Archives for the Date August 20th, 2018

Loss (Act II), Part Seven

notevenjokingfic:

missclairebelle:

@sassenachwaffles (canon interjection goddess) and @kkruml (paraphrase of what I imagine her thought process was here: “for real how many times can you use the word ‘near’? and this doesn’t make sense either!”) did some magic here, and I owe them a ton. Thank you both for not deleting me. xx.

Also, thank you to everyone who is along for this ride and for those who have left their thoughts on it. Writing this one feels like a challenge for me somehow, and to know that folks are still enjoying it means more than you can know. 


Loss: Act I and ficlets

Loss: Act II: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six


Loss:
Act II

Part Seven

I was a moth, intoxicated by his light.

Claire.”

Jamie’s voice was broken.

You’re okay,” I
croaked over a throat full of tears, unsure of what to say or how to say it. So
I repeated it again and again, letting it become a chant as I allowed myself to
be drawn closer to him.  “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“Ye’re…”

He started to raise his uninjured hand.  It hitched on some invisible barrier before
he returned it to his side, his lips tightening into a line and fingers
trembling a bit as they curled into the sheet beneath him.  He stilled completely.

His abbreviated response (“ye’re…”)
was a heavy and low-hanging fruit, waiting for me to pluck it. The syllable
stayed there in the stillness between us. It begged for me to complete the
thought with ‘here.’ However, instead
of filling in the blank he left for me, I touched my lips to his forehead. His
intake of his breath felt like a puncture of a needle. (Sharp but with a dull exhale.)

After a beat (breaths,
blinking, a twitch of his thumb
) and with eyes closed, Jamie finished on his own, “…here.”

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Thank God. Poor baby.

I cried. I love these two so much.

tastefullyoffensive: (via alextumay)

tastefullyoffensive:

(via alextumay)

vladtheimpalainvalhalla: bugtears: modmad: We interrupt your…

vladtheimpalainvalhalla:

bugtears:

modmad:

We interrupt your usual schedule to bring you a very small pig descending a set of stairs.

HE JUMPS RIGHT INTO IT AND MAKES LITTEL SOUNDS N0

Constant state of oink

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plainclairebeauchamp: – Happy? – Yes.

plainclairebeauchamp:
– Happy? – Yes.

Why did cait mention talking to her partner? Seems like that word is interchangeable in uk with someone’s husband/wife/so. So prob referring to T. Just surprised she shared that

she also shared sam was texting her during the Skype call (after 11pm UK time..saying goodnight? lol) and that after the underwater tank S3 scenes in SA sam and her went out for sushi and had too much whisky… never a good idea to drink too much if you know what I mean *wink wink*

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