Tabitha Brooding-Hawthorne
October 24, 2021 4:30 PM
I'm late, I'm late... why am I always late? by Tabitha Brooding-Hawthorne
Tabitha had fallen asleep at her desk... again. Mary was going to kill her. Tabitha was going to have to check her tea before drinking anything for at least a week. She rubbed a hand over her face, trying to wipe away the grogginess and the remnants of her impromptu nap away. She'd promised Mary that she would at least try and be back in their quarters at a reasonable time tonight... Evidently, she had failed. It was always just one more line to write, one more thing to fact check, one more reference to record, one more drawing to complete. Always one more minute that turned into one more hour that always ended up being one hour too many.Guilt swelled up inside her and she leaned back in her chair. It was getting out of hand. Zeus was growing up quicker than Tabitha could keep track of and she knew that she hadn't been the best wife to Mary recently, all for the sake of her research. It was important research, that was true, but was it worth sacrificing her family for? Dragons and the protection of them was important and Tabitha would never stop aiding the fight for better laws to safeguard against poachers and illegal trading and cruelty but winning those fights wouldn't be so great if she lost two of the most important people in her life in the process.
Her research was nearly done though. She was just waiting on some final bits of information from some contacts across the globe and then she could pass it all onwards and her part to play would be complete. She could return to teaching full-time and return to being a loving wife and 'daddy'.
Tabitha rose from her desk and stretched, several of her joints popping as she did so. She felt stiff and tight all over, an indication of just how long she'd been at her desk. Zeus would definitely be in bed and asleep by now and Mary would also most likely be too, probably having given up on her late wife some time ago.
She quietly slipped into their shared quarters and made her way over to her tea collection and fine china. There was little point in going to bed right now, given that she'd just had a long nap and she'd likely only disturb Mary anyway which wouldn't be fair. She selected a teacup that was patterned with dragons in flight and poured herself a cup of tea before moving over to the sofa and settling on it, a pile of soft and comfortable cushions under her.
"Silly woman," she murmured to herself before letting out a long, quiet sigh.
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Tabitha Brooding-Hawthorne
I'm late, I'm late... why am I always late?
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Mary Brooding-Hawthorne
November 08, 2021 3:42 PM
For another important date. by Mary Brooding-Hawthorne
It had been weeks, if not months, since Mary had waited up for her wife. Every night though, she still woke up for her wife. They rarely connected when Mary lay awake in bed, listening to the brewing of tea that Tabitha was always less quiet about than she thought she was - for a woman who made a living by being vigilant, she sure as heck couldn't sneak up on a teapot - but Mary always listened. Occasionally, Tabitha would come to bed and Mary knew that was the nights she hadn't slept in her office. Mary had realized long ago she had nothing to say in those moments, so she merely kept her eyes closed, gave a soft stirring sound, and rolled over to accept or offer any cuddles Tabitha was up for. It wasn't exactly what Mary would call a healthy relationship model but it was keeping them afloat for now and that was all Mary could ask of the devoted scholar/adventurer she had married and was now raising a kid with. Or at least raising at the same time . . . they rarely did anything "with" each other these days.The thought made it hard for Mary to keep her eyes closed and even a facade of sleep eluded her. Instead, she gathered her blankets with a huff and clambered out of bed. Her bare feet were warm and stuck to the cold floor as she padded - or thumped - into the living room. Tabitha was sitting on the couch with some tea, muttering to herself and looking tired, if not sleepy. Gathering the blankets closer to herself to be sure she didn't knock the hot drink out of her wife's hand, Mary plopped onto the couch, pushed Tabitha's hands out of the way, and put her head on her lap. She gave a great big yawn and rolled a bit to get comfortable, planting a grumpy kiss on Tabitha's thigh and wiping the corner of her eye there as well.
"Something has to change," she said sadly. Then she kissed her wife's thigh again and snuggled down, pulling the blankets over herself like some big ridiculous marshmallow. "I love you," she added, already dozing back off.
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Mary Brooding-Hawthorne
For another important date.
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