain he carries but doesn't talk about. Of course, there's a different side to him when he hangs out with the family as a group and when he's alone with her. He's softer, gentler. He encourages her rebellion, and she in turn offers whatever she can just to make the day a little easier, a little calmer. And sometimes she's the buffer he needs when Andy is being EXTRA. ~*~ I love that in Blood Watch verse, they can see a slightly different version of each other. There's still an uphill battle, now with forces outside of them, the harsh realities of what they might have to do to each other even if they don't want to. being able to see each other as equals, relying on their own acting abilities to make it all seem like neither one remotely cares. It's learning to let go of ideas, learning on how to be people and not monsters. There's also a larger sense of freedom and truth than there is in SWAT au. And easier to fit in situations we can't normally explore when Beth and Brian are separated by age, experiences, jobs and the like. There's also a bit more tragedy in this verse because who is really always reaching for the happiest ending? {Me but you love me anyway}. Doesn't matter to me if we're being silly or serious, I love their different dynamics. I love seeing them grow and change with each other, and I love writing with you &lt;3 {{10/10, all of mine with Brian and you.}}

[brooklynislandgirl]

❤️ Total enemy relationship *blows a kiss*

Heart to Heart || Accepting

Oh of course. How could we do anything BUT that?!?! For real though, I'm pretty sure Riley's finally picked out a casket for Brian, and has a plan to make it all look like an accident. And I'm living for THAT conversation. Although I think if Brian makes a case that Beth is an endurance predator and finally wore him down, there might be a chance for negotiation. ~*~ In Bloodwatch, there are so many good tropes, played straight but also sometimes inverted and I am living for all the situations. But they won't fit into one post. LOL. <3 <3 <3

[brooklynislandgirl]

how do you like ur steak? is it just as juicy as you? *insert sheesh face here*

TMI Tuesday || Always Accepting

"Oh, dat's not mine," she says as they order dinner together. It doesn't dawn on her that Rocky is being flirtatious in a fun sort of way. If anything, she takes it as just part of her friend's charm. "Is f' my braddah. He's gonna be workin' late tonight an' I don' wan him to eat...whatevah dey considah food where he at." Beth proceeds to order her own meal, the mushroom risotto with a garden salad, garlic toast, and lemon-water. It's not yet five o' clock, too early for a pinot grigio. She waits for Rocky to place her own order before continuing her explanation. "I'm mos'ly pescatarian. Only eat fish and even den, not so much. Prefer vegetables an' stuff. I hate da way meat animals are raised and cared for, if an' wen dey are, an' I hate da idea dat somet'ing have to die jus' t' feed me." And what she doesn't say is that she swims in her Mother's arms as herself and in the shape of her closest kin. She runs as a deer. Flits from flower to flower some times as a butterfly herself. When one can change into another living being, it changes their relationship with other creatures. "But I'm also not da kine to judge someone else's dietary wants an' needs. People who do are supah obnoxious, t'inking dey got some right to live another person's life. But if ya curious, he likes it medium rare. Bloody a lil bit but cooked."

[brooklynislandgirl]

"What you really need is someone who is the exact opposite of your brother and me. Someone who's never been in the military or worked in law enforcement. Who doesn't have trust issues or treat you like a fragile doll."

A Million Reasons || Accepting

....Or maybe I should be grateful for anyone who shows interest in me, because its few and far enough between. Most people never make it past Andy, you know that. Ones that do? Don't really stick around when they realise I'm not a one night stand kind of person and I don't really feel things the way they do.

But she doesn't say that. "So you're thinking a doctor or another nurse, because besides people at work, the only other people I know are military or law enforcement. And maybe you should marry both me and my brother. Him so it isn't weird that we all spend so much time together, and me for the obvious reasons." A pause. "Or we do like American Idol, and we all get a vote."

[brooklynislandgirl]

