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I commissionned @inkwell-intrigues to draw some stuff for the chapter 17 of "Only A Matter Of Time" !
She did the sketch/line, and I did the color/shading ! You can find it on AO3 too ! Expect more from us :))
Chapter 17 has yet other things to offer... :))))))
Only A Matter Of Time...
An update! Finally! I’m so glad to finally have some material for this, ngl. I’ve hated not updating, but I think I just got burned out a little. Has been quite the productive time with writing this last month or so. Anyways, sorry for the wait! And the shortness of the update. 1490 words. Wanted to add more (especially in the middle) but I honestly didn’t know what else to do with it. The words aren’t fully back from the war yet. But anyways, enjoy!
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Aislin fought a smile as she caught sight of Adair through the window trying to wrangle the dogs outside. She wasn’t really mad, well maybe a little about the comforter… But she couldn’t really stay it as she watched the labrador give Adair a hard time. A small and golden ball of mischief and energy that one. The German Shepherd, Jack he had called him, was lounging in the sun as Adair’s attention was split between cleaning up the mess and keeping the lab out of trouble.
Aislin shook her head as she set about cleaning up inside and starting on dinner. Just something simple that could be left alone long enough for a quick trip to the store. Two growing, and by the looks of them underfed, pups were going to need to eat.
“I’m heading to the store,” Aislin called outside, pulling the door closed behind her.
Adair, somewhat hesitantly popped into view, coming around the side of the house. “What for?”
She tilted her head to the side and nodded to the two dogs trotting behind him. “Our sons are going to need food. And something to chew on that’s not the furniture, or the garden.”
Adair grinned. “I can go,” he offered, taking the few steps needed to reach her.
“Nuh-uh, you are going to stay here and keep those two out of trouble if that’s at all possible.” Aislin placed her bandaged wrist on his chest as she kissed him.
“You still never told me what you did to your wrist,” he said.
“I sprained it when I fell for you,” she teased, causing Adair to roll his eyes a little. “Fell off a ladder at work, it’s fine,” she finally admitted when he gave her a look. Aislin shrugged her shoulders. “One of the first things I told you, remember? I’m accident prone. It happens. Not a big deal.”
“Did you get it looked at? It could—“
“I may not be a fancy doctor, but I am capable of differentiating between a break, fracture, and a sprain—“
“You’re also capable,” Adair cut in, “of downplaying a problem to convince everyone that you’re fine.”
She grinned a little, giving him another quick kiss. “You can look it over yourself when I get back, if it’ll set your mind at ease, love.”
——
“Shouldn’t you be in your own room?” Aislin questioned her best friend as she came into Ferrets room, surprised to find the smuggler in the middle of a board game with Claire.
“I got bored,” Clarissa shrugged as she completed her turn. “Don’t tell, Av.” She faked a shudder, pretending to be scared of the doctor.
“She’s not here anyways, finally took a day off. Perfect time for a jailbreak,” Ferret added in.
“Oh no, both of you are good right where you are. Avanda might not be here, but I am.”
“Eh, you couldn’t stop both of us if you tried, Ash. You know that.” Clarissa grinned, leaning back in her seat so she could see her friend. “If we wanted we could be in another country before anyone even realized we were gone.”
Aislin sighed, coming further into the room so she could check over Ferret. He let her check his temperature, and she frowned at the result. He still had a persistent low-grade fever that everyone was a little worried about. “I’m aware, unfortunately. How’re you feeling, Fer?”
“Tired of that question,” he said, though the usual hostility was gone.
“Well get used to hearing it,” Aislin said. “People care about you, you know.”
——
Aislin’s phone rang as she looked out over the river, standing in the exact same spot she had when Adair had found her that night and confessed his feelings. The exact same spot she’d been when she’d confessed her own. “I’m okay,” Aislin said as soon as she brought the speaker up to her ear; answering right on the second ring. Not a hello. Or a greeting.
She was aware of the hour, and that Adair had likely just gotten home to find all of the signs that she should be home. But had not found her. And she knew where his mind had jumped, where her own mind would have jumped should the situation had been reversed.
“Are you sure? You’re alright? Did something happen—?” Adair shot her a rapid succession of questions, unable to bite back on the worry that had clawed its way into his heart.
