Faded Memories

Home. The place she most longed for, and yet...it was the one thing she could never have. Home--her true home--was gone, was but a faint whisper of the past, forgotten by all but she. --✥✥✥-- Indie Hetalia OC blog Faceclaim: Janet Devlin Relationship Status: Taken

[awitheredblossom]

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[edinburrie]

There was an attempt at a return smile though the simple facial movements that typically involved it were an effort as pain assailed his head, managing to half whisper a thank you as his gaze watched her leave. Only then did he open his drawer and rifle through the various pain killers and narcotics in there, choosing a couple that might aid in removing the growing discomfort. 

[awitheredblossom]

Some time later, she returned with some soup—homemade chicken soup, steaming hot, from having just been finished.

“How are you feeling?” Already knew the answer, but felt it was a courtesy to still ask.

[edinburrie]

At that point the combination of painkillers and exhaustion had taken their toll, typically he endured both with a pensive look and downing coffee, but as drained as his body was it had given out and he was laying, cheek down on some paperwork. Asleep. 

Her words, softly spoken as they were did nothing but elicit a very snot induced snore from him.

[awitheredblossom]

As the words left her mouth, she noticed that he was fast asleep. Smiling gently, she wondered if it would be best to gently wake him for the hopefully few minutes it would take to coax him into bed; surely it would not be comfortable to remain in his current position for long.

Perhaps it would be best to leave him for a few minutes before trying, that way, if he stayed awake once woken up, he would have at least gotten some sleep. Either way, she thought it best to first put the soup away to be heated up again later.

[edinburrie]

There was an attempt at a return smile though the simple facial movements that typically involved it were an effort as pain assailed his head, managing to half whisper a thank you as his gaze watched her leave. Only then did he open his drawer and rifle through the various pain killers and narcotics in there, choosing a couple that might aid in removing the growing discomfort. 

[awitheredblossom]

Some time later, she returned with some soup—homemade chicken soup, steaming hot, from having just been finished.

“How are you feeling?” Already knew the answer, but felt it was a courtesy to still ask.

[edinburrie]

“I– ..” The tone of her voice had him pausing, he’d tried to evade her gaze but now it was almost impossible and felt his body and heart surrender. He couldn’t say no, the words were on the tip on his tongue which suddenly felt like it was thick and unyielding. 

For a moment he stood with a tissue pressed to his nostrils before he was able to speak. “Don’t..” it was more of a resignation than a warning.

[awitheredblossom]

“You need rest,” she repeated, slightly firmer than before (or “firm” at least, by Molly’s standards), taking a step closer to him. “Even if it’s…even if it’s just a few hours.”

She worried about him—she always did—but especially now, when he was sick and still insisting on plowing through his workload full force.

[edinburrie]

A chill went up his spine, not something she had said but the room began to feel much colder and he found himself slumping back into the thick leather chair at his desk and blowing into the tissue before waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I can’t sleep..” but he was hungry, perhaps something to eat would help as he’d not really had much that morning apart from a stale tasting croissant.

[awitheredblossom]

“Maybe in a little bit?” She watched him slump against his chair in concern; either he was feeling worse by the minute, or he’d only just now “allowed” himself to feel exactly how sick he truly was. “I…could make you some soup, if you…if you’d like?”

[edinburrie]

Sleep was the last thing on his mind, there was too much that needed doing but the more he thought about it the worse his mind got. Not only that but staring down at some of the paperwork only did well to cause a wave of nausea as the words blurred. Blinking he slowly looked back up at her. “You’re too good to me Miss Gire. “

[awitheredblossom]

“It’s nothing, really.” Allowed herself a small smile, though concern was still visible in her eyes.

She watched him for a moment before nodding, excusing herself from the room and promising that it should not take too long to make the promised soup.

[edinburrie]

“I– ..” The tone of her voice had him pausing, he’d tried to evade her gaze but now it was almost impossible and felt his body and heart surrender. He couldn’t say no, the words were on the tip on his tongue which suddenly felt like it was thick and unyielding. 

