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[miss_carew]

Emma's been quiet lately, but she's emerged from her exile on this particular evening, and is sitting in a chair, reading. Anyone is free to stop by and bother London's most lovely girl- she'd enjoy the company of most anyone. Well. Almost anyone.

[mostly because I got bored and got her new icons. And I'm just bored.]

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[theline_between]

Jekyll smiles at seeing his wife, quietly sitting at her feet and resting his head on her lap. "Hello, my love..." he sighs, closing his eyes in contentment and exhaustion.

Typist: I missed this post. How did I miss this post? I really have no idea. I'm so sorry. But I tag now? :D

[miss_carew]

She sets her book aside and strokes his hair.

"Darling, I fear you're going to work yourself to death."