nonverbal starters / @sunlightfades
They had to put a bucket out on the top landing when it rained to catch the drips from the leaky roof, but Fiadh didn’t mind that too much. It adds to the character of the place, she’d told her mother defensively when she last came to stay, but Nora had just harrumphed and moved on down the stairs.
At least the sitting room was dry. Cosy, too.
Rain beat down hard against the windows, but they had a pile of blankets and two cups of Pandora’s steaming nettle tea to keep them warm. Gus was curled up like a hot water bottle in Fiadh's lap, and he purred when she paused to stroke him in between turning the pages of her book. Between him and Dora, whose head was resting on her shoulder so she could read along with her, and the roaring fire in the grate, Fiadh’s eyelids were starting to droop. She closed the book around her finger and stretched, disturbing both her girlfriend and the cat, who hissed his displeasure and leapt down, stalking away.
Fiadh laughed and settled back against the sofa the other way, so that she could brush Pandora’s hair back from her face and kiss her softly. “Ready for bed, love?” she asked, having to stifle a yawn. “I know I am.” Even if it did seem a waste to leave the fire going.