A celebration of all things romantic with the Bransons! And each day will have a special “theme”!
Wednesday, June 7–HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, TOM & SYBIL! Celebrate the Bransons’ “official” wedding anniversary!
Thursday, June 8–”HISTORICAL ROMANCE” Pick your favorite historical setting–Edwardian, Roaring 20′s, Regency, Victorian, Tudor, Medieval–whatever the historical setting, make it romantic!
Friday, June 9–”CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE” A special day for lovers of “Modern AU”!
Saturday, June 10–”ROMANTIC SUSPENSE” Angst, action, with a dash of mystery!
Sunday, June 11–”ROMANTIC COMEDY” Tickle the funny bone and woo with laughter
Monday, June 12--”ROCK THE AU! THEME-DAY ROMANCE” June’s theme is “Rock the WW2 AU!”
Tuesday, June 13–FREE DAY! Any romantic setting/rating of your choosing!
Prompts will be offered at the month’s beginning. Stories, drabbles, picsets, fanart, any way to get creative and celebrate the wonderful and unique romance that is Tom and Sybil! SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND JOIN US!
“So do you find it helps you, this working round the clock?” he asks.
The question knocks the wind out of her. No one has ever asked her that. She has never asked it of herself. Well, old girl? Is it helpful? Is it necessary?
pauses for an unnaturally long amount of time, so that she becomes
aware of him watching her. She feels herself blush again. “I’m sorry,”
she tells him, “only it’s been a very long time since anyone’s taken an
interest in the reasons why I do things.” Pausing again, she tries to
work out an honest answer to his question that doesn’t give away too
much, finally settling on, “I find it’s best to stay busy.”
doesn’t really answer his enquiry, but how exactly does one explain the
gnawing emptiness in her heart that, given the opportunity, would
consume her from the inside out?
He has the grace to accept her
partial evasion and changes his tack a bit. “When you do find time to
break away from here, what do you like to do?”
She looks at him
blankly. His questions, while perfectly innocent, burn like a red-hot
poker in her diaphragm. Scanning the catalogue of her mind, she comes up
empty. The realisation chokes her.
He scrambles for a glass of water and hands it to her. “Are you alright?” he asks.
she can, she nods. After she recovers, she tells him, “Your questions
wouldn’t seem particularly probing to anyone else, but they’ve brought
me to a rather startling conclusion about myself: I haven’t got a life,
someone: haha why are you so obsessed with *insert show/book series/film/etc)
me, internally: because throwing myself into something allows me to briefly forget the constant depression misery and sadness i suffer through every day and when i marathon things my self hatred sometimes starts to disappear because i forget that i’m a real person who exists in the real world. my obsessions help me to cope when i feel like i’m about to explode or cry or scream or all of those at once and once i get into something i barely think of anything else for weeks which is a very unhealthy coping tactic but hey it helps so