“Did you think I just forgot?” the Doctor asks, his face full of apology and regret. “Rose, really, I promise I didn’t leave you on purpose. I thought I… Blimey. I thought came back two hours later, not two weeks.”
Rose sniffs, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She’s had two weeks back on the estate to imagine all the ways the Doctor purposefully left her behind while he went galavanting around the universe doing who knows what. Or worse, she’d imagined him leaving her for good, without warning or explanation.
“I thought you left me.” Avoiding his gaze, she chews on her thumbnail, remembering the multiple waves of hurt and anger she’s experienced since she’d discovered the TARDIS missing from the courtyard.
I remember going into Target on 1989 release day, and mind you I live in a SMALL TOWN, as I started making my way through the aisles towards the electronics section an employee said to me “are you getting the new Taylor Swift CD?” So I was like yeah! It really surprised me he said that out of the blue. So he was like “man, so many people have been coming in and buying that one album” and if that right there doesn’t tell you the power of a Taylor then I don’t know what to tell you.
(background: Final fantasy IV/Final fantasy Tactics. Wiegraf Folles, Milleuda Folles, and Theodore Harvey live together. Don’t ask why they just do. I just like the tone of this one and wanted to share it with you guys.)
“She’s been gone for hours,” Theodore said, setting his mug down. He pushed out his chair. “I’m going to go out and look for her.”
Wiegraf shook his head. “Don’t trouble yourself, Theodore, she’s only gone into town. Knowing Milly, she’s just lost track of the time.” He lifted his own mug, much preferring the fragrant steam rising from it than the thought of having to go out into the howling wind outside. “She was one of my best generals, mind like a steel bear trap when it came to strategy and troop movement. But give her a shopping list and let her loose in the market square and suddenly the breeze whisks away her thoughts.”
“She can’t still be shopping, not in this weather. And she promised me she’d be home before the storm hit. It’s hard to find one’s way when the snow begins to cover the roads.” Theodore was already going to the door, pulling his coat down from its hook. “I just want to be sure she’s all right.”
“Milleuda was a Corpse Brigadier,” Wiegraf said. “She knows how to find her way through a bit of snow.”
The door swung open, startling them both, and Milleuda came sweeping inside, her hair and shoulders dusted with white, scarf pulled up to cover her nose and mouth. “Blasted storm chased me through the hills and caught me on the last ridge,” she panted, stomping snow off of her boots. “Thought the wind was going to whip me right off the road.”
“Mercy’s sake, Milly, shut the door,” Wiegraf called. “You’re letting the winter’s worth of chill in this place!”
“–Sorry, sorry.” Milleuda closed and barred the door, then turned straight into Theodore’s arms. “Ted! At least let me get my coat off first, you big oaf,” she laughed.
“You were due back hours ago,” Theodore said, brushing ice crystals from her hair. “I was about to go out after you.”
“I know, just that it took a bit to find all the things I needed,” Milleuda said. “Didn’t mean to worry you, Teddy, though I know it’s your favorite thing to do.” She stood on tiptoes to kiss him.
“If you’d had taken Feathers, like I said you should–”
Milleuda snorted. “I’m not spreading legs over that thing. I do just fine walking, thank you all the same.”
“And what was it that kept you out so long?” Wiegraf asked, pouring tea into Milleuda’s mug. “Stopped by the hatter’s again? You did like that green bonnet. You could wear it for the Feast of the Resurrection in the spring.”
“You’d look better in it, brother, it frames your curls so you look like a little doll,” Milleuda said with mock sweetness as she unbuttoned her coat and hung it up. She came to the table and set her bag upon it with a heavy thump. “With the snows coming in, the traders were twice as outrageous about their prices for the simplest of things. Thirty gil for a pot of honey. Thirty! I about had to draw steel on the man just to talk him down to twenty-two, and then I had to buy three of his beeswax candles along with it.” She pulled those out, fat yellow candles scored white where they’d rubbed against each other on the trip home. “Scented with beebalm, which is why he was so eager to be rid of them.”
Theodore came to the table, picking up one of the candles and sniffing it, then wrinkling his nose. “White mages sometimes use beebalm in a salve to treat infection,” he said. “I’d never heard of it used as fragrance.”
