RUN AWAY WITH ME

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Run Away Together Shipping Meme The two of you have decided to run away together. Bottom line, you've come up with that plan and you've worked up the guts and the means to do it. The most obvious source of a desire to leave together is a romance you can't have until you're gone from this place. It's like all the eloping that happened in those epics of old. How charmingly beautiful! How romantic! Who says the old ways have gone out of style? But other reasoning behind the decision could be from the serious - you both want to escape imprisonment, an oppressive atmosphere, or a miserable destiny - to the more lighthearted. Maybe an adventure is just what you need, where you'll finally get to see the world...and, slowly, fall in love. Because that's what the crux of all this is: even if the escape started out as mere convenience, you both want to stay close and work together. In the end, when you've finally run where you want to be and the danger, if any, has passed, you may find you don't want to go your separate ways. Comment with your character, preferences, and why your character would run away alongside someone. Reply to others. Run, run away, and never return. Or do.

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[perfectible]

[ While he might be waiting for the other shoe to drop when it comes to the two of them, she worries that the darkness that lives inside of her might become too much for either of them. He loves her, she loves him, and that needs to be enough to fuel them for a long while.

All you need is love, right?

As they walk, she doesn't think about the last time she was at the bus stop or how she felt, nor does she let herself think of the misery that drove them to this point. Instead, she thinks of the future, of hope, and of their plan. And as they walk, her thumb slides over the back of his hand, the fingers of her other hand curling around the strap of her duffle bag, slung over her shoulder.

She's ready.

Jughead is poetic even in the simplest way, the way he moves, the way he says they have to find their own way from now, the way he pulls out a spray can to say his goodbye. Glancing at the can and then back at him, her lips curve into a thrilled sort of smirk. Rebellious is a good look on Betty Cooper. ] I'm ready. [ She lets go of his hand and tilts her head towards the sign.] Show me how?

[ How to be more rebellious, how to say goodbye, how to be poetic.]

[tarantinoed]

[He's not worried about the darkness in her. He worries about the darkness in the rest of the world. But he lets go of her hand to switch the spray paint can over, offering her a confident smile and a shrug. He did have more experience in American Graffiti style vandalism, after all.

Might as well give Riverdale one last story to tell. He doesn't go big, or even spray his name this time, just a single J, topped with a signature little crown. He steps back to look it over with a tilt of his head. Not his best work, but it would do.

They might as well leave their last mark on Riverdale, fleeting thought it would be. He shakes the can again, wrapping an arm around her as he slips it into her hand, his own resting over the outside of hers as he straightens her arm out to the sign.]

Closer you get, the more control you have over the details. You don't have to push down hard, just keep your arm out like this and do whatever you like. Doesn't matter how it looks. It'll be yours all the same.

[Their tiny goodbye letter to Riverdale.]

[perfectible]

[ It might be surprising after all the school events she's organized that Betty Cooper has never really used a can of spray paint to write. Sure, she's painted a few things a solid color but vandalism wasn't something she excelled at. Needless to say, she watches him do it with an appreciative smile, finding her lips quirking at the crown he draws out.

It's his thing. And she wonders what hers is as he sprays it out.

They are suddenly Ghost-ing it, his arm around her and his body pressed up against her in a way that makes her breath hitch a little. Her eyes flutter and she keeps on smiling, letting him direct her hand as she now holds the can in it. She's always been good at listening but for a moment, she's a little distracted, forgetting what they are about to do, forgetting everything that's happened and thinking of only how they are making their mark on the world together.

She nods at his words and rolls her shoulders just a little before she moves to spray out a slightly messy (but still probably fairly good for a first timer) version of capital B, the little curl at the top meant to represent her ponytail.]

There.

[tarantinoed]

[It's good, especially for a first go, and there's a little swell of pride in his chest when she finishes the letter.]

I like it. [His words are genuine, and he nods as he says it. He takes the can from her when she's done, studying the pair of letters with a little grin just at the corner of his mouth. They look good, side by side, but it's missing something.

He gives the can a last few sprays along the sign, a quick couple of strokes to make a pen-like shape, a squiggle bleeding out from it like a line of ink to tie it all together and balance it out. He's pleased with their work when he finishes. He caps the can, tucking it against the sign pole before taking her hand again.

He takes a mental picture of their goodbye letter and nods his head toward the stop. They still have ten minutes until the bus comes, according to his watch.]

Next stop, a new horizon.

[perfectible]

[ She relinquishes the can to him before she moves to pick up the duffle bag from where she'd dropped it to the ground, pulling it back over her shoulder just as she hears the can spraying once more. Her eyes lift to watch what he's doing, another smirk curving her lips when she sees his addition.]

Now it's perfect, [ she murmurs, letting him take her hand before giving his a squeeze. The pen is the perfect way to tie them together. There's a swell of pride and love in her own chest, in the vicinity of her heart and she feels her cheeks flush with excitement as he reminds her that the future awaits them.

She gives the graffiti one last glance before she moves to pull him towards the stop.] I think you're the swell-est, Jughead Jones.