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[nathanieldelmore]

Your top 5 fave people

1. My girl (Liana) @lianaromano-ofmaine

2. Da Boiis (Javan, Rhett, Sam, Henri, and Cy) @rhett-thomas @samuelxfloch @dominantxhenriseznec @cyrusxdukeofmaine

3. DDB (Rory & Kit) @rory-of-nantes @kit-chareonsuk

4. The Book Club (Addy, Jules, and Spitfire) @adelaidelibrarymaid @subjuliapelan @artyeliane

5. Solenn (because that woman is my work wife and I’ll take no comments on the subject) @solennxmadec

Did I cheat? Maybe... but I’d not change a thing about it.

[nathanieldelmore]

Don’t See How It’s Hurting ||12 September, Evening

Three books sat stacked atop Jadon’s desk, his cell a dim paperweight atop the finished novels. His anxiety translated into overworking himself, dragging multiple books around as his focus shifted here and there. He’d been a bad friend, not checking in with anyone after the library attack. Then he’d done the opposite about a week later, messaging too much. Most people told him they were fine, a few gave him longer conversations- some even meeting up for coffee or coming over for dinner. Only one person ghosted him: Eliane.

With a glance at his watch and a mental note of how many messages had gone answered, he decided to handle the silence proactively. With an array of dinner options from J2 to-go under one arm and Elle’s books under the other, he tapped the doorbell with his elbow a few times. Jadon could already feel the anxiety tight in his chest and forcing his breath to come out in thin, jagged spurts as his pulse picked up, wondering if he made a mistake just showing up like this. Then the door opened a ring or two more later and his heart broke a little for not coming sooner. “You’re lucky my arms are full and I can’t hug you... yet.” Not waiting for an invitation he scooted closer. “Gonna let me in or keep avoiding me?”

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[nathanieldelmore]

Jadon was glad to be back at his quiet cottage and thankful that he had everything he needed on the main floor. Liana had been more than kind enough to stay with him when he’d asked, but the last thing he wanted was to disrupt her job. Despite her insistence that he wasn’t, he’d get her to go out to some degree on the promise that he’d keep checking in through text. It seemed easier to manage when others were coming over. He’d been looking forward to some semblance of normalcy with a book and cheesy film night with Elle.

Despite his irritation with maneuvering the wheelchair through the house, Jadon had been too anxious to leave any door unlocked, tripled checking everything had become a nasty habit. So, as the clock approached the hour, he got off the couch and into the wheelchair, book in lap, and sat on the front porch waiting. Straightening up when he heard her approach, he looked up at the familiar face, trying to keep his expression calm and even. “I might be able to keep up with you, Spitfire. If only for a few weeks until I’m cleared for some other idiotic mode of mobility.” Shutting the book, he tugged at the wheels and pushed the door open. “After you.”

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Drew never knew what to get anyone. He was a notoriously horrid gift giver. Nora made things easier though. She noticed little things on their shopping adventures and found what she thought would be silly socks. To his amusement they’d been famous art, so he’d agreed- already preparing for the inevitable smack of Elle’s small hand to his arm when he couldn’t help but look at her like he wanted to see her in nothing but the socks.

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[drewgriffin]

Elle & Drew | Christmas Gala

Drew knew that silhouette regardless of the clothes she was or wasn’t in. True to his boyish nature she always brought out of him, he tickled her hips, like muscle memory immediately finding that exactly little spot where she was ticklish, disrupting her conversation. He whispered in her ear before straightening up, “Clearly you’re the one with brain cells. If I had a single one I would’ve asked you to be my date tonight... not that I’d assume you’d every say yes to me, Bunny.” By the time he was back to towering over the blonde, he smiled at the person she’d been talking to and looked back down at Elle, attention fully on her and perhaps a little rudely disregarding her company. “What’s a man got to do to make up for such stupidity?”

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[nathanieldelmore]

“What did you wish for, Spitfire?” His gaze moved from the bench she stood on up to the starry night, illuminated with lanterns carrying the hopes and dreams for the coming new year.

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