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[lcrdjohn]

if basing it on the au we've spoken in length about? claire would fold in on herself for a while, then get really angry. at john for dying. at life for letting him die, and in all frankness, the audacity and gall of that man. in short, losing john grey is like losing family and one never quite copes after that, even though life goes on after.

MY MUSE IS DEAD MEME

we shall try to keep him alive then . no cars allowed for john around brianna’s 20th birthday ( also this was cute )

[povvertaken]

for @diawrit​ / meme

“Forgive my lack of experience with surgeons of your sex, madame,” Jacob bites backs.

Every breath stings across his ribs, like a nail driving through him. He cannot go on, but to submit to a woman wielding surgical instruments turns his already battered stomach. On ships, with carpenters and surgeons, there was an understanding. A man was given drink, something to bite down on. It didn’t matter if he pissed himself or fell unconscious - such things were nobly ignored. But to be so weak under this woman’s hand - Jacob cannot countenance such a thing. It is unbearable to his pride. But equally he knows his wounds must be seen to. His hand, pressed to his side, is hot and slick with his own blood. If the wound is not closed, he will suffer some putrification and die even more ignobly in shit and sweat. He swallows thickly.

Jacob’s entire demeanor is that of a wild creature, his dark eyes never leaving her’s, his limp closer to her slow and controlled. He does not trust, but he feels the rushing desire to live, to see another day out, to deny this injury its fateful course. It is her woman’s hand and blade or his life, and he knows it. Perhaps that’s why he resents her all the more for it. But, like an injured animal seeking shelter, he edges closer.

“You can close the wound? Prevent it rotting?” You can save my pitiful life?

[mannsachdd]

when  claire  puts  her  mind  to  something,   it  will  always  take  a  lot  of  persistent  persuading  to  get  her  to  drop  it,   so  there  is  no  doubt  that  this  is  who  brianna  inherited  her  stubbornness  from.    what  her  mama  always  has  been   &   likely  always  will  be  is  a  unique  woman,   and  bree  wouldn’t  change  her  for  the  world ...    she  only  wishes  she  were  a  little  more  careful.

she  stands  with  her  back  to  the  island  in  her  new  surgery,   turned  away  from  the  sight  of  the  corpse  laid  out  on  the  table.    a  wave  of  nausea  had  already  hit  brianna,   who  prefers  working  with  inanimate  objects  rather  than  the  living          or  dead          and  so  she  was  in  need  of  a  moment  to  settle  the  feelings  of  discomfort  in  her  stomach.    ignoring  the  source  of  said  nausea  seemed  to  do  the  trick,   at  least  for  the  time  being.    eyes  flick  up  to  meet  those  of  her  mother’s,   a  worried  look  gracing  her  features.          ❝    mama,   that  is  not  what  i’m  saying.    ❞

❝    what  i  mean  is :  be  careful.    people  here  don’t  respect  the  kind  of  work  you’re  doing.    i  do,   roger  does,   and  i’m  sure  da  does,   too,   but  others  won’t  understand.    while  i  see  a  surgeon  doing  her  job,   they  see  a  woman  performing  miracles  with  her  bare  hands.    ❞

↪   @diawrit​  sent:      ❛    you  can’t  tell  me  that  trying  to  find  a  cure  isn’t  worth  damning  history  for,   if  it  might  save  hundreds,   even  thousands  of  lives.    ❜

[harknesstm]

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[hiddengills]

i mean, obviously i follow because we're friends. but also because i am still and continue to be smitten by your writing and your blogs.

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