#onesyllable

As odd as it had been to see Ashley off, Seoras had been looking forward to this employee swap thing. Having a fresh pair of eyes might help the team catch issues they’d never noticed before. It would be nice to know what their colleagues in Cardiff were like. And, in all honesty, it would be nice to meet someone new who they didn’t have to lie to about their job.

So when they spotted an unfamiliar head of dark hair at what was usually Ashley’s desk, they jogged down the steps to greet her with a smile.

“Hiya,” they said, holding out a hand. “You must be Gwen Cooper. Seoras Lennox.” They put their other hand on their chest, over the t-shirt emblazoned with THEY/THEM/THEIRS in large letters. They tended to wear it on days when somebody new showed up to work. Not that that happened often.

seoras: “the illuminati doesn’t exactly have a web page”

me: wouldn’t it be funny if the illuminati did have a web page though

me: googles “illuminati”

google:

“I’m really sorry for calling in such a hurry, Gwen, I am.” Jake had stopped crying a while ago, but his voice was still hoarse. “But I needed to talk to somebody, and... I dunno. You’ve always listened.”

It all seemed a bit mental now, looking back at it. His mind felt glazed. Only half-aware. None of it seemed like it was really happening; he was just dreaming, and he’d wake up at home – his proper home – in London with another nightmare to brush off his shoulders.

(I hope he enjoyed every bit of the day and that you feel better and can get some better rest soon!)

(Also, how was the show?)

(I demand either early or late birthday things. And I hope you have so much fun! You deserve a break <3 )