the problem with thinking too hard about my sexuality beyond “queer. ace in some way” is that while watching women’s hockey yesterday the only thought in my head was women…..WOMEN. gay and yet I can then come onto this here webbed site and see a gifset of luca marinelli running his fingers through his hair and i remember that I don’t know what the fuck i am. anyways. queer is a lovely word.
Jamie passed the time on the Aberdeen-bound train from Nairn by imagining the many ways he might separate the incompetent innkeeper’s head from the rest of his body. He had the guilty thought niggling in the back of his mind that that was perhaps not the most kind-hearted use of his time, but the hour was late and Jamie had missed dinner, and the urgent trip out to Fairy Hill had, it turned out, not been quite so urgent after all.
Geordie had just seen fit to waste Jamie’s afternoon, as it was — crying wolf for a problem that was easily solved.
So, Jamie stared out the window at the fast-moving scenery, drumming his fingers on his thigh, and imagined how many ways Geordie might — accidentally, of course — lose his head.
It was dark by the time the train neared the station, and over the course of two hours, Jamie had soothed his temper back from its near murderous edge and remembered that Geordie was not entirely incompetent; Jamie had chosen him to run Fairy Hill in his stead for a reason. The man simply had a nervous disposition when it came to making any decisions that required absolute authority.
And, Jamie recognized, the true reason for his ire directed at poor Geordie was that this wasted journey had taken him away from home.
Home — it had taken a while for the word to attach itself to this place. Aberdeen had been a necessary move for Claire’s studies, a stop — albeit a lengthy one — along the journey of their life together, and even if their Aberdeen house didn’t lift his spirits the same way that Fairy Hill did, he’d still run to it gladly at the end of the day.
His heart was Claire and the bairns, and they could drag him to the very ends of the earth and he would still call whatever four walls sheltered them his home.
So, even though their house was nothing so special here, a separate dwelling from the hotel Jamie managed during the day, his feet still hastened up the front steps, eager to be reunited with the precious souls within.
“Hello,” he called out to no one in particular as he set his hat and coat on their respective hooks. “I’m home.”
listening to music with headphones is so awesome especially when it shoots straight into your brain and you can pick out all its little layers like sandwich ingredients
