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Cara Rosalin McCormick Twenty-two years old Gardner and flower crown enthusiast.

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adameliasbeck:

“Wonderous, huh?” he murmured. He smiled back, he couldn’t help it. “Yeah, yeah, I’m definitely missing home.” He missed home, even the lie he used to live. He almost wished for it back. “I noticed. Just a little, the accent,” he teased.

“Ah like t’think so.” Her smile changed from sympathetic to teasing, her nose scrunching up. “Ah cannae help it! At least you’ve got no accent t’give ye away.” Still, she knew how much home sickness could hurt, seeping into the soul like a gentle ache that never faded. “You should hear me afta few drinks. Ah can barely understand miself.”

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adameliasbeck:

“Nice, yeah. I’m, uh, a big fan of farmer’s markets.” He sued to love the one in Union Square. Even when he didn’t need to get stuff, he’d go down. Buy fruit, wander. God, missed New York. He smiled at her offer. “Nah, I”m okay. Just. One of those days, right? Have you been here long? Not the farmer’s market, the, this town?”

“Then you’ll love the one ‘ere. It’s a wonderous place. Ah spend all m’time there, honestly.” She said with a smile. “Ach, ah know those days. There the ones that make ye miss home.” Sometimes she felt like that about Ireland and Scotland, just home. She still missed her parents but they never spoke of them. “’Bout eleven years. Ah cannae seem to lose m’accent though.”

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finniganmccormick:

Grabbing a muffin from the counter, he chucked it in her direction, the throw edging on a lob. “Have a muffin ‘nd cheer up. Bing Bong would want ye t’be happy.”

She yelped, hands coming up to cover her face from the flying muffin. It hit her forearm before falling to the floor. Luckily for them, Carrick dived forward to gobble it up. “Yer a jack ass. Those are fer eatin’ nae throwing!” She picked up a savoury muffin, throwing it straight at her brother’s head. “Bing Bong wouldnae wan’ you throwing muffins in the house!”

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finniganmccormick:

“Bing Bong, Bing - wait, we don’t sing that song in this household, Cara!”

“Bong,” she finished sadly. “But Finn! Ah’m sad. You cannae deny me my sadness!” 

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“Who’s your friend who likes to play?”

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adameliasbeck:

He smiled softly at her kindness and her insistence. “Okay, just this one time. But next time I’m gonna buy, like, five or six. To make up for it.”

Her lips quirked into a small smile of victory. “If ye’ say so. But if you’d like to, Ah’m almost always down at the farmer markets when it’s open. Cider is jist one of the things Ah sell. Now, more importantly, do you wan’ tae talk about it?”

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jeffainsworth:

Jeffrey let out a small, nervous laugh as he usually did when he was caught off guard. “Shows how much I’m in my own world, I guess. Ah, thank you! It’s a passion of mine, music. Really? Is that so. Well, I do live music here every Tuesday and Thursday night, if you’re interested! Tonight just so happens to be slow.”

She waved her hand absently. “Ach, ye dunnae have to worry ‘bout that. The unsuspecting can make sum beautiful music.” A smile graced her lips, she hadn’t known music was played in this part of town but she knew she would have to come back and drag her brother of Toby with her. “An’ do you jist play the piano or have you got any other hidden talents up those sleeves?” 

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jeffainsworth:

After he’d finished the song, Jeffrey sat back on the bench feeling rejuvenated. Music always made him feel alive. Reminded him he was alive with the effect of transporting him to a whole other world. When he’d stopped making music, he was brought back into the world in front of him and he noticed the fiery red hair out of the corner of his eye. Jeffrey greeted the woman with a smile and a nod. “How long have you been sitting there??”

The music reminded her of Scotland and it’s rolling hills and green highlands. Most of it, it reminded her of her mother and she drank her hot cocoa in silence, losing herself in the sweet melodic sounds. “Oh, ah’ve been ‘ere about five minutes or so.” She said, eyes blinking wide. Lost in her own thoughts, he had managed to sneak up on her. “You’ve a lovely voice. ‘N you can really play. I dunnae think I’ve heard music like that since my friend Toby.”

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jeffainsworth:

On slow evenings, Natalie would let Jeffrey play the piano inside of the Brew. Sometimes he’d sing, sometimes he wouldn’t. On this particular night, Jeffrey decided he’d be singing North by Sleeping At Last, who produced some of his most favourite music. Fingers gracefully played the piano as his voice carried on through the almost empty coffee shop. “Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide… Settle our bones like wood over time, over time..”

