#alongbottom

yes! as the Billie player I’ll gladly second this: to the anon who asked yesterday, we would love to have a James around–

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

65 - My muse comforting yours after a nightmare.

“Sweetheart?”

The door was to her granddaughter’s room was ajar, so after a brief knock, Alice popped her head around to see if the girl was awake. She had heard a noise coming from inside, and decided to investigate. You could never be too careful in these times, especially when it was only the two of them in the house.

With little Alice staying with her grandmother for the weekend, the woman wanted to make it a fun experience. They’d had an eventful day, ending with cake-baking and chatting in the living room about nothing at all. Yet, at eleven o’clock that night, Alice had the horrible intuition that something was wrong.

As she entered the room, she could make out the girl tossing and turning in bed, piteous cries coming from her lips as she fought some imaginary demon. Rushing towards her bedside, Alice gently nudged her granddaughter, concern clouding her features.

“Darling, you’re dreaming.”

Tamsin turned the small pin emblazoned with the Order emblem over in her hand as she walked toward Alice’s cottage. She’d fallen into a sort of habit since coming to Port Montrose -- when she needed to talk to someone, essentially think through a situation or problem out loud, she found herself gravitating toward Alice. There was an intelligent quietness about the other woman that made it easy to simply share things with her and she didn’t seem to mind Tamsin’s chattering. She also seemed to understand which questions were rhetorical and which Tamsin actually wanted answers to without her having to explain. 

Even in a community like this where nearly everyone shared nearly everything, it was still considered polite to knock before entering the more private spaces like the cottages, but Tamsin was lost in thought trying to sort out who the pin belonged to and why she’d found it in the exact spot she knew she’d seen that silver eyed woman. It didn’t matter that she’d found no trace of her when she’d gone back with Peter to look, Tamsin knew she’d been there. She wandered up to the third cottage, opening the door and then pausing to knock as an afterthought while already halfway inside. 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[text from alice]: can’t sleep can u come and shag me till i fall unconscious xxxxxx

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[text from jp]: i’m getting married to her. to corner. but fuck it dom i want you, it’s always been you. lets elope together, lets escape - i love you, dominique. 

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[text from llp]: he’s my brother. GOT THAT. brother. call him anything else will get a hex in your back, ok?

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[text from alice]: holy fuck ur ass looks amazing today fred[text from alice]: also ur face and ur eyes and ur hands[text from alice]: wanna find a broomcloset with me later?

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[text from alice]: Hey, you free later?