I believe Isobel and I were in the middle of two conversations (X & X) - I actually would like to get back to “regular” RP - and I should have texted my sister Elsie about a month ago.
OOC: Really sorry for the unintentional hiatus. I’ve been through hell. Graduation has come and gone, my brother was visiting from out of the country and I am just staring into space most of the time right now.
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“Such charming language, darling.” Richard thought to himself as kissed and caressed her, “How did I managed to find such a powerful woman?” He inhaled deeply as her buried his face in her neck, sliding his hands up her waist.“I have a reputation to honor, Richard.” She moaned quietly as she felt his hands sliding up her waist, his facial hair buried against her neck. Biting her down lip, she raised his head with her left hand and kissed him and she made him lean back on the couch.
Down they moved so they were flat to the couch. At times Richard thought to himself that someone might walk in on them. Silly to think like that, but he couldn’t help wondering if his sister would suddenly burst in on them. His thoughts began to affect his performance. Isobel would notice.
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“Yes, you are, a big one! Be grateful I haven’t ripped your lungs out.” She kissed him back, loving how his weight was falling gracefully on her. The manly scent of his skin was making her insane. How could a man have this effect on her?
“Such charming language, darling.” Richard thought to himself as kissed and caressed her, “How did I managed to find such a powerful woman?” He inhaled deeply as her buried his face in her neck, sliding his hands up her waist.
Salt in the Wounds | with Richard Clarkson -
“No.” She buried her face on his shoulder. “I am not. I’ll never be. Richard… I…” She raised her head and brushed her lips on his, pulling his head into hers, deepening the kiss. “I love you. But I want to warn you that I might start freaking out everywhere. I might start to overthink things, I might start to doubt in myself and in that moment I want you to know that… I love you and I respect you for not running away from me. I haven’t been the best woman for you and I feel like I’ve used you for my own pleasure and I feel like I’ve been treating you like complete and utter shit. And you stood there, you always stood there, you kept coming back at me. I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a bitch to you. I love you. Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you, my dear. I never will. Through thick and thin. Like porridge.” Isobel laughed through her tears. “I won’t run away from you no matter how much you frighten me… or if you ask me to go.”
Salt in the Wounds | with Richard Clarkson -
“I know, I know,” he said with a reassuring shake, the slightest movement to let her know he had a hold of her, “But don’t be ashamed to need comfort. You do a fine job at dealing with loss. You do it every day.”“It’s not the same, Richard. We’ve seen it worse, we’ve seen it better. You mainly, you deal with death 5 times a day. But when it really knocks on your door or on a close one’s, only then you feel how powerful it is and you start to understand everything. Because I’ve been so reckless until now, I’ve been so stupid, Richard. Will you ever forgive me?”
“I don’t need to forgive you, my dear.” he said tenderly, placing a kiss on her head in the least patronizing way he knew how.”You are good and kind and strong. And I am more lucky than you. I don’t know my patients. When they die, I can move on. I am sad, of course, but I never really know them.” He looked down at her. “Are you alright, my dear?”
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“Scotland or the Scottish?” he said cheekily, leaning in closer.“Oh, the endless plains of green grass, those lakes filled with haze… those men that can turn a gal’s mind around… I’ll have to say both, you cheeky bastard.”
“Cheeky bastard, eh?” He said, now determined to kiss her. And he did. With a wonderful forcefulness that he knew she loved. She responded passionately and that fueled him further. What bliss.
Benedict Cumberbatch as Major Stewart in War Horse
This looks like me when I was a lad.
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“I’m quite sure you’ll help me with that, m’love, as I’m very bad at making other accents than my Manchester one.” She kissed him briefly. “I’ve always had something for Scotland, don’t ask why.”
“Scotland or the Scottish?” he said cheekily, leaning in closer.
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“Aw, so sweet! Such a gentleman you are, m’lad. Taking all the blame for what a simple lass like me might do in the future.” She tried to do her best Scottish accent, but she failed, ending up laughing. They slowly sat down on the couch again.
“Are we still drunk?”
“I do believe I’ve sobered up. And I quite like it.” He let out a single bark of a laugh. “That accent! You’re going to need to work on that m’dear.”
Salt in the Wounds | with Richard Clarkson -
Richard thought he’d be useless if she ever cried, but he wasn’t. He was oddly happy to have the opportunity to comfort her. “Is there anything I can do?” He didn’t want to ask such a pat question, but it had to be done.“Don’t run away from me. I’m not as strong as everyone thinks I am. I don’t deal well with loss.”
“I know, I know,” he said with a reassuring shake, the slightest movement to let her know he had a hold of her, “But don’t be ashamed to need comfort. You do a fine job at dealing with loss. You do it every day.”
Alibi | with Richard Clarkson -
“Not every woman needs constant reassurance, you twat.” She raised an eyebrow. “I never did. But yes, if you’re not doing this properly, I’ll make sure you’ll know. Odds are I’ll be the one messing things up.”
“Pardon me, just following a stereotype,” Richard said casually. “If things are ever ‘messed up’ I’m sure it will be both our faults. Or just mine.” The warmth of her body comforted him just as much as her words.