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It’s like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.                  But I’m holding you closer than most.

                                      ( Nathan Godfrey x Irene Adler ) for @ledochas

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THIS IS SO PRETTY

ROSESSSS

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@ledochas lara.is.pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ledochas replied to your post “#Snowpocalypse2k17 I have the fire going. And hubby’s gonna make...”

SAME

All the panic for a lil fluff of snow, lol. Be safe! And warm!

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INTERRUPTION (nate/sfw)

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       11. Your muse disrupts mine while they’re trying to study.

     She hides in the furthest corner of the library. Normally she would prefer the silence of her own four walls of her room, but that is not always a luxury that she can get. She finds the spot furthest from anyone else and sits, bag tossed carelessly over the table with her books spread in varies positions and page sections. Despite herself, despite the trouble she finds herself in. There’s no reason for her to disappoint her foster parents more than necessary. Her grades will remain high, if she has any say on the matter. So Irene pours over the text books, jotting down notes and reminders. Cross referencing with another text before returning to the first. She only barely notices the footsteps approaching before it’s too late. She’s surprised to see him. Not as surprised as he appears to see her. 

     “I didn’t think you ever studied.” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop it. She can’t help but laugh. The look ( and the flush ) that flashes over his face is more than enough to keep her from making a snide comment in return.  

      “Some of us actually have to work at being in the top of the class.”

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INTERRUPTION (cee/sfw)

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                    29. Your muse walks in on mine being sick.

     Her hair is tied back, unceremoniously. Like everything from the moment she found out she was pregnant, she is rarely given enough warning before her body reacts. The morning sickness being the first in ( what she suspects, bitterly ) long serious of things that she will no longer be able to control. Godfrey had tried to humor her, tried to rub her back the first time he had witnessed her head first in a toilet. It hadn’t had much of an effect. Her doctor had assured her that this was as natural as it came. It doesn’t lessen the humiliation that comes with having vomited up most of the contents of her stomach. Irene is silent cursing the grouping of cells that is currently growing in her abdomen. 

     It would be her kind of luck that Cecilia would decide that this was the best time to appear in her home. “Irene! Hey, Nate left a book or something, wanted me to grab it   -” Her voice stops abruptly. No doubt seeing Irene with her head half in a toilet bowl as her stomach decides that it no longer wants any of the tea she had drank this morning. Irene sits back on her heals, wash cloth in hand and passing over her mouth. 

     “It’s on the kitchen counter, I believe.”

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ledochas replied to your post “INTERRUPTION (thomas/sfw)”

I might continue some of these unless you object.

i never object

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INTERRUPTION (thomas/sfw)

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           25. Your muse walks in on mine singing.

     She walks the length of the Fairchild property whenever she wants to be alone. Or doesn’t want to feel like she’s an extra in a family still plagued by a funeral. She clears her throat, makes her excuses, turns down offers from Wyatt and Kari to join her. Irene thinks they might be worried about her and her reasons for her walks. She drags a stick in the dirt, humming faintly as she keeps an eye on the horses in the distance. There’s no reason for them to worry.  Her voice echos off the trees and the open landscape, she doesn’t suspect that she might not be alone. 

      “You aren’t half bad.” Irene almost jumps, turning quickly, stick in hand and poised to attack. Thomas’s hands are half raised, his lips curled up in amusement. It’s not the Godfrey sibling that she would have expected to see. “I come in peace, I swear.” He chuckles, hands still raised even after Irene finally lowers her make shift weapon.