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if she still existed, bea would be wearing this to the nye party

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do you miss me?

“ new phone, who dis ? ”

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zoeysonderburg :

“Rio is almost four times the size of oslo with fourteen times the population, do you really want to compare? I know where we’re at, don’t worry, you won’t get lost with me here.”

“okay. point taken. i trust you. but if we’re not lost, will you tell me why you’ve led us here ? ”

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vincentwinsor :

Vincent froze after she asked the question, not because of what she said but because at that moment he realized that he had been holding the map the wrong way. “Err– I am not sure I know exactly which way to go, but hey? What’s a little adventure? I’ll buy us coffee and cute pastries.”

"i’m all for adventure when it’s intended.” his hesitation was a sure enough sign of their current position. lost. “i won’t say no to coffee and pastries but c’mon, admit it. i want to hear you say it.”

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ncrasigrid :

“Ah…Erm…” Nora paused, glancing around to take in her surroundings, as if that would help. “I’m afraid I have to admit, I have no idea where we are.”

“excellent,” her sigh was heavy. the island was much easier to navigate. “do you think they have uber here ? ”

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princis-g :

“Yes… and no… We weren’t lost but we might be now.”

“okay, well i’d warned you before that i’m not with directions and places so getting back to the hotel is completely on you now.”

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olimpiacroy :

“ i thought you were leading us ? ” olimpia stopped and turned to look at the lady. “ was i leading us ? ” oh bother. “ i have no clue where we are. they’ve still got taxis around here, don’t they ? if we get truly desperate we can hop into one. ”

"wait, wait, wait.” with a finger, bea directs their attention to a store sign. “i’m positive we’ve passed this one before. this street looks familiar — no ? “

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zoeysonderburg :

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? I don’t get lost in Oslo.”

“i’d claim i don’t get lost in rio either but it’s not everyday i find myself in a dingy alleyway with questionable signage and no major roads in sight.”

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she’s walking at a pace that would have resulted in a nasty collision, had the other not stopped. instinctively, she takes a couple steps back before she realises who she’d finally bumped into. it had been weeks since she’d seen him last. above that, lykke had given her too much time off — ‘too recover,’ she’d insisted. though perhaps they had all needed a bit of time to themselves, or to their families. most her time was spend with pedro during his last few days, but now that he’s gone she has too much time to be ‘recovering’. bea is glad to see johan’s face again, healthy, healing. he is tense though. she knows why, but she doesn’t acknowledge it. “johan ? ” the exaggeration is thick in her tone. “you look so much older. i haven’t seen you in... how long ? one would think you’d been avoiding me.”

he’s in deep thought while striding through the corridor – that’s why he does a turn he isn’t supposed to do. all the careful mapping of bea’s whereabouts goes to waste as the universe decides his timing is also the worst possible: he almost crashes into her. there’s a reason why he has tried to avoid meeting her ever since the invasion. it has a lot to do with the fact that people tend to admit things – such as being completely infatuated with someone – while being afraid for their life. it’s exactly what johan did and he’s been dreading to have the inevitable conversation about it. at least he does look sheepish. “oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to…” do what? be careful? not talk to her in weeks? “hello?” // @beatrizcmalmeida

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“you know your way back to the hotel from here right ? we’re not lost ? ”

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jchvn :

seeing those bruises on her makes his heart hurt – if there’s anyone less deserving of brutality, it’s bea. “you don’t have to lie to me.” he reminds her softly. it’s not accusing, simply reminding. he’s there for her, should she need him. he’s glad to see her living and breathing; the mind cooks up all kind of situations when separated from those one cares about. “i’m not too bad. they just got one good punch in. mother and lykke are good, thank god. bit banged up but nothing major.” even saying those words results in major relief being apparent on his features. “we’ll get through this. all of us. i promise that.” he grows serious in the span of few seconds: he means his words – he doesn’t make empty promises.

nothing short of optimism should be expected from johan. sleep deprived, starved, battered, yet he speaks only comfort. “you don’t know that.” the words come as a whisper, inaudible to anyone else but him. she hates being this negative, but there’s no telling what’s happening beyond those walls. her eyes follow lykke and the danish queen, hoping she hadn’t drawn their attention. she’s embarrassed to face them in her state, especially her majesty. “what do you think they’ll do when they don’t get what they want ? they won’t just keep locking us into different rooms with different people.”

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relief was enough to momentarily numb every other sense in that moment. pedro is much tougher than she is, or so bea tells herself in an attempt to soothe her restless mind. lykke was her concern over the past day, but upon seeing johan, she’d realised just��how fearful for his life she’d been too. her eyes are puffed and now glassy; the bluish hues across her cheek are all too prominent on her neck, her arms, and knees. she was stupid to have resisted. she knew better when they moved her this time. at a loss for words, she shakes her head, but contradicts when she breaks the silence. “i’m fine. how are you? all of you?”

being a perpetual worrier means that johan has spent the last twenty-four hours worried out of his mind. despite seeing familiar faces moderately fine in the first room, now he’s just worried for them all over again, not to even mention those he hasn’t even seen. yet there are small solaces – his mother, lykke, even olivier. and beatriz. especially bea. “are you alright?” he asks her, looking properly worried. “i was afraid that something had happened to you.” // @beatrizcmalmeida

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Reha had kicked and screamed and all but clawed her way into the room dragged in by one of the masked men. Maybe her survivor instinct wasn’t the same as everyone else’s, the room had been quiet when she had been dragged inside. But she was not going to end up whatever way these maniacs were thinking about. “I will bite your fucking head out you fucking piece of shit!” she screamed as she sat herself up after being thrown on the floor next to the rest of the people in the room.

years and years of training could not have built beatriz up for numbers and force they’d taken her by. combat, defence, it was supposed to be her strength and she’d put up a decent fight — but in a losing battle. her eyes were red, but blank; the only sounds escaping her now were the hiccoughs that staggered her breath. it was the same naivety that left beatriz beaten and spat upon that she saw in reha, the moment the english heir dropped beside her. “reha — there’s no point.”

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“ you can only have the best when it comes to the danish princess. have you met lykke ? even her bags have luxury accessories. you won’t see her beds lined in anything less than sferra. ” bea had retreated to the suite to store away jewellery the dane couldn’t risk losing to the ocean. it was almost mind numbing how useless she could feel on the island, though she could never complain. with a job such as this, she could afford a month’s hiatus for volunteering and travel. “ what’s the task after dusting ? ”

The list was infinite. Only two rooms were completed and it was already a quarter past four. Grabbing a few pearl cloths and knocking on the coveted door before entering, it was empty. “Hallelujah!” Lola squealed. Maintaining cordial conversation with an occupant was an awkward task. High pitched voices over a running vacuum didn’t bode well with residents in neighboring rooms. She leaped onto the duvet, admiring it like a child creating a snow angel. “Jeez, who pays for this stuff?” Lola spoke aloud as she reached for her duster. Golden ornaments lined the dressers, as she dusted away, softly as to avoid any mishaps. “And who keeps all this crap?”

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&. PEDRO. // @pedrocmalmeida

          “ you know what’s one thing i haven’t missed ? your constant nagging and scolding. ” it was her own way of announcing how much she’d strangely missed having her brother around. her time away was much needed, but she hadn’t expected to feel at home when back on the island. “ i honestly don’t know how gaia puts up with you. whatever she’s getting paid, it’s not enough. ”