#c catherine

[emmavhq]

“Aye, don’t start sucking some lads face in front of me in here? There’s plenty of corners over there for your pleasing.” @ofdvrkncss

[maevepetre]

text @ catherine (september 10th)

Maeve: Mi Paloma! Catherine! Guess what?!

[a tiny, /very/ minuscule pause]

Maeve: I got a job!! At this flower shop!! It's super cute and I love it so much. :) Please come visit me should you have the time.

Maeve: 🌸 🌺 🌼 🌷

[agentcharlespearce-blog]

Fiction || Charles & Catherine

He’d proposed to her the day the world had ended.

They’d come to the United States to visit one of her friends from university and possibly see the Pacific. Instead, they’d sat inside their hotel room, watching the news and making plans. It hadn’t been quite so awful, straight away. A few sick people in a few select locations, presumably under quarantine. But as things escalated, so too did their uncertainty and the precariousness of their situation. And so he proposed, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to spend the entirety of whatever remained of his life with Catherine.

Five years later, finding an officiant was proving to be a more difficult task than they’d anticipated. But it didn’t matter. They were as good as married, regardless of the formalities. She was, by and large, the reason he continued to drag himself out of his sleeping bag every day. His stomach clenched as they parted in the morning, and he breathed a sigh of relief to see her return safely at night.

Together, they’d established a routine. Cobbled together some semblance of normality, complete with a small nightcap--hints of home. Grabbing one of the precious few remaining tea bags from their box, he fiddled with some old mugs and removed the kettle, timing it so as to have hot water without the piercing whistle. This was the best part of his day. He flopped down beside her, careful not to spill.

“Here you are, darling.” Adjusting himself on the sleeping bag, he looked over at the book she was holding. “So--what literary adventure have you scrounged up for us this evening?”