#v.poldark

[laidirnighean]

@challengeborne​​ || liked

“it’s beautiful. your hair i mean, wild and free and red.” soft smile touches your lips as you move to take a seat next to the lady who had so kindly invited you into her home. it was not unlike your own. in fact, it was remarkably similar, and perhaps maybe, you had some type of biased towards the nature of it, but she managed to wear her curls in a manner in which you could only dream. “i must thank you kindly for allowing me to stay for supper, but i do not wish to be a burden.”

[laidirnighean]

when was the last time you ate something?

miscellaneous angst starters. || @challengeborne

you sigh as soon as the question is asked; head lulling to move into shaken hands and hide the expression you bore across your features. you quite liked demelza, had revelled in the fact that you had found someone kind enough to take you in at your journey’s crossroads - but it was in the small moments like this one that you wished to be left alone. after a moment’s hesitation, you pull your back up straighter and fix at the lace of your sleeves before returning to her your gaze. how could you explain that the emptiness inside you only felt saturated when you ate? that you felt ill when your concentration was giving to anything else other than finding a way to the time you were meant to be?

swallowing thickly, faint smile toys at your lips and your head shakes. “breakfast,” you admit, though you won’t say yesterday, “you needn’t worry about it, i’m not feeling well is all.” you reach out to take her hand and squeeze gently, “you’re a kind soul, mistress poldark, i’m grateful you’re looking out for me. truly.”