I'm kind of too sleepy to work on anything else, so the first five people to comment to this post will get an AU twindrabble of their choice! Any scenario, mundane or magical or whatever.
Heeeee, very good one. I may yet finish the sequel I started, but for now...
Tom seldom asked Bill to accompany him to the hospital, for fear that Bill would contract some incurable disease, or encounter a former customer who would attempt to do him harm. He had become, perhaps, more protective than he ought to have been since Bill had taken up residence in their shared home, but he could not now fathom a life without his sweet songbird, and so would do all he could to preserve the happiness they had found.
Today, however, Bill had come to surprise him with a warm lunch, and Tom could not have been more pleased to glimpse Bill's beloved face after a difficult morning in the surgical theatre.
He swept Bill immediately into his arms, twirling him as Bill laughed and clung to his shoulders; the nurses, in the meantime, chuckled and murmured, for they seemed to believe the tale Tom had told: that he was courting a lady at last. Bill bore more resemblance to the fairer gender than his own, in any case, so Tom saw little harm in the untruth.
"Wearin' me new kit'n'all," Bill whispered, and swept a perfect curtsy as Tom set him on his feet. "An' thankye fer it, love." He smiled radiantly at Tom, and Tom thought again that he never would grow accustomed to the simple pleasure that the curve of Bill's lips afforded.
"Doctor Tom!"
Both turned as a small boy, three or four years of age, skidded down the corridor, and paused before them, breathless. "Amalia!" he cried happily as he caught sight of Bill, evidently forgetting any other errand that may have been his. "Ye'll play a round with us, aye?"
"Ye'll say a round o' what before I'll say aye, 'arry-me-lad," Bill laughed, as he lifted the boy much as Tom had just done to him. "What's it t'be this time?"
Harry planted a messy kiss against Bill's cheek as Tom looked on, flush with pride. "'ide'n'go seek?"
"Aye, I'll do," Bill agreed. "Once I've 'ad me midday with Doctor Tom. Go on then." He pressed his lips to Harry's brow and set him down on his feet with care. Harry favoured Tom with a gap-toothed grin and pelted away to find his playmates.
Tom slipped an arm about Bill's slender waist, drawing his beloved close to his side. "You are such a marvel with them, every time you stop by."
"Aye. Like to 'ave little ones someday, I would," Bill confessed shyly, and gave Tom a glance through his lashes.
"Then we shall," Tom promised him, his heart warming beyond belief or reason. "We will find a way, my love. My Bill."
Kish! <3333 Kudos to Ashes for prompting you for this little glimpse, its so sweet and perfect! I love Bill's accent o3o Please please please do write a sequel for Love For Sale one day (after HTFYD lol!).
Tom seldom asked Bill to accompany him to the hospital, for fear that Bill would contract some incurable disease, or encounter a former customer who would attempt to do him harm. He had become, perhaps, more protective than he ought to have been since Bill had taken up residence in their shared home, but he could not now fathom a life without his sweet songbird, and so would do all he could to preserve the happiness they had found.
Today, however, Bill had come to surprise him with a warm lunch, and Tom could not have been more pleased to glimpse Bill's beloved face after a difficult morning in the surgical theatre.
He swept Bill immediately into his arms, twirling him as Bill laughed and clung to his shoulders; the nurses, in the meantime, chuckled and murmured, for they seemed to believe the tale Tom had told: that he was courting a lady at last. Bill bore more resemblance to the fairer gender than his own, in any case, so Tom saw little harm in the untruth.
"Wearin' me new kit'n'all," Bill whispered, and swept a perfect curtsy as Tom set him on his feet. "An' thankye fer it, love." He smiled radiantly at Tom, and Tom thought again that he never would grow accustomed to the simple pleasure that the curve of Bill's lips afforded.
"Doctor Tom!"
Both turned as a small boy, three or four years of age, skidded down the corridor, and paused before them, breathless. "Amalia!" he cried happily as he caught sight of Bill, evidently forgetting any other errand that may have been his. "Ye'll play a round with us, aye?"
"Ye'll say a round o' what before I'll say aye, 'arry-me-lad," Bill laughed, as he lifted the boy much as Tom had just done to him. "What's it t'be this time?"
Harry planted a messy kiss against Bill's cheek as Tom looked on, flush with pride. "'ide'n'go seek?"
"Aye, I'll do," Bill agreed. "Once I've 'ad me midday with Doctor Tom. Go on then." He pressed his lips to Harry's brow and set him down on his feet with care. Harry favoured Tom with a gap-toothed grin and pelted away to find his playmates.
Tom slipped an arm about Bill's slender waist, drawing his beloved close to his side. "You are such a marvel with them, every time you stop by."
"Aye. Like to 'ave little ones someday, I would," Bill confessed shyly, and gave Tom a glance through his lashes.
"Then we shall," Tom promised him, his heart warming beyond belief or reason. "We will find a way, my love. My Bill."
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i love the way you write his dialect/accent in this story. it instantly sets the mood for the whole thing and throws me into that era.
i would love more. this is one of my faves.
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Please please please do write a sequel for Love For Sale one day (after HTFYD lol!).
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