“Smells spicy,” Wiegraf said. “Sort of.”
Milleuda shrugged. “I’m sure when we run out of other candles to burn, we’ll find use for these. Got some more of that sharp cheese you like, Wiggy, but the cheesemonger was out of the soft kind Ted favors. Too late in the season, he said. More of a summer cheese. What do I know about cheese, says I. He gifted me with his last bottle of cream, though, when I told him I knew the mage up the hill. Seems you’ve always been a help when his pasture fence needs repaired. Said we’re welcome at his table any time we like, though I don’t know if he knew what he was offering.”
“I’m sure he did, Milly, no one can look at you and imagine you pick at your food like a bird,” Wiegraf said, then ducked the swipe of his sister’s hand, chuckling.
“Well, there was also this,” Milly said, pulling the last item out of the bag.
“Milleuda, bless you, but it must have cost a fortune,” Theodore said doubtfully.
“Not as much as you’d think,” Milly said, beaming. “Haggled the pig farmer down to forty eight gil, from seventy. Not bad, if I do say so myself.” She patted the ham, wrapped in paper and bound with string, as if it were a favorite dog. “Solstice is coming up, and I thought it would be nice to cook this up with a bit of honey and brown sugar.”
“Oh, Mercy,” Wiegraf groaned, reaching out to lay a hand on the ham. “Pray Solstice comes quickly!”
“It looks delicious,” Theodore said, putting an arm around Milly’s shoulders. “It will be a merrier solstice than I’ve had around here in many a year.”
“Thought you’d like it,” Milleuda smirked. “Of course, that means you’ll have to get me a present, too.”
Past customs, there was a sign with bold text, and it read her first name, but only the first letter of her last. Not that she needed it – the woman with hair a vibrant shade of red holding the sign was instantly recognisable.
Corrin felt the fatigue built up from twenty hours of restless, broken sleep and struggling to not think about her flight companion slough from her shoulders.
Down came the sign, and with a small smile, she spread her arms as Corrin ran up to her.
“How are you?” Her words were warm and her hug lingered with a gentle pat at Corrin’s shoulder. “Cammy’s at the hotel.” Her gaze flicked to the other person that had accompanied Corrin through the gates, and the look was one of stern appraisal. “Jakob?”
They shook hands, and Selena gave Corrin another small smile.
today in the 32nd anniversary of the 8.1 earthquake that left Mexico City in ruins and killed thousands of people, a 7.1 earthquake hit Mexico again collapsing buildings and letting people trapped, and it was two weeks after the 8.2 earthquake 😭
One person sleeping with their head on the other person’s lap. Getting all drowsy-snuggly when they’re too tired to see straight. Being tucked in and kissed on the forehead before they pass out. Gentle touches while they drift off. Trusting the other person to watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them while they’re out.
mornings after are always tough for robert, especially when he drank from pure depression until he was incoherent the night before. he usually has to deal with a serious hangover coupled with the leftover feelings that he was trying to escape from last night.
somehow he always finds himself wandering into the Coffee Spoon the next morning. the caffeine from his usual pure black coffee helps but what he found that helps even more is the barista’s warm, tender smile when he enters the shop.
mat always gave off a positive energy that attracted robert to the coffee shop more than the coffee ever could. it leaves him feeling warm and fuzzy and… soothed. he almost feels himself addicted to mat’s good vibes, an addiction that makes him feel much better than his…other one.
mat can usually pick up on robert’s serious hangovers & sad moods and won’t hesitate to give him baked goods on the house as well as some TLC. they both enjoy talking about old rock bands, movie references, good music, and the like. they actually found that they had a lot more in common than they originally thought.
the Coffee Spoon slowly became one of robert’s favorite places
Sterek AU: After the death of Claudia magic becomes a taboo in the Stilinski house hold. Everytime Stiles wants to show his dad his magic, to help his dad with his magic John lashes out. Not knowing what to do with the gift that he got from his mother, Stiles represses his magic - doing nearly unrepairable damage to himself.
Years later Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find that the Alpha that killed his sister is far from the most dangerous thing in town.