𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

❝𝓙𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 . . .❞ .˳·˖✶ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

❝𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭?
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨.❞

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

. . .𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

“Oh stop,” she teased, nudging him gently with her elbow.

She knew he was joking.
She hoped he was joking.

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

"He'll come back,"

And he says it like he knows it.
He can't imagine that he wouldn't.

"If not -" shrug "- I'll kill him." Big smile.

He's joking.
Mostly.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Idly, Florence reached for her wedding ring she still wore around her neck and held it for a moment.

“Maybe. I have my doubts most days. I still hope. . .I don’t pray anymore, so hope is all I have left.

But at least I have you. And the girls.”

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

Never. It is never her and the others keeping him back, and he'd fight anyone who even thought such a thing.

"He will." He says around the bread he's soaked in the stew and put in his mouth,

"I'm not sure anyone could forget you, ever, even with magic or whatever."

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Pretty sure? It doesn’t have the comb on top.

[Thalia Kidwell @LadyThaliaRP]

And are you sure it’s a chicken and not a rooster?

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

. . . Does he want the whole tray, then? It only seems fair.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

|| when muse fails me here, im almost always on this account. 👉👈

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

@RaudrDreki || …

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

|| on god, i forgot chickens laid eggs

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

. . . Strangely, she’s never seen an egg come from that chicken.

Her sister must hide them.

[Thalia Kidwell @LadyThaliaRP]

At least you get eggs,right?

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

—Guy will ever come back and remember me.”

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

While she feels a momentarily relief that he won’t leave, there’s still a nagging bit of sorrow in the pit of her stomach; a kernel of doubt telling her that she’s keeping him back.

“Give it some time and really think on it? For me? Or maybe we can all go. I don’t know if—

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

The bowl is taken with a quiet thank you. It does smell good, it always does and he starts on it slowly.

"Oh, hush. I've only just got back - I'm just thinking about it, I don't think I'll actually do it. I'm not leaving you all again."

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Legend has it, that chicken still sleeps in at the foot of her youngest sister’s bed.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Once, someone traded her a live chicken for a few loaves of bread.

It was going to be dinner.

But then her sisters and daughter got attached.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Once, someone traded her a live chicken for a few loaves of bread.

It was going to be dinner.

But then her sisters and daughter got attached.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

A coin. But, she’s also open for negotiations or trades.

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

—hers.

“You know we’d be fine. . . We’d miss you, of course, but we’d manage. You deserve this. You deserve to chase this dream of yours. Plus, you won’t be gone forever.”

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

“Oh, and you’ve met every single doctor in the world and inquired after their criminal history?” She retorted, giving him a rather pointed look in return — all before sighing.

Features softening considerably, Florence moved to sit next to him and take one of his hands into—

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

He gives her a look - one of those 'really?' kinda

"I'm not entirely sure they'd let a man like me into medical school. Never met a doctor with a criminal record like mine....plus, it would mean not being here to help."

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

“Life’s too short to keep burning bread when you’re meant to do something else.”
She’s sure someone said that. Perhaps Shakespeare. Or Locke.

“What’s stopping you from going back? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

"Not who."

He's quick to add. Not defensive, not hiding anyone but just to confirm.

"Just...I don't know, I had this pipe dream of being a medic again. Not sure I'd even be able to go to school, but I got back into my notes and stuff."

Some of the few things he was -

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

“I understand,” she said gently, checking on the loaves of bread.

“What got you distracted? . . . Or who?”

It was said in a teasing tone as she busied herself with warming the stew she made for breakfast by the fire.

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

Now he could protest, claim he's not hungry and shoo away the conversation but he's known well enough now that that would be futile, and so he does as he's told. A single nod and he's sitting down.

"It wasn't intentional. I just got.... distracted."

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

That’s when she frowned — not at his closeness, of course, but at his statement.

“Yesterday? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday? Sit — I’ll warm up some stew and fresh bread will be ready as well.”

[‘𝐓’ @Nomadiccoeur]

It's not as though he steps too far back from it once he's released from the hug, close and lingering - what's personal space anyway?

"Uh...I grabbed some fruit from the market yesterday I guess."

[𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. @FortifiedSister]

Indeed! Still warm, too.