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[summersturned]

  “ C o l d ? “      Conrad from Susan Pevensie or Jamie Rogers

Send me    “ C o l d ? “     for my muse’s reaction to yours wrapping a coat / blanket around them to warm them up. 

Conrad was used to keeping people at a distance. Let people imagine you were cold hearted so that the cancer you were didn't infect them. Beautiful things couldn't hold his smeared finger prints. If you disappointed people, there was no letting them down. No pedestal they can put you on. he was drunk as he was most mornings in the wake of his mother's death. The sand had been his friend. Unyielding to the climax of the insane shit in his life and like a familiar caress. His blue eyes had looked out unseeing until a slightly familiar face appeared. Not the ghosts that had their claws in his form at the moment. A beautiful girl with a long neck, gemstone eyes, and a heart shaped face came into view. His shivering form in the barely there rising sun was covered by the soft material of a jacket. The scent of cloves surrounding him. Exactly how he would imagine her. Surprise courted him as much as the fabric. Who was she? Why did she care? Had he really been shivering from the cold and emotional turmoil? "I-" Conrad fisher didn't stutter. In fact, he was an ass. But his lips were loosened. "I suppose I can handle some warmth. Will you at least sit by me?"

[thenoblehouseofbones]

My Legacy | 2002 AU | Susan & Elizabeth

@susieabones

Elizabeth had spent most of her time since awakening in Saint Mungos. They wanted to check she was okay and were constantly reassuring her she was safe. She didn’t care if she was safe. She needed to know her family was safe but they said it was up to her to contact them. Once she was discharged she went straight home to the manor but found no one home. She wasn’t willing to wait for anyone so she went to the next place she could think of, the Ministry. She knew she would find three of her four children there.

 She ignored the stare of some of the older workers and headed straight for her office. She was relieved to see the name Bones on the door. She knew that the people at Saints Mungo’s were lying. There was no way her family was dead and that the dark lord was defeated a few years ago. She turned the door handle and entered the office and was surprised to see someone sitting behind the desk in her chair. “Who do you think you are?” She asked accusingly “This is my office, can’t you read? You’re not a member of my family”