For a moment he stood with a tissue pressed to his nostrils before he was able to speak. “Don’t..” it was more of a resignation than a warning.

[awitheredblossom]

“You need rest,” she repeated, slightly firmer than before (or “firm” at least, by Molly’s standards), taking a step closer to him. “Even if it’s…even if it’s just a few hours.”

She worried about him—she always did—but especially now, when he was sick and still insisting on plowing through his workload full force.

[edinburrie]

A chill went up his spine, not something she had said but the room began to feel much colder and he found himself slumping back into the thick leather chair at his desk and blowing into the tissue before waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. “I can’t sleep..” but he was hungry, perhaps something to eat would help as he’d not really had much that morning apart from a stale tasting croissant.

[awitheredblossom]

“Maybe in a little bit?” She watched him slump against his chair in concern; either he was feeling worse by the minute, or he’d only just now “allowed” himself to feel exactly how sick he truly was. “I...could make you some soup, if you...if you’d like?”

[edinburrie]

“I– ..” The tone of her voice had him pausing, he’d tried to evade her gaze but now it was almost impossible and felt his body and heart surrender. He couldn’t say no, the words were on the tip on his tongue which suddenly felt like it was thick and unyielding. 

For a moment he stood with a tissue pressed to his nostrils before he was able to speak. “Don’t..” it was more of a resignation than a warning.

[awitheredblossom]

“You need rest,” she repeated, slightly firmer than before (or “firm” at least, by Molly’s standards), taking a step closer to him. “Even if it’s...even if it’s just a few hours.”

She worried about him—she always did—but especially now, when he was sick and still insisting on plowing through his workload full force.

[edinburrie]

“I could honestly do without that plague which is infesting my workplace right now.” Coughs a little, putting a hand on his mouth and praying inwardly that he has not come down with it.

[awitheredblossom]

She frowns, not liking the sound of that cough, and while she knows that it’s going to be of no use convincing him—workaholic that he is—it’s no good for him to work himself to the bone while (potentially) sick.

”Ah…perhaps you should—“

[edinburrie]

“Yes..keep you at a distance, I would not want to give you whatever I might be carrying right now. “ Almost dramatically covers his mouth with one hand and uses the other to hold it out at arms length as it trying to tell her to keep away. “I will not rest I do not have the time for it. “ He half mumbled from behind fingers.

[awitheredblossom]

“Aidan—“ she protests, her frown deepening, first as he holds her away, and then again as he mumbles between his fingers. “It’s not…just a little bit, please? I don’t…I just don’t want you to…to weaken your system by working so much when already ill…”

[edinburrie]

“I can’t leave this for my interns, they will..fuck it up” Lets out a massive sneeze then fumbles around his desk for some tissues so he’s not leaking all over the paperwork, his eyes glancing up every so often to make sure she was indeed, keeping away from him. “I’ll be fine, please Molly stay away I don’t want you unwell. “

[awitheredblossom]

“I’ll be fine, really, but you...you need rest,” she protests, albeit gently. “If you don’t...” Bites her lip. “If you don’t get any rest, you’ll...you’ll feel worse and...”

When she speaks again, her voice softens. “Please Aidan.”

[edinburrie]

“I could honestly do without that plague which is infesting my workplace right now.” Coughs a little, putting a hand on his mouth and praying inwardly that he has not come down with it.

[awitheredblossom]

She frowns, not liking the sound of that cough, and while she knows that it’s going to be of no use convincing him—workaholic that he is—it’s no good for him to work himself to the bone while (potentially) sick.

”Ah…perhaps you should—“

[edinburrie]

“Yes..keep you at a distance, I would not want to give you whatever I might be carrying right now. “ Almost dramatically covers his mouth with one hand and uses the other to hold it out at arms length as it trying to tell her to keep away. “I will not rest I do not have the time for it. “ He half mumbled from behind fingers.

