For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.
“I didn’t get it.”
“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally
find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment
that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.
“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you
feel your voice hitch a little on the words.
“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and
pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck
corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red
shirt and let him hold you tight.
“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany
of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading
agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and
something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the
refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through
his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”
His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your
eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in
the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration.
Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly,
reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve
got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if
memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He
clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead
and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”
In the brickyard, I stirred dust With the tip of my brogue. Red Dust is calculated. I know how Home is made. I know grip, taut Tension, invention, stacking, Strange alignments. I begin To build. I am in the guild of Brickmakers. I ache for passion Made in Navajo zig-zags, call Them Netherlandish paving. I am staving off fear by coming Here to design a house from The very beginning. I am winning You, brick by dusty brick. I stick.
I kicked off my new year with the flu from hell, which then went on to spawn a host of illnesses in its wake, but I’m finally back on my feet! It’s still cold and wintry here, and I’ve been dreaming of warmer shades and winter florals. I want colours, all the colours, a riot of colours - I’m sick of being in bed and in pain and I just want to wear the warmest colours I can and enjoy the winter sun ♥
And oh, I’m terribly late, but here’s wishing you an awesome 2014 all the same ♥
i live for the way that the taylor swift fandom aesthetic is changing era by era like back during speak now it was all pin curls and tea dresses and heavy-bound copies of old fairytales and tea cups and fairy lights and red was brogues and 1950s sunglasses and long handwritten journal entries and going for coffee in tiny offbeat cafes and all the browns and reds and golds of autumn and 1989 is like crop tops and leather and cityscapes and hundreds of flashing neon lights and signs and glitter smeared on cheeks like warpaint and bright watercolour illustrations
Little white socks,
Scuffed black brogues,
Red hair in tight braids,
Grass stains on her clothes,
Secrets on her collar bone,
Fresh rain in her hair,
Moans in my worn hands,
Desire in her stare,
Kisses that tease,
Sucks on my fingers,
Knows that she is wrong.
maid - orange page - white? mage - they can come in black, white, and red. :B rogue - black knight - grey sylph - light blue thief - red heir - fuchsia bard - purple prince - also purple..? witch - dark grey lord - royal blue muse - yellow