#sinxgrey

[trulovell]

Text: Hey. How are you holding up?

Text: Not great but I’ll get there.  Focusing on trying to secure new premises.

Text: How is she?  Still with you?

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[julianxcapulet]

TL Text: You okay?

Text: Yeah, I’m alright. Just got a few scratches when I tripped over a chair leg. Nothing too horrible.

Text: How’re you? Are you alright?

[jim-ofalltrades-montague]

Text: There are not enough thank yous in the world. Jim, you saved her. Thank you. Thank you for everything. Text: Are you okay though?

Text: It’s not a big deal, just glad she and the little guy are ok

Text: Yeah I’m out of the hospital and recovering

[nathanielmontague-blog]

Text: So ... colour scheme for the ceremony? I'm debating ordering a new suit.

Text: Is it bad if I say I have no idea? I'm so bad at this. Why the hell do I need to choose a color scheme? What if I don't like flowers? Fuckin', who knew tablecloths were so diverse?

[gardenerwithoutborders]

Text: How's life as an old claimed lady Diana?

Text: It’s definitely an improvement on my previous status as an old spinster ;p

[ginnymontague]

Text: Congrats cookie. I'm sure happy for you.

Text: Thanks, Sinnamon! I’m so excited and relieved and just..../happy/. Really happy.

Text: How’re you? How’s your little bun in the oven?

[avacapulet-blog]

Text: What time will you be home my little bird?

Text: I should be home within the hour, Sir. I came out food shopping and then little peanut here wanted ice cream. So that’s where I am now! :P

[thebluejace]

Self-Care || Sin + Jace

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Jace had been flustered by the texts. He was still tired, but knowing what he was suffering from helped. He hadn’t realised how worried he’d been that he was sick - really sick, that his body was shutting down from the virus taking over his body. Now he was tentatively looking forward to seeing Sin - he had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew he would feel better after this. 

He carefully made the pumpkin spice latte, and said goodbye to Nat, before hanging up his apron, washing his hands, and going to sit down in a booth, waiting for Sin, fidgeting a little. This shouldn’t be a big deal, sex had been his trade, after all, but this was different.