#boostratiotis

"Nothing! Lov - Freddie, you did nothing. It’s..” Voice thick with emotion, Joan took a breath. "We can’t do this anymore. You and me. It’s… This can’t go on any longer. You must know this, Freddie?”

{  ◣   Ｆ  ◢  } —      ❝Wha'...  was  this  t'you? ...Mm?❞ He  meets  her  gaze at    last,      breathing    heavily through his  nose.   ❝Li'le  bit o'  kiddie  fiddlin'?  Eh?  A  li'le game?❞ He seems like  he's about to tip right over the edge. ❝I did f'ings... told you f'ings  I wouldn't tell  a  fucking  shrink, an' you're gonna cut me  loose like some dog you don' wan'?❞

Joan was silent on the line for a beat, before she shakily breathed out a sigh.            “I’m.. I’m fine. Just wanted to hear            your voice. What’re you doing up            so late?”

✘☣✘ — ❝I'm in Sou'fwark wi'f me brovver... Are you okay?❞

"When we’re here, alone, please call me Joan, Freddie,” She quickly made work of saying,  grimacing slightly at the way he said her professional name. sighing, she leaned into him. “You don’t have to make me anything, unless you really feel the need to.”

✘☣✘ — ❝Okay, Joan,❞ said Freddie, though the name felt foreign on his tongue. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, stroking her golden hair. ❝I'm no' half bad a' cookin',❞ he told her with a smug little smirk. ❝I can get real domestic.❞