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she closed her eyes as he kissed her head , relaxing slowly but surely under his touch .
“ i wish prayers were enough , ” she whispered , “ if they were . . no child would ever be taken away from their parents so soon . ”
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“god works in mysterious ways. maybe tomorrow their prayers will come true. you have done what you could…your part here is over, claire.”
he kissed the top of her head, softly. lovingly. as if she was the most fragile flower.
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she shook her head , a soft sigh escaping her lips .
“ nothing , ” she whispered , then corrected herself , “ well , it’s just . . always the same when we have to tell parents that they’ll never hold their child again . ”
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“what’s on your mind, sasenach?” he whispered. he could feel her unease. he knew her to well to ignore the way her heartbeat quickened or slowed when she was troubled.
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she nodded as she readied herself for bed before settling into it —— resting her head on her husband’s chest .
she remained quiet , then . there was something else on her mind .
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“poor lad. i’ll speak to his parents tomorrow. they could probably use one night without dread.”
jamie said, making himself comfortable on the bed. gently bringing her closer.
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claire hesitated for a moment , but they both already knew the answer to his question . so , she shook her head .
“ no . he’s not , ” she answered , “ i did everything i could do , but . . i don’t have the right resources , here . ”
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jamie nodded, reluctantly but a part of him knew she was right. so he followed, deeper into their home. to the bedroom. the soft bed was everything he needed.
“he’s not going to survive, is he?”
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“ because of . . everything that’s going on , ” she said as they walked upstairs .
“ but if we want to be able to help people , we must rest before the next problem arises , i suppose . ”
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“even the gods know you’ll move hell and earth to make sure he survives the night.”
he offered a small smile, his fingers intertwining with hers. “they need rest. so do you.”
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that made her pause . she pressed a lingering kiss to her husband’s shoulder , a sigh escaping her lips .
“ that doesn’t mean i won’t try , ” she said , “ you know i have to . ”
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“foolish hope we’re feeding that lad’s family.” jamie admitted. the boy laying on the stained cot, as his poor mother prays for better tomorrow.
“i know you see it too.”
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leaving her surgery to get some air , claire noticed her husband from afar . a small smile touched her lips at the sight of him , and she approached —— arms wrapping around him from behind once she reached him .
“ what’s on your mind , hm ? ”
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the wind carried the scent of rain across the ridge, stirring the trees as jamie stood outside the house, one hand resting against the hilt of his sword. he’d been quiet for some time, his gaze fixed on the distant hills.
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a literate & au portrayal of sophie bridgerton ( née baek ) , crafted for the modern bridgerton verse . pre & post season four modern adaptation .
writer goes by ash , is 21+ and uses she / her pronouns .
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : potential dark themes .
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ shipping call !
please like this if you are interested in shipping our characters so that i can dm you to develop .
( ms / mv with benedict . )
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