✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒.

ℋe, the 𝓭𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 with allure obscure. In an eternal 𝓭𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, he crown her 𝒉͟𝒆͟𝒂͟𝒓͟𝒕͟.

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

ᅠ

──┄ 𝓦e should be heeding 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘𝐒.
When 𝑻homas the 𝒅𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 tells you to run ;
A w͟i͟s͟e͟ man laces up his boots and 𝗥𝗨𝗡.

ᅠ

https://t.co/K6EZc2AjtI

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“𝒞unts.”

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“Dirt-eaters an’ rock-throwers … 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 testament, that. Not mine, Esme. I don’t gamble with Grace—not on your kind of proof.”

[❛ 𝓮𝙨𝙢𝙚 𝓵͟𝙚͟𝙚 @echtwanderlust]

guesswork .ᐣ my broth is as sure as anythin’ out there, thomas. my kids are proof it works .ᐟ

sure one may eat dirt … and the other may throw rocks … but that’s neither ‘ere nor there.

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“Esme. I’m not givin’ Grace somethin’ knocked up on guesswork an’ bad decisions, alright?”

[❛ 𝓮𝙨𝙢𝙚 𝓵͟𝙚͟𝙚 @echtwanderlust]

it’s good for the babe .ᐟ trust me, thomas.

i’ve had 6 … .ᐣ 7 … .ᐣ

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“Esme, fuck off. One of your tricks to get her eating that shit broth of yours?”

[❛ 𝓮𝙨𝙢𝙚 𝓵͟𝙚͟𝙚 @echtwanderlust]

we want grace and only grace.

what have y’ done with my pregnant twin .ᐣ

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“Eh?”

[❛ 𝓮𝙨𝙢𝙚 𝓵͟𝙚͟𝙚 @echtwanderlust]

no. shoo.

away.

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

“What th’ fuck, lads.”

[𝒜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑑. @paramedds]

temp pinned.

astrid sung - goh. nurse practitioner. works for st. clementine's clinic in birmingham. moved from singapore to live with her now - deceased uncle. mature themes may be applicable.

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

ᅠ

──┄ 𝕿ell ‘em tha’ I’m 𝗕𝗔͟𝗖͟𝗞.

ᅠ

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

—;

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

𝑜𝑜𝑐. Not missing in action. Just been busy with work and @BlackVelvetScar.

We’ll be back soon. Watch this space.

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

- was bridging the chasm of separation with a touch, a glance, a whispered reassurance as he rose to face her.

Now . . . If he stares long enough, the patrons might have a thing or two to say about the impending noises from the snug that they were about to hear. 𝘌𝘏𝘌𝘔 － !

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

The rustic embrace of the Garrison was as homely as it had ever been and it gave the both of them some sort of comfort to be in the same room where 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 chapters had started back then.

Thomas settled onto the worn wooden bench, feeling the weight of -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

The lock being secured only made the smirk upon her lips 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 as she was quite sure the sound of the lock would’ve reverberated throughout the Garrison—the patrons would have opinions and yet they were just inside having a lovely cup of tea with one another.

And -

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

- eyes.

“I’ll be back home with you tonight. You can stay ‘round in ‘ere. Jus’ so you know tha’ I’ll be leaving th’ Garrison with you in me arms, eh?” The aroma of freshly brewed tea and the little treats she had brought forth were 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 him! But he -

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

- her.

“Couldn’t stay home for too long, 𝘩𝘮𝘮?”

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

Doors are meant to be 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, aren’t they? Thomas clicked the door closed behind him as he sealed their 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 before he could settle the little basket of delicacies on the table.

Dearest wife would always come around adorned with homemade treasures -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

A sigh escaped her lips, her spine met his chest as she took full advantage of such. This. . . this was 𝘩𝑒𝑟 home—wherever he was? This was 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒.

“If I told ya’ that this was one of me tricks,” a smirk graced her lips, a turn of her head to catch sight of him -

[✞ — 𝑻𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐒. @BYHISORDER]

- just to keep him 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗘.

“I’ll fall for tha’ trick a hundred times more,” Instead of his usual routine of pulling out a cigarette ( * because 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 around his pregnant beloved! ), his arms were wrapped snugly around -