#dravghtsman

[luxche]

“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” ;]

“Thomas, you were shot! It’s not just a flesh wound.” She shakes her head. “Lie down and let me have a look at it so.”

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[oceanfreed]

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[luxche]

▓ lmao just punch him or smthn

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“Oh, Mr Andrews…er Thomas…hi there. You and Mairead are quite popular with my English class, in case you cared to know.”

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[luxche]

" it's your bed, right? "

Mairead nods, though hesitation is evident in the gesture. “We can’t do this,” she says, even though the only thing stopping them is a strict upbringing on her part and the looming promise that if either one of them is found out, one, if not both, of them will pay for it. “Thomas…I can’t…”

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[whiitestarred-blog]

@dravghtsman. 

“ May I suggest that you remind yourself who’s in charge here, Thomas? The design team have told me that they’ve already had to pull your arm to reduce the amount of boats to something you’d agree on. ”

[luxche]

;out of rebellions

; @dravghtsman and @whiitestarred – Mairead wants in on this fight

[whiitestarred-blog]

Come here &&. fight me, old man.

[luxche]

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

At first she does not believe it-- she refuses to believe it-- but when the papers stop running the story of the Titanic's ill-fated maiden voyage, Mairead resigns herself to the fact that her fiancé is dead.

At the funeral, she manages to maintain a certain amount of poise, showing grief enough that those in attendance know she is troubled by this. She accepts condolences with his mother, while his father goes to talk with the men here from the White Star Line.

She returns to Dublin a week after the funeral--there was no body in her dear one's casket-- and busies herself with work. Every day on her way home, just as the sun sets over the River Liffey, she ducks into a church and lights a candle for him, and stays a while to talk to the small light. This is a habit she keeps along with her engagement ring-- probably half his pay for designing that damned boat!-- and she is lucky that she can go up to Belfast for the holidays with her late fiancé's family, who welcome her as if Thomas were still living and they were due to be married any day.