#asmeoraich

[laidirnighean]

@asmeoraich ​ liked for a starter

you kiss his shoulder gently, the heat beneath your lips sending tingling sensations across them and in turn making you smile. inhaling, they shift to his neck and your arms encircle his shoulders. jem stirs in the corner, and you only take your eyes off your husband for a moment to ensure your son hasn’t awoken. when convinced he’s settled, you return your attention before getting up and moving around him, tucking your finger beneath his chin to make him look up at you. “what’s wrong?” you whisper, eyes lingering and thumb now sweeping his cheek. “you’ve been quiet. talk to me. let me in.”

[laidirnighean]

@asmeoraich liked for a starter

the wet mud beneath her feet sludges as she moves through it, boots sinking in such a manner, brianna believes she may just lose one if she’s not careful. the sky above her bellows and the cascades of greyed out clouds seem to part, opening up and pouring down with floods of rain. she welcomes it, lets it cool her skin as the heat manages to reach her cheeks. her chest had seemed to constrict slightly, halting her breath and burning like a fire deep within her. nevertheless, she persisted. would rather die than stop pushing. because someone had seen him. someone had uttered his name and she’d be dammed if she brushed it off like so many dreams she’d had before.

roger.

her roger.

god, she had been mad with joy the moment she’sd heard his name be called amongst the new arrivals at camp. “a mr roger mackenzie.” she’d been told before snapping the pen in her hand there and then. quite unable to fight the overwhelming emotions that had escalated through her body and across her skin. she’d left then, handed her duties to another before running in the direction of the camps left-wing gate. 378 days. 378 days it had been since she’d last saw him. had almost given up hope entirely that that’d ever be the case and yet - his name rang through her head repeatedly. as she sludged through the mud and the rain and the deep chill of the winter air. 

finally, brianna reaches the crowds. pushing through them with such force, such desperation she’s almost sure she’ll see one fall. he was here, amongst them all. hidden away between their ripped clothes and tired bodies. eyes shift, watching the gaps that stand on either side of them... until she spots him. clear as day, only feet metres away from her and eyes prick. erupting in tripped tears and caught breath. he’s real. standing before her; alive and breathing and real. without much thought, she moves closer until her body becomes overwhelmed with emotions. it had been a long year. so- so long. she’d seen things, done things... carried all that weight with the idea that’d been lost to her. and yet- here he was. 

“roger..” she begins slowly before finally catching up to him, rain soaking her cheeks and drenching her clothes. bree smiles quietly, toying with the idea to reach out and hold him. the band on her wrist practically burns now, “you- you’re alive?” she whispers, caving finally and letting herself touch his face. “you’re okay.”

[caomhnighean]

@asmeoraich. sc.

     ‘ I’m just saying --- ’ She holds her hands up as if to say don’t start, I know I’m right. ‘ I’ve spent enough time third-wheeling to know when I’m doing it. ’ Faith goes back to eating her grapes, mostly to give him the opportunity to say something himself. 

[laidirnighean]

@asmeoraich sent ☾ for an aesthetic:

brianna fraser x roger mackenzie + drums of autumn

[brownhairedlass]

asmeoraich replied to your photo

oh! we have Frank/BRJ at randallbyname

Oh yes, I always leave out one. *face palm* Thank you for reminding me!

[breexfraser-blog]

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asmeoraich​

Pain. That was the first thing to peek through her consciousness. Wet and cold. That was the second. Coughing, Brianna sat up, looking around wildly as she tried to catch the breath that had been knocked from her. Obviously they were back where they had started, back in Scotland, and she could feel Roger’s hand still wrapped in her own. That was a relief, but she couldn’t think of many others. “Roger, Rog, you alright?” She finally managed to wheeze, leaning over and ignoring the soreness that was still in her now empty abdomen. Shaking his shoulder, she was relieved to see that he was breathing, maybe not in any better shape than she was, but alive.

That was what was important right? That they alive and together. Her mother had insisted that she go back to the future, that there was no reason for them to stay, not when the Revolution would be starting in a few short years. After some convincing they had finally agreed.

“We made it back.” She said, surprised to find tears burning in her eyes, despite her relief. Brianna shook her head, looking down at the pants she’d worn, trying to be positive, soon she’d be in jeans again, her favorite sweatshirts. No more petticoats or ridiculous dresses. “We’re home.” 

[annsachd-blog]

“Thanks for not blowin’ my head off.” (from asmeoraich)

The usually warm whisky-coloured eyes had taken on the appearance of those of a hawk, ever watching, ever keeping their owner informed of the need to attack. One wrong move was all it would take.

“Dinna get too cocky. I havena ruled it out completely.”

Gun may be lowered to her side, but she was not unready to use it if her suspicions proved true. For now, though, he seemed harmless enough, even if his clothing was...odd as was his manner too. Growing up in the wake of Culloden, witnessing the horror of the English’s reign of blood in the Highlands, she was naturally wary of strangers, but she was first and foremost a compassionate woman. The man would live until he proved himself unworthy of her mercy. Or her father’s, for that was who she was taking him to now. Da would know what to do with the man. Da always knew what to do.