I carry my own sword

As clever as the devil and twice as pretty. Cassie - 22 - sewing extraordinaire

[littlecassiepierce]

charlesamcgill·:

“Half a decade”. Not that he was surprised or impressed at the time frame per se but based on what he experienced of her personality, Aramore almost seemed too small for her. But who was he to judge, he knew her now for how long? Ten minutes? “Did you get stuck here or was Aramore an intentional destination?”  He laughed along with her before saying, “you might want to not do it alone next time. The water’s temperature can be unpredictable”. He just couldn’t help his inner dad. “I do intent to honor that invitation,” he assured and started walking into the appointed direction after he was sure she truly wasn’t cold in any apparent way.

At Charles’ words, a frown crept onto Cassie’s face. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what had brought her to Aramore. She’d been looking for an adventure, something to get her out of the boring routine of primary school to high school to university. “I kind of... stumbled across it, I guess?” she replied, although it was more of a question than a definitive answer. Slowly she nodded in response, eyes casting back to the loch behind them. It had actually felt colder today than it ever had before (and Cassie had been in the loch a lot over the years). “Can lochs freeze over?” She asked with interest. She had a feeling they were heading that way. At his response she grinned and started towards the Drovers; she was quite excited to be somewhere warm. 

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motherdrea·:

“Promise you won’t attempt to do any of this until I’ve had someone look at it?” Andrea turned to face her, knowing just what the girl was like and fearing that if she did that she would be severely hurt. “I can be here when they check it out and talk to you if you’d like?” She figured the least she could do was offer support and the potential to translate whatever they might need to explain. “Only if you’re having one. Don’t go out of your way.”

It was with great eagerness that Cassie nodded in response to Andrea’s offer. She knew literally nothing about construction work, which was why she had called Andrea in the first place. “I’d really appreciate that,” she said with a small smile. At least if Andrea was there she’d be able to explain things to Cassie, because the chance of her understanding anything was incredibly slim. “I could have a tea.” She shrugged, closing the door and walking towards the kitchen. 

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connorj·:

Connor shut the door to his bedroom as he wandered towards his wardrobe, pulling out some jeans, a shirt and a hoodie. He was hoping that this was going to keep her quiet, that she’d be content with the fact he was willing to spend time with her but no, it was never enough. This was why he didn’t like people. He let out a sigh at the question, pulling his shirt on over his head as he tried to think of a nicer way to put it before realising there wasn’t one really. “Eleanor died and she left me the farm,” he finally answered, slipping the hoodie over his head as he exited the room. He should have really said ‘my grandma died’ but that was just another thing that he was sure would bring about more conversation that he couldn’t deal with so soon after waking up. “Left my day job and here I am.”

Connor’s reply made a little more sense than him murdering the old woman and claiming her land, but Cassie couldn’t say she wasn’t disappointed that there wasn’t a more hair-raising story. So did that make him her grandson? Or? At least her imagination got to run wild there (son of her old lover was Cassie’s bet). “What did you do before?” she asked, turning to face him as he entered the room again. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans and Cassie couldn’t deny how hopeful she was that he might actually be preparing for their adventure. 

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carterash·:

Guilt flashed across his face as he couldn’t quite meet her eyes knowing how rude he had come across and that he had been raised better than that. “Sorry.” His apology came out mumbled as he looked up at her through his eyelashes. “I- uh, they should be here any minute. We were all due to meet for 7.”

Instant guilt hit Cassie at the downcast look that jumped onto Ash’s face and she quickly leaned over to bump her shoulder gently against his. Attention caught, she shot him a small smile. “I was just teasing,” she reassured him. She was actually happy to be here and while it wasn’t a real date, it was her first date ever. At least she was spending it with someone she knew she liked. “Great! So how head over heels is he for her?” 

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charlesamcgill·:

“Those are skills that could come in handy. Though, my son has already aquired quite a blanket collection that somehow keeps multiplying like a bunch of rabbits all over our house. I’m not sure if I should add to that”.

Cassie let out a light laugh at Charles’ words. She knew that Aiden had been buying a lot of her blankets, but as far as she’d know they were presents for his friends back home. Not for his own personal collection. “Maybe I’ll introduce a blanket ban for Aiden,” she offered with a smile. 

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katiemcmorgan·:

“No. I don’t.” If anything Kate found it all ridiculous, even if she could admit herself that the situation with the town was slightly peculiar. “C’mon Cass, does it look like I like that kind of thing? And don’t let anyone else hear you say that. We don’t need anymore tourists here.”

