#m outlander

[askarslover]

The room was furnished with a thick twelve-hour candle, rings of dark wax marking the hours. We talked through three of the rings, only letting go of each other’s hands to pour wine or get up to visit the privy stool behind the curtain in the corner. Returning from one of these trips, Jamie yawned and stretched.

“It is awfully late,” I said, getting up too. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

[askarslover]

-I take it your real name's not Mr. Mactavish.

-No, it's not. You know, it's valuable information, that.