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"How're you holding up?"
At first, Amelia was confused. What would she have problems with?
Oh. Right. She had been keeping her mind off of it the best that she could- it always made her hurt a little.
“Eh, I’m alright. No biggie.” She gave a laugh, turning back to fixing a seam on her shawl. She had been keeping herself rather busy, so she didn’t need to think about it.
"Delivery for Amelia Jones!" He said, dryly, cradling her sleeping son to his chest.
Amelia perked up, holding her head at the sudden movement. God, that hurt. “He’s asleep? Jeez, how did you get that to happen?” She asked jokingly, walking towards the tent entrance.
"Hey- you the repair man,"
Ludwig stood up, wiping his hands on a rag and looked at the boy, frowning slightly. “May I help you?”
Absolutely seething, Lovino stormed in, sitting down with a vicious huff.
“What’s up with you,” he mumbled, staring into the depths of his bottle of cheap near-vinegar wine.
Lovino | au
She hadn't known what to expect, and not in a million years had she expected to be dancing - horrendously, she would add. Despite her flustered huffs of embarrassment, at least it was only her and Lovino in the dance studios.
Sadness and fustration || ablazingember || closed
Coffee. That's all she wanted at that moment. She'd woken up in a state, hair a mess and bags under her eyes - she hated sleepless nights. Filling the kettle with water, then placing it on the mat, she flicked the switch and waited for it to boil. She turned, a soft 'oh' escaping her when she saw Lovino sat at the table. She hadn't noticed him - why was he looking so down? "Bonjour, Lovino!" She called, smiling broadly and taking a seat across from him.
wawawawaawait you were part of gaybabytalia?
yea !! i was gaybabyamerica !! :0
"Want to help me kill a bitch?"
Amelia snorted, leaning across the dining table. "Is it who I think it is?" She asked, grinning.