[awitheredblossom]

“Aidan—“ she protests, her frown deepening, first as he holds her away, and then again as he mumbles between his fingers. “It’s not...just a little bit, please? I don’t...I just don’t want you to...to weaken your system by working so much when already ill...”

[edinburrie]

“I could honestly do without that plague which is infesting my workplace right now.” Coughs a little, putting a hand on his mouth and praying inwardly that he has not come down with it.

[awitheredblossom]

She frowns, not liking the sound of that cough, and while she knows that it’s going to be of no use convincing him—workaholic that he is—it’s no good for him to work himself to the bone while (potentially) sick.

”Ah...perhaps you should—“

[awitheredblossom]

((I LIVEEEE))

[edinburrie]

❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜ ((sends two because why not))

“The I emplore you to rest, being awake without much rest is bound to cause your body a mischief.”

[awitheredblossom]

“I will.” She offers what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I...I hope you’re getting enough rest as well?” Only asking because she knows how he gets with work and it worries her.

[edinburrie]

                            『𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐸𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒷𝓊𝓇𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝒹’𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 』

[edinburrie]

❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

“..You never cease to amaze me.” Wasn’t really looking at the view but at her and may have mimicked her words simply because he was lost within the sight of her being bathed in the glow of morning sun.

[awitheredblossom]

edinburrie:

awitheredblossom:

“Uncomf—“ Surprise had her looking up at him, cheeks still slightly tinged with color; she thought his words sweet.“You…you didn’t make me uncomfortable…”

She’d give him a reassuring smile, in hopes of comforting him, but seeing as how he was looking away, it really wouldn’t do much good.

Though he visibly relaxed at her words, there was still a tiny knot of anxiety within his stomach, it stemmed from the uncertainty of whether or not he was a good enough partner to her and their stolen moments together were never enough to truly cement their relationship.

“I don’t often speak without thinking but being with you..I– well it’s difficult to be coherent at times. “ Meaning she would often take words away by merely smiling or doing something as innocent as tucking a strand of hair behind an ear or a miriad of other things which he noticed.

He may have felt uncertain about whether or not he was good enough for her, but Molly was positive that there was no one out there that was better for her than he was–and even if there was, she’d chose Aidan every time; she didn’t want to be with anyone else. (There was, however, the matter that she felt like she, herself, wasn’t good enough for him.)

“It’s…it’s alright…I thought it sweet.” She smiled softly, his actions and words only further endearing himself to her.

[edinburrie]

❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

“..You never cease to amaze me.” Wasn’t really looking at the view but at her and may have mimicked her words simply because he was lost within the sight of her being bathed in the glow of morning sun.

[awitheredblossom]

As beautiful as she found the view, she wasn’t so distracted by it that she didn’t hear his words. “I…you…”

Her cheeks grew pink and she ducked her head to hide it, a shy smile playing on her lips.

[edinburrie]

Her reaction had him look away briefly, his own desire to avoid her gaze surfacing as he realised the words he’d just spoken. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

[awitheredblossom]

“Uncomf—“ Surprise had her looking up at him, cheeks still slightly tinged with color; she thought his words sweet.“You...you didn’t make me uncomfortable...”

She’d give him a reassuring smile, in hopes of comforting him, but seeing as how he was looking away, it really wouldn’t do much good.

[meolog]

unexpected words yellow wildflowers in a long-forgotten place

[0riginalgillies]

‘ bruce me.

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[edinburrie]

❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

“..You never cease to amaze me.” Wasn’t really looking at the view but at her and may have mimicked her words simply because he was lost within the sight of her being bathed in the glow of morning sun.

[awitheredblossom]

As beautiful as she found the view, she wasn’t so distracted by it that she didn’t hear his words. “I...you...”

Her cheeks grew pink and she ducked her head to hide it, a shy smile playing on her lips.