Coffee brewed over a campfire

..Would Smell Just As... || Accepting

"Mmm." Five simple words that almost instantly curves her lips and has a little delighted hum purr at the back of her throat that flows around the idea of a smile. She can only and immediately picture in her head the last summer trip they took up to Tahoe, and sleeping a particularly warm night out under the stars. Of course Andy made his snide little comments. His joking threats. She can only assume that it was the bitterness of having to turn up a couple days later as he'd already had previous plans and a slightly different schedule but the reality of it was, none of it went the way he was afraid it would. The sun-warmed leather of his jacket had provided her with an easy cushion for her face as they rode his bike along the winding roads. She hadn't seen much of the scenery as they sped past because her eyes were closed and the wind not sheltered by her helmet wasn't conducive to sight-seeing. It isn't all hell-bent either. A few times he pulled over for a scenic overlook and sometimes steadied her with a hand respectfully placed on an arm or at her waist while she tried to take the perfect Instagram picture that she'll never post. Other times he'd stop at a diner or cafe to refuel their bodies as well as his bike, little hidden away gems that do several things; they made her feel special as if she were the only person he'd shared these places with even if she knew that wasn't likely true, it gave her a chance to listen to him tell her stories about how he'd come across the place that first time, and it was quiet. So vastly different than either LA or New York. Seeing Brian on what she would call Aloha Time. When they finally had arrived at the cabin, it had been a lot of unpacking and squaring away. After a refreshing doze that lasted only maybe an hour or so, Brian had gotten his fishing gear and gone out to the lakeside. While he caught what would be the base of their supper, she had made a picnic area on the beach with a fire pit, some blankets. She read her novel in the peace and beauty of nature. They never really made more than small talk but it hadn't felt like a strain when they lapsed into their own silences. Eventually the sun began to set in earnest and she found herself settled between his stretched out legs, back to his chest, his chin resting on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist while she rested her own atop his. Anyone witnessing the scene could imagine all manner of sordid details but the truth of it had been a comfortable sort of embrace. They slept out under the stars that night and not the only time during the trip. When Andy finally turned up, she had the distinct pleasure of curling up between them.

But the mere mention of coffee brings to mind waking up that morning and seeing Brian pour her a cup from the percolator pot ~blue with white paint specs~ and a throaty Morning, Bean. "Makes me wanna go to Tahoe, again," she finally says aloud, tilting her head toward him. "Whaddya think? Maybe we go without my brother this time. See how long it takes for his head to explode?"

[brooklynislandgirl]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

I Can't Get Enough of You Baby || Accepting

"I mean, I'd certainly think about it. More than once or twice," Beth laughs and takes a swig of her beer. She's watching Brian grill burgers for himself and Andy, and veggie ones for her ~impossible meat or whatever is not really quite the same as Boca burgers, but not bad. Not likely to drive her brother up a wall~ and she admires him head to toe. "If you weren't Andy's partner and b-f-f, I'd absolutely have to say smash. Based on your forearms and calves alone. However, things being what they are and because I do care about you... and him, unfortunately... I'm gonna have to pass. 'Least for now."

[brooklynislandgirl]

There's nothing I wouldn't tell you to your face - it's just a matter of deciding when I actually want to burn the bridge.

The Things We Don't Say || Accepting

"Yaas." She makes a face then slants him a glance that might now be too familiar between them. "I feel like I should be worried that you have more than one that you consider an obstacle course or some kind of emotional pt." She shifts, and presses her beer into his hand. "What would you do if I gave you the can of gasoline and some matches? We could call it an accident." Of course she doesn't sound serious but they rarely do. It's not how their relationship has been built and neither of them really have the time to play-pretend, as he pointed out just a moment ago. That doesn't mean she isn't nervous, that she's comfortable with the bluntness. All she can really do about this though is batten down the hatches, furl the sails, and weather the storm as it comes. "I'll even start. I hate your face when you take the last cup of coffee and don't make a new pot."

[brooklynislandgirl]

gunpowder, sage, and tobacco

..Would Smell Just As... || Accepting

The moonlight filters through his curtains. It shapes her silhouette in bas-relief. She stands in just the right way to mitigate him being able to see her scar in the darkness. She feels more than sees him turn on his side after taking a swig of unfinished beer, and propping himself up on his elbow. He doesn't have to make conversation, but it's sweet that he tries. A continuation of one of their working games.

It takes her more than a minute or two to answer. "Before Department H was given its authority to...deal with our kind...my brother had been a soldier. Pararescue, combat medic, whatever you wanna call it. They never really knew about his abilities, he hid them that well. He'd be gone for so long that when he came home on leave it was like Christmas." The rise and fall of a bare shoulder, a shift of her stance from one leg to the other. "And sure, we had a cook. Maids. And before you ask, we stopped shy of the butler. But he loved being in the kitchen. He'd lose himself in his creations, and he catered to my whims. So I'd follow him in there and watch his hands. I'd lean into his back and feel his movements, even memorise them, but I could never replicate any of his dishes. I guess the thing that never goes away though, is the memory of...the faint hint of cigarette smoke, the powder on his hands no matter how clean he washed them, and fresh herbs. Whiskey in there too, sometimes." She hears him take a breath and holds up her hand. "Don' worry, B. I'm not going to go hysterical on you. I am, however, going to grab a shower. Whether you join me is up to you." She turns then, pads over to the side of his bed and bends down to scoop a discarded shirt. It's his. If he reached now his fingers could graze the soft skin of her thigh, or maybe the outer edge of her hip. She walks away before he can even get the notion to do so. In the doorway to the bathroom, she lifts his shirt to her nose. She can smell the gunpowder there, too. But Brian has a hint of bergamont, tonka. Woodsy and clean. Not too heavy. When he gets the shirt back, maybe it'll smell a little like her, too.