caffeineivore replied to your post “So hey. How’s everyone doing? Y’all got any fun stories or happy news?...”
I bought cookies from the cookie place that carries such concoctions as Nutella stuffed peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, etc. I sent a picture of the cookie box to the Lost Child, who was off that night, before heading out to the coal mine Friday night. Knew that I was in for a rough night so if I had to suffer, so did he. A dozen angry texts later, I have exactly zero regrets.
BWHAHAHAHA in a world of flux, where things change at the drop of a hat, it’s good to know one thing is constant: Lost Child’s need for feed. LOL
caffeineivore replied to your post: Hello! This is some original fic for...
THIS IS AMAZE AND I LOVE IT AND EVERYTHING IS GOOD AND NOTHING HURTS AND H6 H6 H6!!!! No but really you are awesome and I love you and in other news there was one more cop on the road on my way home which means the grand total of police avoided today was 7. VIVA EL FAIS, EL LIAM Y EL FINNY. <3333
H6 just for youuuuuuu maybe one day I’ll actually finish it HA! Also I went to the store. I saw no cops, but I did impulse buy cookies though. :D
Hello! This is some original fic for @caffeineivore, since she donated as part of my fic drive. This is a snippet out of a whole big world of mine that we just affectionately refer to as ‘Highlanders.’ If she ever mentions “h6″ this is that.
When Liam had been given the opportunity to travel to Spain, his head had been full of grand ideas. He imagined immersing himself in the culture, learning all that he could while abroad. He had dreamt of seeing how the fine rapiers were made, perhaps even get a taste of Spanish fencing. The food, the people, the history!
Instead he was a glorified nanny to his two idiot friends.
Muttering a few choice curses he had picked up from Lachlan, Liam sighed and scrubbed at his face with both hands. Wondering how in the name of God he had lost both of them. At the same time. Or rather, how they had both managed to get lost at the same time?
“They’re both grown,” he said to himself. “Is it really my fault if they get lost in the Spanish countryside for the rest of their lives?”
Although he doubted it would be a very warm welcome back home if he returned without the laird to be. No matter how much of a fool he was. And there was no doubt in his mind that Marianne would murder him if he forget to bring Finn home. Leaving them to their own devices was not the answer, however tempting it may be. Unfortunately.
Liam sighed to himself and started to retrace his path through the streets of Santander in hopes of finding Eamon and Finn, since he had little hope either of them would manage to find their way back to La Casa de Maria on their own. Liam made his way through the market, assuming he would find Finn gorging himself on chocolate confections and attempting to count out the correct currency, but surprisingly Finn was nowhere in sight.
With a careful eye, Liam did his best to try to spot his friend, but the odds of hiding a giant blond highlander that more closely resembled a norse viking were slim to none. This obviously meant Liam’s search would not be an easy one.
As the cries from the hockers in the market grew fainter, the brightly colored booths and myriad of trinkets a dim memory, Liam found himself near where the established shops were. Laundresses, seamstresses, lacemakers, and every other textile one could imagine. Here is where he found Finn, set upon by a gaggle of young women who seemed to work for one of the lacemakers as he could hear the bobbins clacking inside the building behind them.
Finn appeared to be a little overwhelmed by the attention, stuttering through his replies in a mixture of English and Spanish. That, however, didn’t seem to deter the young ladies, all of whom appeared to be quite taken with the idea of a strapping young Scotsman.
Wide grey-blue eyes met Liam’s over the dark heads of hair. Finn grasped his moment for escape with both hands, and he started to brush passed the young ladies, still using a mixture of Spanish and English.
“My friend, uh, mi amigo? We… vamos? Adiós!” He made leap toward Liam, grabbed his shoulder and all but ran from the gaggle of now sad young women.
“What happened?” Liam asked once they were far enough away.
“I don’t know.” Finn shrugged. “I was trying to get back to the market, so I asked one of those lasses. Then she waved over her friend, who waved over another friend. I don’t think they’d ever seen a Scotsman before.”
“Aye, you’re such a novelty.” Liam rolled his eyes. Of course Finn missed all the doe eyes and swooning.
“Where’s Eamon?”
“I was hoping you knew?”
“No, I thought he was with you!”
Liam sighed, shoulders sagging. “Back to my search. Come on, Finn. At least you’re another set of eyes.”
Surprisingly, it didn’t take them all that long to find Eamon. They traveled up a few of the side streets and stumbled across him quite by accident. In fact they likely would have passed him by if not for his loud, and rather pathetic, hollar in their direction.
Turning as one, Liam and Finn came upon the sight of their friend and future laird, soaking wet and sprawled in a rather gangly fashion in a large wash tub. It obviously belonged to one of the laundresses, judging by the washboard and laundry hanging beyond it. Although no one else was in sight save Eamon.
Small mercies, Liam thought.
“Should I ask what happened?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Eamon moaned. He attempted to get up only to slip back into the tub, sloshing water all over the cobblestones. It was all Liam could do not to laugh. Finn, however, was not to tactful, letting out a loud bark of laughter at his friend’s plight.
“Stop laughing and help me out, you mithering bawbag!”
“Since you asked so nicely….” Finn was still giggling as he helped pull Eamon from his watery prison.
Sopping wet, Eamon much resembled a drowned rat as he attempted to shake out of the water from his boots and wring out the ends of his shirt. He seemed to be trying hard not to pout, although when he was upset it just seemed to be what his face did. For better or worse.
Liam was still struggling not to laugh.
“Can we go now?” Eamon asked miserably, brushing back his wet hair from his face only to have it fall back into his eyes.
“I’d like to know how you got in this predicament. Usually you save your baths for private.” Liam tilted his head.
“It’s a long story.” Eamon sniffed, a little haughty.
“Can’t be that long, you’ve not been out of my sight for more than an hour.”
“I’ll tell you once I’m dry. Now, let’s go so that I may change.” Eamon was trying for politeness, most likely because he knew the more he pushed the more resistance he would meet, however the pinpricks of pink starting in the center of his cheeks gave away his annoyance. And embarrassment.
Liam decided to take pity on his friend, and nodded. “Fine, I’ll lead the way back to Maria’s. Come along you numpties.”
He visibly relaxed at that, falling in line with Finn as Liam started steering them up the street.
“Eamon? Doesn’t Emilia work around here?”
“Does she?” Eamon’s voice hitched up.
“Aye, I think so.”
“I didn’t know.” Eamon’s voice was still unusually high, and casting wary glances over his shoulder.
“It wasn’t another ‘misunderstanding’ was it?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.
“Was what?” Eamon’s eyes were wide, dark brows inching up his forehead.
Looking back down the street, Liam just happened to catch a glimpse of a brightly colored skirt and a long braid of dark hair. Emilia wasn’t actively watching them leave, but she was certainly aware of it.
“Never mind,” Liam said with a shake of his head. He couldn’t imagine how horribly Eamon had mangled his Spanish in order to earn being shoved into a tub of dirty laundry water, but at this point he wasn’t shocked by it.
One day Emilia was probably going to kill Eamon, and Liam wasn’t entirely sure he would stop her.
