𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 › bhuidseach.
❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 , jamie fraser. a man who i am inclined to believe plans to see me put into an early grave. ❞ cloth damp with whiskey is pressed 'gainst swollen and bloodied cheek , perhaps a little more firmer than she should. dark brows are knitted , frustration evident in deep blue hues. ❝ what would you do without me to piece you back together ? ❞ and despite her words , her sorely temptation to throttle him , lips give to smile. ❝ and since it doesn’t seem you’ll be listening to me , maybe i should have your sister give you a good lecture. ❞ jenny was fierce , sharp tongued. maybe , her words would reach him , talk sense into jamie better than her own could.
their time here at lallybroch had given her a sense of home , of somewhere she could believe 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅. she fears , that her hope is child - like naivety. that something terrible rests just beyond the horizon for them. ❝ luckily , you’re not going to need stitches , this time. ❞
𝑱𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵 that sneaks onto his face despite the state of his face. ❝ i dinna want to think about what i’d do with out ye, Sassenach--- most likely fall apart, but i kin i dinna have to worry about that. ❞ a wince sneaks through ( with a soft ah! falling past his lips ) and his calloused fingers clutch at her hips, grabbing a fistful of her dress, fighting the urge to pull away. ❝ no need to bring jenny inta this claire--- i was jus’ defendin’ yer honor. these men, our clan, though they are good men, they d’say some pretty vulgar things. ❞
he now avoids her gaze, looking past her. ❝ but dinna worry--- i put them in their place, sassenach. i can’t thank ye enough, always takin’ care of me like this though claire. i really dinna kin where i’d be with out ye. ❞