“I’m okay, grá. Geall. Tá gach rud breá. Just couldn’t be alone at home,” she admitted, her voice sounding small even to herself. Truthfully she would’ve been less alone than she was now, with the pups being there. But she hadn’t been able to stand looking at the same four walls. Even gardening hadn’t been a relief to how trapped she felt. Even if she knew it wasn’t home that was giving her that feeling. Or that the feeling was one she could escape from. But she could try. Or at least keep her thoughts busy while she wandered the city streets. Her feet quickly falling into a familiar path, and leading her to the bridge. “You should sleep,” she said, “You had a long shift, and not much rest before that. There’s no need to worry. I’m fine—“
“If you’re saying that, you’re not. You’re never fine when you say you are. Where are you, love?” There wasn’t a shred of tiredness in his voice as he spoke, even if he could feel the exhaustion from his work at the hospital and his shift at the base before… He was completely alert.
Aislin didn’t even try to argue further as she told him exactly where to find her. “The bridge… our bridge,” she said, knowing he’d know exactly where she meant. She thought of telling him not to come. Not to bother. That she was fine. But she could already hear his keys jangling on the other side of the line, and a disappointed yip from one of the pups as Adair made to leave the house again. And she knew there wasn’t much point in trying.
She disconnected the call without another word as soon as she heard the truck start, he needed to be focused on the road and not her. With a sigh Aislin slipped her phone back into her pocket and tried to focus her attention back on the water below her. Not that she could really see it. Her vision unfocused and her mind trapped somewhere else.
She’d spent the day with Avanda, Adelin, and Deirdre. With the wedding fast approaching she needed to pick out a dress, and the three of them had been doing their best to offer input and suggestions as their duties as bridesmaids. Clarissa had been supposed to be there, with two weeks out of the hospital under her belt she was well on the way to recovery. But Deirdre said she’d disappeared that morning, without a word and leaving her cell behind. A usual occurrence if they were being honest, but it couldn’t help the worry that both Deirdre and Ash were trying to bite back on. Not that the worry was really what was plaguing her now.
Aislin looked up at the stars as she sat atop the bridge’s safety railing. Her feet dangling as the wind whipped around her. No it wasn’t the worry that was plaguing her now. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped. Couldn’t dispel the weight on her chest that was trying it’s best to convince her that she was sinking. Couldn’t untangle the imaginary ropes knotted around her wrists. Or the lace at her throat.
None of it, real. But the memory. The feeling. Inescapable.
Aislin could hear footsteps behind her; could recognize the stride and the weight of them. Though she gave no indication that she heard them at all. Didn’t flinch as a hand snaked around her waist. Or when another came to still her own hand clawing at her wrist.
“You’re safe, ghaol,” Adair said, pressing his forehead against her back. “And you’re not alone either, you don’t have to face the dark alone. Never again.”
Aislin nodded, gripping his hand between hers. “I know.”
They stayed together in silence for a while, just listening to the river below them and the faint sounds of a city asleep until Adair helped her off of the ledge. Worried hands ensuring she wouldn’t fall as she stepped down and right back into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” Aislin finally said.
“Whatever for?”
“For worrying you so often, for not being okay. For—“
And Adair took a page out of Aislin’s own book and placed a kiss to her lips before she could continue on with what was sure to be a very long list of things that didn’t really need to be apologized for. “Hush, love. I’ll take the worry, and your pain. And everything else.”
Libra from the constellation asks!
Libra - Which relationship dynamic do you enjoy writing the most?
Right now? The dynamic between Adair and Aislin is just giving me life tbh. They're soft and sweet and so full of hope and I love it.
I am a sucker for found family and brotp dynamics. Avanda and Thane are fun to write about, and so are Avanda and Ferret. And Ferret and Ewan too. Honestly....just bros bein' bros, ya know? I live for friendships.
“Only A Matter Of Time” - CHAPTER 20
New chapter of “Only A Matter Of Time” !
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“Only A Matter Of Time” - CHAPTER 21
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“Only A Matter Of Time” - CHAPTER 19
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“Only A Matter Of Time” - CHAPTER 17
New chapter of "Only A Matter Of Time" !
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