Beastly Beauty (Open)

[Olivia Baker]

Winter break was over and Liv couldn't be any happier to return to class. She wasn't entirely sure what happened over break. it was a whirlwind of emotions and unexpected interactions leaving her feeling somewhat unlike herself, and yet more like herself than she'd ever felt before. One thing she'd managed to neglect however was her trusty friends the ukelele and her acoustic guitar, a pity considering it'd taken her quite some time to learn how to make them sound halfway decent and now it'd take her twice as long to get back to that point.

Gently, she wiped the dust off her ukelele deciding it'd be easier to start with less strings and made her way to the lounge as to not disturb her roommates as it was quite late in the evening already.

The lounge was empty, as it usually was at this time and Liv settled into one of the big plush couches indian style and began to gently strum.

A new song, she'd sing, she thought as she started to hum the tune she'd had whizzing around in her head for days, still without lyrics assigned.

Slowly the humming began to transform and before she knew it more several hours passed ands he was left with this.

"A long time ago in a story so old

there was a beauty and a beast

or so i've been told 

they were these two strangers

two lonely souls

but its not what you think, no

here's how it goes

lets start with the beast

he was ugly and scary

pathetic and pour

and horribly hairy

the outside was rough

but once he smiled 

you could se that he had

a heart of golden sun

the beast loved a beauty

this pretty little thing

she was the fairest of them all

and she could dance

and she could sing

but unlike the beast

who's loved shined the best

she loved herself

never cared for the rest

one day the beast

found the beauty perfection

sitting by the lake

making love to her reflection

the beast had decided

that it was the time

to tell the pretty beauty 

of his feelings inside

he stepped out from the shade

with a flower in hand

said "my lady the fairest in the land

i may not be a prince but my heart beats for you"

oh the beauty just laughed

so cold so crude

"you smelly old fat hairy pig" 

she said "you thought i could love you

i'd rather be dead"

She laughed and she turned

and she danced to her home

Leaving the beast Heartbroken 

and all alone 

Well the beauty 

lives all by herself still today

the Beast learned his lesson

and changed his ways

he learned that true beauty

can never be seen

and that things are most likely

not what they seam."

She lightly strummed the ukelele letting out a sigh and finally putting it down, her fingers starting to become sore. 

[Rowan Booker]

Winter break had been...interesting to say the least for the Boston boy. Staying in Vermont had probably been the best decision he made. With the opportunity to spend time with his cousin more or less whenever he wanted, being able to see his best friend, and also being closer to a certain brunette boy, things had played out fairly well for him over break. Granted it had been full of a lot of strange emotions that he was still getting used to, it still made him feel better than he knew he'd feel had he gone to Boston to see his mother.

Rowan could say that he missed his Aunt Maryna, a lot actually. And he had made it a point to visit her soon, potentially take Beatrice up there for a weekend. He just couldn't bring himself to visit his own mother. Not after having confessed to something just a few months ago that brought back all of the reasons he resented her. Maybe it wasn't entirely her fault and maybe by now he should have been over it, but the fact of the matter was that he wasn't.

Walking into the student lounge with every intention of just hanging out in a place that wasn't filled with stuffy girls that didn't have any fun whatsoever, Rowan scanned the area to find a secluded area. As his eyes roamed over each face and every seat, they eventually stopped when he found here a soft song that had drifted towards him was coming from. And a slow smile spread across his face.

Olivia Baker.

Rowan shoved his hands into his pockets as he headed over and cleared his throat, "Excuse me ma'am, but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that you are an amazing musician and I've instantly fell in love with you." He laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "How ya doin' babe? Mind if I sit with you?"

[Olivia Baker]

Her fingers strummed lightly on the strings as she hummed the tune she'd just been singing. She missed music, Hammel didn't seem to have enough of it, not like home at least. That was the beauty of a city like New York though, there was always something going on, always artists everywhere doing what they loved to do most even if it meant playing in a gross subway station or on the corner of the street. Sure, many of those people were bums, but there were always the professionals sprinkled in there who just wanted to share a little piece of themselves with the world. She hoped one day, whatever she ended up doing, she'd be able to share a bit of herself in a way that'd inspire someone else like they'd done for her. Would it be music? Probably not, she was too practical to dream of being a rock star, but she hoped it'd be something.

Rowan's voice she'd grown to know a little too well, so when she heard it behind her she could only smile. 

"I think that you're full of shit." She said "But thank you." She chuckled, putting the ukelele down. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be stalking around?" She asked raising a brow at the boy. 

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan's hand dramatically fell upon his chest and he looked taken aback. "My dear Olivia, how could you think such things of me?" She was spot on though, most of the time Rowan Booker spoke bull shit, but that was only because he was so good at it. And because some people actually thought he was serious. If he thought he could get away with it, or if he knew he couldn't, he did it anyway. This was one of those times that he knew he'd get called out on it.

Olivia was a beautiful girl, feisty and fun to be around. She was pretty real too, not one of those ditzy girls that just flirted mindlessly. Rowan knew his fair share of those girls and he had to admit, they were good for something, but nothing like this. Very rarely did he seek people out, it was more the other way around.

"Late? Not even a little. This is like the beginning stages of stalking around, lucky you. I get creepier the longer it goes on, so you caught me at a good time," Rowan smiled at her. "How are you? Haven't seen ya since the party!"

[Olivia Baker]

She wrinkled her nose hearing her name. Olivia. He was one of the only people who called her that besides her parents and even they shortened it to embarrassingly enough Olive most of the time. "How?" She chuckled as a playful smirk made its way onto her lips. "Because I'm not an idiot and I know you." Liv said confidently. She didn't know where this boldness had come from. Probably the lack of sleep. 

"Lucky me" She smiled returning her attention to the small instrument, she was done playing it but her fingers ran over the intricate carvings that adorned its body. "I've been good." Standard thing to say. But she was never one to open up much plus she was sure her little kissing escapades were running through his mind by now and that was definitely something she didn't care to talk about. 

"Nothing to report I'm afraid... still boring old Liv." She said as she carefully placed the ukelele down before settling into the couch deeper, looking over at her late night companion. "What about you? Break any hearts lately?"