Ever since her brother had been occupied with something other than worrying about her, it left Cara with an abundance of free time that she didn’t know what to do with. Mostly she set out exploring the crevices of the town she was yet to discover. That was how she happened upon a small cafe with melodic notes drifting out the open door. The music and the warmth pulled her in, wrapping comfort around her svelte body. Sitting at a table near the source of the music, she ordered some cocoa and watched on with fascination.

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“No, no, I can pay. It looks good, even if it’s not alcohol.”

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“Ah cannae let you do that, especially then you look like you could use it. Please, it’s on me.” 

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“I need a drink, no actually, I don’t think I need a drink. I need something stronger than a drink but I promised my mom I’d never get into hard drugs. So. Drinks it is.”

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“Ah’m sorry ta fool you. It’s just apple cider, non alcoholic. Ah could give you one fer free if you like. You look like you could use it!” 

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    ➳ Something told Oz that maybe it was a good thing he’d missed her brother, but then he also didn’t find joy in sneaking around behind someone’s back. That usually ended badly for everyone involved. He’d been there before. ❝ It does, which is never a bad thing.”

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As far as Finnigan had to know, there was no person in their house for breakfast. He was so high strung that it was a surprise that she’d made any friends at all. “Definitely not. So, what do you like on yer pancakes?” She asked, pouring the mixture into the hot pan, waiting for it to bubble before she flipped it.

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you are far away while I’m here alone between these people who don’t understand me by Tina Sosna  

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ozhart:

    ➳ Oz had grown up in a huge house, a mansion, and hasn’t lived in one since. There was first the dormitories, then wherever he’d scrounged up over the next ten years after in his travels. But he’d always liked the smaller scale. It was a classic wish for something you never had, but it went deeper for Oz. He always wondered what would’ve happened had he not been born into money. ❝ It is,” he agreed honestly. He could tell a lot of work went into it, but not in a bad way. It was nice. “Is this brother going to mind my staying for breakfast?”

It wasn’t a fancy home, they had done as much as they could when they could afford it but it was their home and she was proud of it. “Ah’m glad you think so.” She paused, knowing that Finnigan would probably have a fit if he knew about her inviting strangers in to their home. He couldn’t keep her sheltered forever though. With a shake of her head, she smiled easily once more. “Nay, you missed ‘im actually. There was an early call out so he had to get to work. It just means plenty of food for us, doesn’t it?” 

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tobywrights:

“Now that sounds like doggy paradise.” His attention returned to her, a wide smile on his face as he snatched up a fruit and took a bite. “That’s pretty good. I keep meaning to swing by but there’s so much to see at the farmer’s market. One day, I’ll make it, I promise.”

“Ah’m certain they’ll have a blast.” She assures, already looking forward to it. Plucking a piece of pear up and into her mouth, she nodded as she chewed. “It’s alright. I just know you cannae stand me and prefer the townsfolk. Ah’m not even sad ‘bout it.”

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ozhart:

    ➳ ❝ Be sure to, he’ll listen to you I’m sure.” Lucien was really only ever stern with him. No one believed it of the cute innocent six-foot two-inches man had a vein that popped out when Oz suggested or was in trouble for certain things. Oz smiled when she started leading him to the house. He followed along with her, glancing around at the house and surrounding area. It was nice, quaint, and something he could always appreciate. He went inside at the invitation, removing his jacket, since that would be a little dirty now and removed his shoes, being careful of making a mess. He was a mess, but he also knew when not to make other people’s things a mess. “This is really nice.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be happy to. Everyone needs to know about the goodness of cabbage.” She recalled the name, perhaps from being in town but now she’d be certain to hunt him down and talk to him especially if he was a friend of his. The kitchen was a cluster of half finished chores that she moved from one bench to another, giving the appearance of tidiness. “Thank you, kindly. My brother and I have done a lot to the place since we’ve moved in. It’s a good home.” She smiled, feeling proud of their humble abode. It wasn’t often they had people over (Finnigan was too cautious for that). The smile stayed on her lips as she began readying the skillet. 

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ozhart:

    ➳ ❝ Exactly my reasoning. You should say something to my friend about that.” He smirked a little. He remembered some choice words from the man when he found him sleeping outside the last time. “I imagine so. I know how I would get should he have been the one in my way.” He watched the dog for a moment before he gave him his privacy and smiled at Cara. “I love them. That sounds fantastic.”

  “If ah ever get to meet him, I’ll put in a good word fer you an’ the cabbages.” It would be the truth as well, she had fallen asleep in the gardens a few times herself. Sometimes when you’re tired, you just needed to rest no matter where it is. “Wonderful! The house is just up here.” She waved him along, leading the way down the shaded path as she wiped her hands on her skirts. Once at the door, she held it open for him and for Carrick who had caught up. “Make yer self at home!”