*hides your paintbrushes*
“You really think this is going to turn out well for you, Fay?” Brianna called out, looking around corners for her elder sister.
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“You really think this is going to turn out well for you, Fay?” Brianna called out, looking around corners for her elder sister.
i want to do things, but i’m also very tired.
harry potter based character questions. BOLD what applies to your muse:
slytherin or gryffindor or ravenclaw or hufflepuff?
chocolate frogs or every flavor beans?
herbology or astronomy?
charms or potions?
thestral or basilisk?
sectumsempra or expelliarmus?
death eaters or dumbledore’s army?
play quidditch or cheer a team on?
divination or muggle studies?
apparition or floo powder?
polyjuice potion or love potion?
bat-bogey hex or episkey?
butterbeer or cauldron cakes?
diagon alley or knockturn alley?
*Anon faerie flits over and hands you a coke, some pizza, and a Meccano toy for you to build with Jem and Mandy*
Curling her hands around the can, it took a lot not to hold it to her cheek just to feel the coolness of ice on the warm day. She’d made the happy choice to return to this time with her husband and children, but god she’d already missed having these luxuries.
“I don’t have to share the Coke right?” Brianna asked in a light voice, wanting to avoid the emotion it all brought up. “I know Roger would kill me if I didn’t save him the pizza.”
fandoms i would be willing to interact with on bree:
star wars (all the star wars)
myth oc’s
chronicles of narnia
GOT (books tho bc I stopped watching the show)
knights of round table (just general Arthur and such)
Over the Garden Wall (one million fucking times man)
fandoms that want to interact with me:
“he throws the glas hard agianst the wall, smashing it - just because i bite someone, doenst mean i love them. i am a ampire, its what i do. i was hungry and she was there at the time. go damn it. dont ever do anything this stupid! - he growls - dont just assume things for the worst ! .”
Our young Lady, grow and see Your land, your own faithful land Sun and moon, guide us To the hour of our glory and honour
Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.
someday i’m going to be here more, does anyone want a thing?
Bullers O'Buchan Cliffs by Lyn Gardner
In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
I’m back.
Roger smiled, pleased that Brianna was so excited about the evening he’d had planned for her. “Your wish is my command, milady,” he assured her, dipping down in a playful bow. He was so excited for the chance to pamper her, to thank her for all the wonderful things she’d done for their family, for the hard work she put into their life there every single day.
He tossed each piece of her clothes to the side as he peeled it away from her, pausing and raising an eyebrow at her words. “Silly me, here I’d thought t’was the customer who gave the tips for service,” he mused, teasing her right back. Roger was glad that Brianna didn’t try to touch him. He didn’t want her worrying about him at all, except perhaps later, if they did decide to go for that happy ending.
Once he had Brianna down to her shift, he led her over to the bed. “Lie back with your head right up to the edge, mo chridhe,” he said, guiding the little stool over to the end of the bed and setting a bowl atop it, the pitcher of warm, oiled water on the floor next to it. He had more water keeping warm over the edge of the fire, ready for her sponge bath when they got to that point.
Brianna laughed but let him lead her over to the bed, wondering if she’d even make it through the hair washing once he started. She was looking forward to his deft fingers massaging her scalp. “Oh you should’ve known better than that.” She replied loftily, laying out over the mattress with a sigh.
Getting comfortable, she stretched out her long frame on the bed, opening her eyes to look at Roger upside down with a smile, feeling the bubbles of happy laughter brewing once more. It was a nice giddy feeling, having her husband back. It was times like these that she was sure that things would eventually go back to normal, that Roger would be the man he was before.
“I hope you know that I’m expecting to have everything you offered, so don’t even think about skipping anything.” She insisted, looking up at him upside down.
ooc ;; let’s do things, Bree is here
Well, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t expected her to be amused. After all, a spa? Nothing in the 18th century could classify as a spa, but he’d do his best. He even had some oil left over for a massage, if she wanted one after her bath. Or perhaps they’d find themselves otherwise occupied. Roger couldn’t say he’d mind that, either.
It was nice to see that smile on her lips again, her eyes alight in the soft glow of the fire. She was utterly beautiful, even covered in sweat and smelling like she’d been running around all day long. He’d take her any way he could. Did she have any idea how much he loved her? Oh, he’d told her, though perhaps a little less so lately. But still, he just couldn’t be sure she truly understood the depth of his love for her.
“Hm.” Roger’s fingers began to work at the various parts of Brianna’s dress, wanting to get them untied and away. “I would recommend the hair first, madame. A good scalp massage can be very soothing, get the rest of ye nice and relaxed. And then the bath, perhaps a ni-” He paused to cough harshly into his shoulder at a tickle in his throat, then continued on. “A nice full-body massage, even. But before all that, I suggest we get ye comfortable, down to your shift, aye?”
A bit of a eager noise escaped her, her teeth on her bottom lip. The whole arrangement actually sounded amazing, the delightful laughter fading just a bit at the idea. “Oohh, yes, all of that, in that order.” Brianna couldn’t help but shudder in want at the entire idea. First being so very clean in the hot water to feeling those calloused hands all over her. God, how long had it been since they didn’t have to rush through sex in hopes that they wouldn’t wake Jem in his cot?
She let her hands drop, letting Roger undress her, her eyes falling half lidded for a moment as she just smiled up at him. “I might let you give me a happy ending as a tip if this is all as good as it looks.” Brianna teased, not making a move to undress her husband at all, like she normally would. She was still grinning in delight at the entire idea, sighing softly.
It was hard to let herself relax and her guard down, even after everything they’d been through, she couldn’t help but want to be stiff and self sufficient. But in this way, this little ruse, something was finally breaking through, allowing the redhead loosen up just enough to actually let Roger be in charge.
The moment he heard her steps outside, Roger felt his breath catch in his chest. He sat forward a little, hoping Brianna wouldn’t mind the plans he’d made for them. She loved having Jemmy around; he knew that, but sometimes they needed some quiet time to themselves. And he needed his wife. He ached for some time, just the two of them, as it had only been for so short a time before their world had been flipped upside down.
He stood when she called out to him, a soft, hopeful smile playing on his lips as he moved forward to tug the door open. “Welcome to Chez MacKenzie, your local evening spa,” he murmured in his gruff voice. Roger took hold of Bree’s hand and tugged her inside, quickly shutting the door behind her so he could pull her in for a deep kiss.
“You know, here at Chez MacKenzie, we specialize in flowery sponge baths and luxurious hair washing. Which would you prefer first, madame?”
Maybe it was because of how much she’d been ran ragged during the day, but it was probably because of how utterly delighted she felt, but Brianna couldn’t help the giggles that immediately started coming out of her. Automatically she’d raised a hand to stifle them, but Roger was pulling her in for a kiss that she enthusiastically returned, despite the laughter bubbling up to her lips.
She felt utterly giddy. This was something she expected of her husband, something so fully romantic Roger, but at the same time, it had completely taken her off guard in the most wonderful way. Smiling so wide that her cheeks hurt, slender fingertips were hovering over her mouth once more when they broke the kiss.
"Oh god, uhm––” At least the problem of stinking from the day was no longer an issue. Inhaling deeply, Brianna looked up at Roger again, laughter bubbling out again. “What’s the recommendation?” She loved the sharp smell of herbals and floral mixing in the air, not to mention Roger’s natural scent. Her spare hand was curled in his rough shirt, eyes sparkling in the firelight.
And in my dreams, I meet the ghosts of all the people who have come and g o n e