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08/12/2022 01:42 PM 

A Thousand Years.

serpent juliet ♔ betty cooper

A Thousand Years.
Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more
"I will not let anything take away "
The bunker is hardly an example of anything that could be described as romantic. The walls were covered with cryptic doodles, and relics of the game's "players" and their exploits remained undiscovered on the lone table that occupied the confined room. There is a musty stench that is hardly detectable by them, but it penetrates every item of fabric inside the walls. At first, it had been overpowering, a constant reminder of its position buried deep under the ground, surrounded by the wet soil many people had stomped over without any idea what exactly lay beneath the surface. But now it was familiar and comfortable, a perfume bereft of its newness that had now settled in the air, which they inhaled by the lungful at any opportunity they could find to do so. Betty had taken great care to remove the itchy sheets and had replaced them with an older pair that she hoped her mother wouldn't notice. The blanket was an old throw hanging on the back of the threadbare sofa in the Jones' trailer for years, which is why it had faded and worn over time.

Betty is of the opinion that it is private, and theirs is more than sufficient compensation for the fact that it is not a perfect situation, what with the metal walls and the remnants of the people who lived there in the past. They had brought new bedding and pillows and even left behind several rolls of toilet paper and an extra charger, but that was the extent of the alterations they had made. Even though they had made the bunker the safest place they could find, it was still an important site in the continuing inquiry that they were desperate to solve. The "game" was becoming more mysterious with each passing day.

Betty's eyes dart over the ribbed ceiling, the little clusters of dust spread between the rafters, and the handcrafted dolls still hanging by the rope. Everything is precisely the same as it was the first time they entered the room. She can't quite figure it out. It seems they're on the verge of a breakthrough, so very close to discovering some semblance of logic buried between the pages of 'the scripture.' Still, until the book is in their hands, she is not confident that the puzzle pieces will fit together, no matter how hard she tries to shove them together.

"Would it be too much trouble to simply take them down?" Jughead murmurs something as he runs his fingers through her unkempt locks and brushes his lips on her temple as the two of them are lying between the blankets with their limbs entwined.

She brings to his attention the fact that "it's evidence. Since we don't have much else right now, I believe it's important to preserve as much of what we have as possible."

"The scripture is necessary for us." Because it is a fact, he states it as if it were a fact. They need it because nothing else about the game will matter to them if they don't know the rules.

The blue fluid and the guys' bodies were far too natural for there to be anything that was not an equally real piece of literature directing their every action. That train of thinking led her to the following idea, which is that specific activities would never be carried out in the absence of detailed instructions. "Ethel only needs to get her hands on it, right?"

"No one else is there but her. There doesn't seem to be any other choice."

She does a little twist of her neck to attract his attention. "That gives me an idea."

As a wave of worry sweeps over Jughead's face, he lifts both of his eyebrows and develops creases across his forehead. "I'm listening."

"What would happen if you directly asked her for it?"

"Well, Velma, I must say that you have certainly devised a sound strategy. I really cannot wait to put this one into action. Betts, where should I go to inquire about her? Where are you? Where are we? If I go out at night and stroll through the woods, I may discover her standing on stilts with a sheet draped over her and branches woven into her hair."

Betty chuckles and gives him a little smack on the chest before bending down to plant a kiss on the grin that is beginning to curl around the corners of his lips. Her lips linger for a split second longer than necessary, lingering over his, before she pulls away and raises an eyebrow, doing her best to convey her displeasure with the apparent use of sarcasm that he has been making. "First, I can't even begin to tell you everything wrong with that statement since it's so comprehensively incorrect. Therefore, I won't. However, there's a chance that you're onto something here." She adjusts her position again, bending to the side and looking upward at him while resting her head on her hand. She is well aware that what she will say may not be the most pleasing idea, but given her present circumstances, it is the only one she has. It wouldn't hurt to ask her if you wanted to participate in the game, would it? As he looks at her from below, he again has that expression of bewilderment on his face, with his eyebrows returning to their previous place near his hairline and his lips drawn into a thin line. While talking, Betty reaches up and runs her thumb over the deep wrinkle with the palm of her hand. "There was a time when she liked you, Juggie. I have a sneaking suspicion that she won't be able to resist the allure of your good looks. What if we both worked to get the knowledge from separate sources? You could find it from one, and I could see it from another. Our parents are in the know about something, but I'm not sure what it is precise; nonetheless, we will find out. You try to cajole information out of our lovely Princess Etheline, and I'll work on my mother. While you do that," she stops, amused by how he rolls his eyes so quickly, as if the practiced move is merely a reflex.

"Divide and conquer? Is it the master strategy you have in mind?"

She offers a correction, saying, "Do whatever it takes to break the case. That sums up the master strategy."

"No matter what it takes?" He asks her as he pulls her closer to him while simultaneously tightening the arm draped around her waist.

She mumbles, "Whatever it takes," as her lips find to hold on to his chest, and she presses a kiss just above his heart, then just above that, going upward in sync with his hands moving in the other way. "Whatever it takes," she says.
What's standing in front of me,

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