𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚

𝒮he, the 𝓼𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉 with a heart so pure. In a celestial 𝓽𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐, she found his 𝒂͟𝒓͟𝒕͟.

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃—

❝𝒾 warn you. . . 𝒾’𝑙𝑙 break your 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

— a 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 and 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 portrayal of 𝓖𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝓑𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒔, part-time barmaid and full time 𝐬𝐩𝐲.

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

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[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

—;

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

with the resounding pain she just witnessed, “𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑.”

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

@BYHISORDER —

They say that when your eyes meet that of your child’s, you never felt a love as pure, as strong; instantaneous, they’re your reason for breathing, a little being that knows the sound of your voice from their very first -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

- knew. Of course she knew!

There hadn’t been a week, only 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 and now he was in London and she—the pain subsided and she breathed enough to simply call out to their housekeeper to the very best of her ability, “𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠.” Her accent 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 and laden -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

- pouting for another reason. See? Years. She had been pregnant now for years! She waddled! Spectacularly. Her eyes searched his own, “promise ya’ will still try to hold me even then?”

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

- her— ( if you asked Grace Shelby she would tell you she felt like she’s been pregnant for years! ) the tip of her nose brushing against his before a soft kiss was placed on his mouth.

“Though I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to fit in yer arms,” annnnnd now she was -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

- talk. . . well, they may have looked away 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 he gave her the ring as they throughly loved one another on the bar’s top. “Promise?” Her hands found his shoulders, the semblance of the pout back only for her to close the distance as 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 as their son would allow -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

- softly perfuming the air scented with whiskey and smoke from just outside of the door.

Dainty hands raised, the glimmer of her diamond 𝑎𝑛𝑑 the ring he gave her just mere feet away 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 before shone in the low light. If the walls of the Garrison could -

[𝜗𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒. 𐙚 @BlackVelvetScar]

Perhaps it was unladylike to abandon the task at hand albeit Grace Shelby did just 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 as the silverware met the freshly polished table’s top with a gentle ( it 𝑤𝑎𝑠 gentle! Despite what others may say! ) clink. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 posh girl moved towards him, the plea still -

[✞ — 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]

- into each and every syllable.

[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]

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]

- the table’s top and next came the silverware. “So I thought instead of stayin’ at home for one more moment. . . I’d surprise ya’,” another turn of her head, her blue hues widening just a hint.

“Plus I needed to feed the cat,” and now the amusement was right back, lacing -