#peculiardom

【 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜 ! 】

⊱ September 3rd , 1940/1943 ⊰

Reset had been and gone just over 3 hours ago, and all of the children lay asleep in their beds as the day turned from the 2nd of September to the 3rd for the 27,010th time. At least, most of them were tucked up asleep.

Hugh Apiston had pretended to go to bed just as he normally would, but as soon as he was sure that everyone was asleep, he snuck out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where all of the food was. The cupboards held all of the food they would need for the three meals of the day, as well as the fruit which Alma had always kept well-stocked. Thankfully the reset also applied to food, and all of the fruit had come back to the bowl.

He grabbed the wicker basket down from the top of the cupboard and started to fill it with all of the picnic essentials; a blanket he found earlier in the day, some of the fruit from the kitchen, followed by some bread and cheese. At the last minute, he spotted some ivy leaved toadflax in a jug by the window and grabbed them before heading outside.

By light of the moon, he laid out the blanket underneath the topiary design of Adam, and gently placed the basket containing the food in the middle of it. He then organised the ivy around the basket and stepped back to admire his work. Once he was satisfied, he returned to the house and tiptoed back upstairs and past everyone’s rooms until he found Fiona’s. He was hoping to surprise her with a little midnight picnic to cheer her up.

Hugh knocked gently on Fiona’s door, careful not to make any sudden loud noises for fear of scaring her. A confused Fiona opened the door a few minutes later, rubbing her eyes with sleep and confusion, barely being able to form a smile before Hugh took her by the hand and led her outside to where he had organised the picnic.

Fiona could only squeeze Hugh’s hand as she realised what he had done. He was the only person she trusted enough to be this vulnerable around, and although she hardly spoke, her actions conveyed what she meant more than words ever could. She embraced Hugh in gratitude before sitting down at the edge of the blanket happily.

Hugh and Fiona had developed such a strong connection that non verbal communication was usually all that was needed for them to understand each other; Hugh wouldn’t speak around Fiona often, so that she didn’t feel singled out.

I just finished "Hollow City," the second book in the "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" series by Ransom Riggs.

Now, it is time to go on to the next book in the series: "Library of Souls."

Peculiardom: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Jacob in the second trilogy:

「 I decided to make an edit as Loop Day comes to an end . . . 🌧️🕰️🗞️ 」

I had hoped that in returning I might sew together the disparate threads of my life: the normal and the peculiar, the ordinary and the extraordinary. - Ransom Rigss , A map of days.

My brain was a hope-making machine. - Ransom Riggs, A map of days.