ofherage-archived:

I have decided to archive this blog. It’s been a long 7 years, but a change is a must. Follow my new blog at @ofherage ( i cant link it. ) I wil be there. Let me know if you are still interested in keeping threads / / wanting to write. See you over there!

i miss hermione and writing her !! :(

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ofherage-archived:

I have decided to archive this blog. It’s been a long 7 years, but a change is a must. Follow my new blog at @ofherage ( i cant link it. ) I wil be there. Let me know if you are still interested in keeping threads / / wanting to write. See you over there!

ofherage-archived:

I have decided to archive this blog. It’s been a long 7 years, but a change is a must. Follow my new blog at @ofherage ( i cant link it. ) I wil be there. Let me know if you are still interested in keeping threads / / wanting to write. See you over there!

I have decided to archive this blog. It’s been a long 7 years, but a change is a must. Follow my new blog at @ofherage ( i cant link it. ) I wil be there. Let me know if you are still interested in keeping threads / / wanting to write. See you over there!

to make this an archive  & to make a new blog…..debates, debates, debates

𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎:

               —–   𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙽𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂   𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳   𝙰𝚃   𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚈'𝚂   𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂.   his   bandaged   hand   reaches   out   toward   hermione,   his   eyes   just   barely   open.   the   young   man,   known   for   his   impeccable   self-care,   has   a   rare   shadow   along   his   jaw   and   cheeks.   
               “   i   know   how   it   must   feel,   ma’am,   “   the   nurse   begins.   “   but,   we   must   insist   you   leave.   we   don’t   want   him   overwhelmed.   our   priority   right   now   is   to   keep   him   alive.   “
               henry   sighs   and   begins   to   take   the   clothes   from   her   arms.   “   i   will   dress   him.   he   needs   a   familiar   face   around   him.   it   will   do   him   some   good.   “
               “   hermione,   take   the   chocolate   and   feed   him,   will   you   ??   “   henry   asks,   pointing   to   the   poor   young   nurse   who   is   trying   desperately   for   him   to   eat.   that   poor   girl   is   about   ready   to   give   up.
               the   nurse   turns   around,   her   lips   pressed   tightly.   “   sir,   we   are   healthcare   professionals   and   we   are   properly   trained.   with   all   due   respect   to   the   young   miss,   we   weren’t   taught   by   watching   our   mothers   -   we   have   years   of   proper   experience   !!   “
               “   no   point   in   arguing   with   the   chief,   “   charles   pipes   up,   as   makes   his   way   to   pour   a   hot   cup   of   tea   for   james   to   sip.   “   once   he’s   made   his   mind   up,   there   is   no   going   back.   “
               the   nurse   huffs   for   a   moment,   her   eyes   longingly   on   james.   charles   notes   this   exchange,   as   james   glances   back   at   the   nurse,   innocently.   she   and   her   team   move   onto   the   next   patient.   
               “   right,   james.   you   needn’t   worry   about   being   embarrassed.   i   have   sons   and   we   are   both   grown   men   -   “
               “   lord,   chief.   you   are   making   this   more   awkward   than   it   needs   to   be.   “   charles   snickers   as   he   puts   a   couple   cubes   of   sugar   into   the   tea.   
               henry   turns   and   straightens   the   dividers,   shielding   james   as   charles   takes   the   blanket   off   him.   with   the   cold   air   hitting   his   naked   body,   james   moves   quickly   into   a   fetal   position,   shaking   harder.   
               “   we’ll   need   to   take   off   those   bandages   to   fit   the   shirt   and   trousers   on,   “   henry   says,   quickly.   both   charles   and   henry   get   to   work,   quickly   unravelling.   underneath,   his   skin   looks   extremely   bruised,   raw,   and   sore.   luckily,   none   of   his   limbs   have   turned   black.   james   groans   in   pain   as   his   wounds   meet   the   air.   
               “   this   might   be   a   bit   painful,   but   you   need   new   wraps   anyways.   these   are   a   tad   grim   now.   “   charles   assures   james   as   henry   begins   to   lift   james   legs   to   fit   on   the   underwear.   
               redressing   james   goes   quicker   than   expected.   they   had   to   dress   him   quickly   to   get   him   warm   but   they   didn’t   want   to   rush   so   much   that   he   would   become   in   significant   pain.   luckily,   they   managed   to   keep   him   happy   and   by   then   end,   he   is   snugly   warm.   
               “   i   will   fetch   the   nurses   to   redress   his   wounds,   “   charles   announces   as   he   disappears   into   the   open   room.   
               henry   sits   at   the   edge   of   his   bed,   gently   patting   the   younger   officer’s   hair,   in   a   rather   paternal   manner.   james   would   normally   object   to   this,   as   henry   certainly   is   not   his   father.   he   knows   how   lucky   he   is   to   be   alive   so   he   will   take   any   affection   he   can   get   in   the   moment.   
               “   t-t-thank   y-you,   “   he   chatters   up   to   henry   before   his   gaze   turns   to   hermione.   “   i-i-i   was   s-so   afraid   th-th-that   i   would   never   s-see   you   again.   “
               just   as   james   reaches   out   to   touch   her   face,   affection   words   ready   to   escape   his   red,   raw   lips,   charles   enters   with   the   same   nurse   from   before.   she   is   a   petite   woman,   with   a   pale   face,   freckles,   and   her   deep   mahogany   waves   tied   nearly   up   under   her   nurse’s   bonnet.   her   haunting   brown   eyes   seems   to   look   into   your   very   soul.   
               “   right,   he   needs   rest   now   !!   “   she   clucks,   as   she   unlocks   a   cabinet   to   reveal   fresh   dressings.   “   i   will   call   for   you   when   he   is   perked   up,   mister   ??   “
               “   wilde,   “   henry   quickly   answers.   “   chief   officer   henry   wilde.   “
               “   right,   mister   wilde   and   guests,   we   will   send   for   you   soon.   “