Cassie could understand why Katie hated the whole concept of Mother Nairna- she’d lived here her whole life. But Cassie? Cassie had only been here 5 years and she was still enthralled by the magic of it all. “I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about,” Cassie said gleefully, indicating one of the many piles of snow around them. “Unless Aramore is going to rebrand as the next big winter resort. Maybe they can hold the next winter olympics here.” 

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marcuskinsella·:

“I don’t see how that would be any fun”

“Easy. You come to the class. You chat. You make friends. And at the end you get to leave with a blanket- fun!”

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marcuskinsella·:

“Because you love me just like everyone else”

“That might be going a bit far- I’ve only just met you.” 

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charlesamcgill·:

“I’m taking from your words that you’ve been living here for a while?” Charlie asked, smiling still. She sure sounded excited that someone shared her apparent love for the town. And wasn’t it refreshing that she had no idea who he was. Yet. Because he would never be able to escape that legacy. “Well, I’m inclined to believe that it’ll never be boring considering I just witnessed you catapulting yourself into a freezing loch”. His whole demeanor was laced with amusement before he assessed her with a little more seriousness. “Are you warm enough?”

Cassie nodded, a wide smile arching over her lips as she did. “5 years,” she said, proudly. And it had flown by. There was something about this town and the people here that had really made her feel like this was her home. She couldn’t help but laugh at his next words. “Things are usually a little more.... normal around here,” she reassured him. “Today was just a day to jump in the loch.” She was touched by his concern and nodded warmly, pulling her bundle of fabrics tighter around her. “I am, but I believe you owe me a drink to warm up - the Drovers is this way.” 

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katiemcmorgan·:

“Oh please don’t tell me you’ve joined the that mumbo jumbo?” Gently shoving Cassie’s shoulder playfully as she rolled her eyes laughing at her friend’s dramatics, unsure if her friend actually believed in any of that silly superstition and town lore. “It’s easy for you to say that, you haven’t had to deal with it all your life.” 

Cassie swung her head round to Katie, mouth dropping wide. “You mean you don’t?” She asked in surprise, flicking her friend on the side. “Don’t you think it’s completely adventurous, magical, romantic.” She paused for a moment, as if in thought, before adding: “Although now I think about it, it sounds like just the sort of thing a Tourist Board would make up to bring in more visitors.” Well maybe she still believed it... A little. 

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katiemcmorgan·:

Continued from here @littlecassiepierce·

Katherine released a happy sigh as she stared out at the loch and settled into the hammock comfortably, she rummaged through her rucksack and pulled out a blanket to cover the pair of them and then grabbed her book. “I’m so glad I let you talk me into this. I haven’t had a backdrop like this in ages, well not while reading anyway.” She grinned and then picked up her book. “You did good, little bird. I’m proud.” She nudged her friend with her shoulder winking.

For a few moments, Cassie stretched her arms up high, letting the warmth of the sun brush her bare skin, before she was reaching down for her book. “Great views, great entertainment, a comfy seat,” she said, with an enthusiastic wiggle. “You can’t say I don’t treat you right.” 

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marcuskinsella·:

Let me think…no

“Oh but Marcus! It’ll be fun.” 

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marcuskinsella·:

Everyone I meet, sweet cheeks

“Why am I not surprised?” 

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charlesamcgill·:

“What kind of crafts?”

“Just what I do for work - knitting, crocheting, sewing that sort of thing. I could teach you all how to make blankets.” 

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favourite person

@katiemcmorgan obviously. 

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🧶Honesty day🧶

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thistlejamie·:

“It’s perfect here, one of my favourite spots for when I just want to forget everything around me.” She confessed still trying to figure out where she had seen her from. “What’s your definition of new exactly? I’ve been here a little over three years now. I own Thistle Farm?” Jamie was still unfamiliar if everyone knew about her business, having only recently started attending the market to sell some of her produce.

Once again, Cassie was amazed that there was another person in town, who she hadn’t met before. She really needed to realise that maybe she wasn’t as social as she thought she was. “Oh you’re Thistle Farm!” In that case, Cassie did know the girl. Or at least she’d seen her at the Monday Markets sometimes, but she didn’t really get the chance to talk to people then and she hadn’t seen her around outside of that. “I’m Cassie. I run the craft stall at the Monday Market.”