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[sillyromances]

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There were certain things about herself that Mary Beth knew without question. The fact she wasn't an early riser was one of them, the only girl to sleep in later than her being Karen, who had the excuse of guard duty. Mary Beth didn't have that excuse, but she did have a new restlessness at night that made it hard to get a full night's sleep. All it took was the sound of foot steps coming and going for her to jolt awake, and one of the steps to the second floor creaked, which was as sure to wake her as a gun shot.

Eyes snapping open, Mary Beth took note of the footsteps. Not lumbering, so not someone drunk. Originating from upstairs, which narrowed it down even further, and the pace of the step as good as confirmed it was Abigail before Mary Beth ever straightened up on the little sofa that she called her bed.

"Abigail?" She called softly as soon as she detected movement in the dark, rubbing at bare arms as she slid from her bed. "Is Jack alright?"

[vanwiinkle]

he  was  sitting  down  at  the  table,  finger  tapping  as  he  held  onto  the  bottle  in  his  hand. maybe  he  had  too  much  to  drink,  but  john  had  many  thoughts  that  raced  in  his  head  as  he  went  through  various  scenarios.

when  @charmedslugs  entered  the  house,  eyes  dart  to  her  --  but  he  wonders  what  her  life  would  have  been  if...

❝  hey  darlin',  i  --  do  you  mind  if  we  talk  ?  ❞  he  asks,  though  his  tone  is  unsure. still,  free  ha  nd  motions  towards  the  chair  across  from  him. ❝  how've  you  been  ?  ❞

[dsrtrose]

the  camp  has  finally  come  together  as  one;  tents  all  set  up,  pearson  grumbling  over  a  lack  of  sustenance,  and  even  dear,  old  miss  grimshaw  has  all  but  a  few  orders  left  to  bark  out.  the  sun  has  barely  risen  in  the  sky  as  eliza  makes  her  way  through  the  soft  grass  beneath  them  -  toeing  over  to  where  abigail  sits  on  her  bedroll.

“i  think  that  it’s  pretty  damn  hard  not  t’feel  at-home  somewhere  called  ‘the  heartlands’,”  eliza  quips,  smile  emerging  confidently  upon  her  features  as  she  nudges  abigail,  sitting  beside  her  &  presenting  her  with  a  fresh  mug  of  coffee.  “then  again  …  after  that  winter,  i’m  happy  t’be  anywhere  that  the  ground  isn’t  white.”

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[vanwiinkle]

john and abigail mean so much to me.

[dsrtrose]

❝ i feel like we haven’t spoken for days. ❞ / prob after blackwater.

in  truth,  eliza  doesn’t  know  what  day  it  is  anymore.  she’s  lost  all  sense  of  time,  purpose,  focus  -  it’d  all  happened  so  damn  fast,  it’s  hard  to  bring  herself  back  to  the  present.  she  can’t  move  past  what  the  people  she  trusts  most  won’t  tell  her:  what  exactly  happened  on  that  goddamn  boat?

there’s  too  much  of  her  heart  caught  in  the  past  as  everything  hurtles  into  a  world  of  indifference;  killing  women,  putting  each  other  at  risk?  it’s  a  jagged  shard  tossed  into  the  glass  house  of  everything  they  stand  for,  everything  she’s  been  taught  -  she’s  had  abigail  at  her  side  for  years,  now,  and  she  certainly  isn’t  the  one  to  be  pushing  away.  (for  all  intents  &  purposes,  eliza  is  the  truest  believer,  the  devout  follower;  she  can’t  allow  fear  &  confusion  to  poison  her  devotion,  now.)

“i  -  …  i’m  sorry,  honey,”  the  words  are  honest,  though  it  takes  another  moment  of  swallowing  back  her  emotion  before  withstanding  the  ability  to  actually  turn  &  look  at  abigail,  “it’s  …  it’s  this  snow,  losin’  jenny  …  my  head  an’  heart  are  hurtin’.”

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[sillyromances]

@charmedslugs asked: drive , just drive fast !

Going out for an ordinary supply run shouldn't have been any big thing. They had the list of supplies that the camp needed, a couple of requests from the men, and a sturdy wagon that just had a wheel repaired, so it should have just been a shade more exciting than working on keeping her stitches neat while Miss Grimshaw breathed down her neck about getting her work done. Mary Beth was grateful to get out of camp, don't get her wrong, but sitting with the horses and making sure everything got loaded up wasn't much in the way of excitement when the shophands seemed to have lives about as interesting as straw.

She didn't get any good stories out of them, didn't get any good tips to bring back to the boys, but she did buy a bag of candies to share with Abigail on the way back, an idea that fell apart when the bag fell during Mary Beth's rush to grab the reins. "What happened?"

Mary Beth wasn't worried (yet) since she didn't hear shooting, and the horses were agreeable enough to take off once Abigail was on. She didn't know what caused Abigail's hurry, but a glance back soon gave her an idea.

"Is that one of the O'Driscolls?"

[ofspvrta]

"In many ways, unwise love is the truest love."

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At Kassandra's age, with her duties, any love was unwise love. And yet, couldn't help the rare times when she fell for someone. She took a drink of her beer before regarding the other woman. "Strange anecdote, but I don't disagree."

[vanwiinkle]

✧˚ · . 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 .

john  was  sitting  at  the  table,  stew  in  front  of  him  as  he  stared  at  the  dish. @charmedslugs  was,  by  no  means,  a  cook... but  she  was  trying. still,  it  didn't  stop  his  stomach  churning  as  he  prepared  to  bite. he  remembers  the  horrible  meals  he's  eaten  throughout  his  life  --  and  he's  eaten  horrible  things. way  worse  than  anything  his  darling  wife  had  concocted.

 abigail  was  trying. she  was  trying  so  hard. john  was,  as  well,  as  much  as  she  would  disagree. they  may  not  have  as  many  intense  arguments,  but  they  still  occurred. the  mother  felt  like  she  was  alone. that  the  father  of  her  son  was  gone  too  much. was  too  reckless. the  father  would  agree,  though  he  wishes  that  weren't  the  case.

 ❝  i'm  sorry,  darlin',  ❞  he  adds,  voice  low  as  takes  a  spoonful  of  stew  into  his  mouth. this  whole  thing  --  this  new  life  needed  getting  used  to. being  home  and  having  a  family  needed  getting  used  to. john  is  going  to  get  used  to  loving  his  wife's  stew.