My Coffee Is Black Like My Soul; {Dems/Mad}

[becca abigail faythe]

The sky was a bright, almost transluscent blue dotted with puffy, white clouds. For anyone else this would be considered a beautiful Sunday morning. But for Becca Faythe, who had just spent a painful hour stuck inside the confines of a heavily crowded church, it was a bad start to what she had hoped would be a good day. Her eyes flicked down to her phone hidden in her dress, her foot nervously tapping the floor and her anxiety level growing. Her dress felt too tight, she worried that someone would notice she'd gained a little weight from being pregnant, worried what her parents were going to say when she got up to leave. How Dems would react if/when she told him about the baby. How she was going to plan a wedding. Whether her parents would even show up. Who the guest list would be. Her mind was racing so fast it was giving her a headache! Of course, having come off her bipolar and anxiety medications it was only to be expected. Her head bowed and her hands automatically clasped as her father did the closing prayer. A half-mumbled amen escaped her black-painted lips. Her dad threw out his hands, dressed in his nice suit and told them the same thing as every week; "Go in the grace, and the peace and the name of the Lord. AMEN!"

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. She looped her arm through her dad's, her mom on her dad's other side, as they walked towards the exit. Common courtesy was that they would stand outside the doors to the church, greet people as they left and make pleasant small talk. Which Becca managed to get through as well. Her dad gave her a curt nod halfway through the routine to signal she could leave early. She very nearly danced in joy at the thought of leaving. Her feet couldn't move her fast enough away from the church's front doors. She'd gotten the privelges back to her hearse finally, a late 16th birthday present (as in a year later) from her father. As much as he despised the way she dressed and the music she listened to and her obssessions, he was kind enough to get it. Her parents had absolutely freaked when she told them she and Demetri were engaged a few weeks ago, but strangely she enjoyed their ignoring silence and general avoidance more than their attention. She drove over to the local coffee shop to meet Dems for coffee and wedding planning. Her hand fondly smoothed the front of her new notebook that Dem's had gotten her to replace her old one. She remembered the emotional turmoil she went through as the two had burned her funeral planning notebook. But the idea of being a wife was exciting, the idea of being a mother...not so much. But the new life she was carrying inside her would be given everything Becca and Dem's could provide. Her rush of getting the wedding things finalized had only been increased since she found out about the pregnancy. She decided to walk to the coffee shop since it wasn't too far from the church

Becca opened up her parisol and held it over her pale face to shade it from the rays of the sun. Her heels wobbled a bit as she walked down the gravel path and onto the sidewalks of Lipton. Her blue eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses and her hands were daintly covered by fingerless lace gloves. Paired with her lace and black dress and her cameo choker she looked like a gothic angel walking the streets. A dark, etheral princess from a bleak world. Her heels made a clicking noise as she walked, the coffee shop now in view. As Becca arrived at the coffee shop she noticed just how empty it was. Most of the churches hadn't let out yet today so she was among the first patrons of the day. She ordered her usual mocha cappuchino and settled in the back booth she always shared with Dems. After closing her parisol and opening up her notebook she began reviewing the various aspects still needing to be taken care of. She still needed to go to the big city nearby and shop for a wedding dress. Becca's wealthy Nana on her mother's side who had always been close to her was shelling out all the money for the wedding. She thought it stupid Becca's parents were behaving as they were and only wanted to see her grand daughter as happy as could be. She sipped her cappuchino and smiled to herself, slipping off her sunglasses, and scribbled down another RSVP from her cousin who was to be maid of honor.

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( TAG ) Dems/Madcat
( WORDS ) 800
( OUTFIT ) click!
( MUSIC ) Listening to Lithium by Nirvana
( NOTES ) Nah!
( CREDIT ) by SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE. at caution. banner to Google.

[demetri james rosswell]

it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out
- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Demetri walked around his house, bored out of his own mind. His parents were at church right of now, and even when church got out they would be out doing there Sunday errands. They refused to take Demetri to church, and that was quite okay with him. He didn't like church, it was boring and he always got weird looks; the only upside to church had only ever been Becca.

He took a quick shower, rinsing away the sleep that still clutched at him. He was a always night owl, the night was when the fun stuff happened. He got dressed for the day, black jeans and a black shirt. There wasn't much to be done for his hair, of course. He did put on black jelly bracelets, just because he could, then eyeliner. He looked towards his trusty converse one stars to protect his feet today, his favorite shoes.

He looked in his kitchen for food, in vain. His parents had salad. They were trying to lose weight, and it affected Demetri more than them. They would probably have lunch while out, while Demetri was home eating the tofu and soy crap. He was a teenage boy, weren't they suppose to eat meats and filling stuff? He took out the tofu chicken, and almost barfed. Why was it white, and why did it jiggle when he poked it?

He was not eating that. He picked up his car keys, he craved soda as well. He sighed and decided to just go to the cafe, if his parents were at church and doing errands they wouldn't care. Demetri decided his parents didn't really care about him much anymore. Whenever he got the money and he and Becca married, he would move out and they wouldn't even matter anymore.

Demetri drove to the cafe, only about ten minutes away. He walked in, hearing the sounds of clattering dishes and many conversations going on. He was filled with absolute joy when he saw that the cafe had one open seat, and the person sitting there was Becca. She looked so calm and serene, he barely wanted to disturb her.

Becca was Demetri's everything, she was the only person for him. She was his gothic angel, the lady he was going to marry. He had already proposed now all that was to be done was marry. Boom; happily ever after. Demetri had picked his best men, and some family members to just come. But honestly he didn't have more than two handfuls of family members that cared enough to come.

He wandered over to Becca and tapped on her table. "Care if join?"He said with a smile.





does it f e e l like a head to lean on?
- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -

THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Becca/Ren.
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » IDK
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » witchcraft - pendulum
THEY ARE WEARING » Polyvore and Demetri just dont mix.
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » Sorry for the wait.
CREDIT GOES TO » carolyn at caution.