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Okay, a long absence... longer than a year I imagine. But I’m back, a lot has changed. Been through two moves, lots going on, new job, new flat, a lot of new things. My writing has either suffered or improved dramatically after such a long break, but if anyone still following me feels like writing together again/for the first time just like this post and I’ll get a starter up for us.
Amelia rarely drank, but when she drank... she drank hard. And as always she felt sorry for herself the next morning. So, half asleep, half awake; half dressed with last night’s top thrown over this morning’s pyjama bottoms the blonde made her shaky steps downstairs and dropped unceremoniously onto the couch beside her flatmate.
Clean Up Crew [Declan]
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Declan opened his mouth to protest–this was his fault, after all–but the firm tone Amelia used–rare, given her usual gentleness–stopped him cold. He shut his mouth, lips pressed firmly together, though they quirked when she teased him ever so subtly. Declan caught her smile and relaxed, nodding to tell her that he understood and would drop the worrying for the time being. He collected the cards, bundling them up with a rubber band, then moved towards the kitchen. After rummaging through the mostly-empty fridge, he grabbed two beers, popped open both, and returned to the living room, leaving one of the bottles on the coffee table as he waited for Amelia.
Lightly trailing her fingers over his shoulder, the blonde found her way to the wash room. Bolting the door behind her, she shrugged out of the bloodstained dress and shimmied the tights down to her ankles. Stepping out of the pool of fabric, it was hard to contain the sigh of relief. Then the hot water hit. And Amelia couldn’t suppress the hiss. Lathering herself up, the blonde tried each and every scent the bathroom had on offer. Emerging almost an hour later, she rummaged amongst the drawers until she came across something suitable to wear: matching pyjama bottoms and top, clearly designed for someone nearly twice her size: but, they were the only matching items she could find.
Lightly, she stepped into the living room. Dropping down onto the couch before she even noticed the open bottle. After a moment or two, she reached out and brought the bottle to her lips, taking a sip, the blonde set the bottle down and returned her attention to Declan, each and every unanswered question still hanging to her closed lips.
“Just give me a moment to think,” Amelia sighed, leaning back into her chair as her hand raised to massage at her temple. “It doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry.”
Hey, sorry I’ve been so MIA... moved back home and haven’t even opened my laptop in two weeks save for uni related things. But I’m kind of back... not sure who is still interested in Amelia and her threads but I’ll try to get back into the swing of things.
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“No worries-I can do the landscaping,” Gabriel told her as he started to draw. His drawing would look like an professional did it, the lines so clean they could been pristine. “And then we can do the floral arrangements once I’m done.”
Hovering by the table, the blonde watched with thinly veiled curiosity as he worked. Eyes tracing the pencil’s path as it glided smoothly across the page, for a moment: Amelia wondered just why he’d hired her when he seemed so adept. “Of course Sir.” She exclaimed after too long a pause, captured by his work.
Sorry for just disappearing, uni kind of wiped me out these last few weeks. Going to try to get a few replies out tonight.
university isn’t going great at the minute.... but good news? Internet is fixed and my personal life is awesome. Still on a temporary hiatus while I work on this dissertation but owed posts are in my drafts and I’ll get to them as soon as I’m free.
Hiatus warning.
I have no internet connection at home at the moment... plus my dissertation is due in 10 days so there’s that to work on. I’ll be back afterwards but for now I won’t be around much.
Amelia fact #002: TV-wise, Amelia loves British murder mysteries like Death in Paradise... and is very annoyed when she can’t watch them at the same time as her siblings as they tease her with spoilers.
Remind me?
You, a historian, find something odd in your records. The same face, accompanied with variations of the same name, keeps emerging in paintings, drawings, woodcarvings and documents, from a span of several centuries. It looks suspiciously like your assistant.
This blog supports the idea of MULTIPLE THREADS with the same muse.
give me a first date. give me going to a small town carnival and my muse winning your muse a giant stuffed bear (or your muse showing up my muse and winning them a giant bear). give me going on the ferris wheel and my muse rocking the chair while yours begs them to stop. givE ME WALKING THROUGH A CORNY HAUNTED HOUSE HOLDING HANDS AND EVEN THOUGH The scares are predictable and noT scaRY YOUR MUSE STILL SQUEEZES MY MUSES HAND AND SUBCONSCIOUSLY MOVES CLOSER PLEASE.
Amelia fact #001: She’s a vegetarian, has been since she was eight years old.
Non-romantic fluff starters
“Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”
“I just really need a hug right now…”
“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”
“Join me in the blanket fort. We play until dawn.”
“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”
“Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”
“I had a nightmare… can you stay up with me?”
“We’re going to have to raid the neighbors if you want more pillows to turn this into a Pillow Fortress Castle.”
“This would look so cute on you!”
“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”
“I said we could share a blanket, but if you put your cold feet on me *one more time*…”
“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”
“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.”
“Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”
“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.”
“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”
“After that movie you’re staying for a sleepover. I know you don’t want to go home and sleep alone anyway.”
“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”
“C'mon, I need a Player 2.”
“I bet you can’t make it all the way through the movie without screaming at it.”
“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”
“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
“When we get that house you’re handling the spiders.”
“Going to the mall alone is boring. Besides, I need someone to tell me how great I look in all the clothes I try on.”
“It’s not MY fault you scream like a schoolgirl on a rollercoaster.”
“It’s an arcade, do you need more reasons to go?”
“Please tell me why you were napping in my freshly dried blankets *while they’re still in the dryer*.”
“Can we please take cheesy best friend pictures in that photo booth? I promise to keep silly faces to a minimum.”
“I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.”
“C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.”
“I hate this game so much. Here’s a link, you should totally play it.”
“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”
“HELP I HAVE A SPLINTER”
“Okay, but consider that if you don’t watch this show with me, I’ll still rant to you just as much about the feels it gives me.”
“If anyone turns that fan off again I swear someone’s going to bleed.”
“Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.”
“THIS MOVIE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME WHY DID YOU LET ME CHOOSE IT?!”
“I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.”
“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.”
“I need someone to cling to in the haunted house, and you’re it.”
“Yeah, but you’re *my* nerd.”
“The remote is two feet thataway and I don’t feel like moving. We’re stuck with this.”
“You are aware this was the worst idea ever and you’re lucky you’re my best friend, or else I’d leave you alone to deal with this.”
“I’d say sorry my mom tried to adopt you again, but it was kind of my idea.”
“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”
“Okay but hear me out: Fluffy. Sharks.”
“Please keep your sick away from me and get better soon. I made you soup.”
“That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.”
“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”
“We made a pact based on SpongeBob jokes, you can’t back out now.”