                                     𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷   𝚃𝙾   𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚃,   𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙻𝚈,   𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽,   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷.  silently,   she   huffs.   her   mother   was   an   excellent   nurse !!   she   crossed   her   arms   but   she   was   thankful   that   henry   took   the   reins,   but   she   spotted   that   familiar   look.   that   she   gave   to   them   all.   that   look.   there’s   a   pang   of   jealousy   in   her   chest,   but   she   tries   to   ignore   it.   

after   all,   she   had   broken   james’   heart   in   the   first   place.   she   turns   her   head   towards   another   patient,   hoping   that   her   look   was   not   spotted   by   charles   or   henry,   the   last   thing   she   wanted   to   do   was   to   add   confusion.   she   had   no   right   to   be   jealous.   she   knew   they   would   be   pondering   what   she   was   to   her,   she   couldn’t   claim   to   be   james’   girlfriend   when   there’s   a   man   on   her   left   that   proposed   to   her   days   ago,   and   a   man   to   her   right   that   saved   her   life   and   comforted   her   like   no   other.   

affectionately,   she   watched   henry   and   charles   change   him   into   warmer   clothing.   “   see,   ”   she   chuckles,   her   eyes   lovingly   on   them,   “   it’s   better   with   familiar   faces,”   as   soon   as   she   said   it,   she   regretted   saying   something   so   unlike   her.   (   or   did   she ?   )   she   goes   closer   to   james,   with   a   faint   smile   on   her   lips.   her   heart   was   aching   that   he   was   in   pain   and   that   he   was   still   cold,   she   wishes   that   she   was   able   to   swap   places.   she   rests   a   hand   on   henry’s   shoulder,   showing   her   appreciation   for   him   doing   that.   would   she   be   able   to   do   it?   perhaps   so!   but   james   might   have   felt   more   comfortable   with   henry   and   charles   changing   his   clothes.   “   thank   you   charles,   ”   she   speaks,   but   he’s   leaving   the   room,   feeling   a   tad   frustrated.

   she   knows   this   nurse   would   insist   on   them   going.   she   wanted   to   be   the   one   to   do   this   for   him,   but   she’s   breathing   deeply.   at   least   he   would   be   in   safe   hands.   as   soon   as   he   spoke   again,   though,   she   looked   towards   him,   “   oh   james,”   she   said   softly,   “i   was   so   afraid   too,   if   it   was   my   choice   i   wouldn’t   have   got   into   the   lifeboat   until   you   and   henry   were   in   it.   but   you’re   so   brave   —”      she’s   sitting   on   her   knees   now,   looking   at   him   as   he   starts   to   reach   for   her,   but   is   frustrated   when   she   hears   the   nurse’s   voice   again. 

“   we   are   not  only   guests.   ”   she   murmurs   under   her   breath,   it   comes   out   quite   bitterly.  

.   she   looks   towards   henry   and   charles,   her   eyes   pleading   for   them   to   stay.   she   hadn’t   even   got   a   chance   to   feed   him   his   chocolate   yet!!   “   i   haven’t   had   a   chance   to   feed   him   chocolate   yet,”   her   voice   is   irritated,   “really,”   she   murmurs   under   her   breath,   before   looking   at   james.   “   i’ll   feed   you   this   and   i’ll   let   you   rest,   ”   she   hasn’t   moved   from   her   spot.   lightly,   she   strokes   james’   hair   and   she   breaks   off   a   piece   of   chocolate,   the   piece   moving   towards   his   mouth,   “   i’m   remembering   what   we   had   for   our   dessert   on   the   ship.   i   don’t   think   i   finished   mine,   i   was   too   distracted.   ”   she   breaks   off   another   piece,   clearly,   she   looked   like   she   was   not   going   anywhere.

𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎

               —–   “   𝚆𝙴   𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝚄𝚂𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙰𝚂   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙸𝚂   .   .   .   ”   charles’   voice   trails   off.   he   knows   how   excited   she   is   to   hear   of   his   survival.   he   can   see   it   in   her   eyes.   it   is   difficult   to   perhaps   disappoint   her   so   soon   after   this   news.
               henry   kneels   down,   stroking   her   hand   gently.   “   darling,   he   is   very   ill.   he   is   lucky   to   be   alive,   even   still.   “
               charles   hums   in   agreement.   “   he   is   severely   hypothermic.   he   is,   more   than   likely,   dying,   “   the   second   officer   takes   her   other   hand.   “   we   will   go   see   him.   he   will   be   happy   to   see   you.   we   just   want   you   to   be   prepared   for   the   worst.   “
               they   help   her   stand   and   they   walk   inside   and   toward   the   ship’s   infirmary.   inside   is   loads   of   commotion,   many   were   being   treated   for   frozen   feet   -   including   harold   bride   who   was   sipping   on   hot   chocolate.   his   eyes   widen   as   hermione   passes.   
               at   the   end   of   the   room,   a   plethora   of   staff   surround   the   sixth   officer’s   bed.   a   nurse   is   hanging   up   his   wet   clothes,   including   underwear   to   dry.   another   is   trying   to   feed   him   chocolate,   begging   him   to   eat.   james   lay   in   the   bed,   nude   for   the   most   part   but   under   several   blankets.   he   is   shivering   violently,   eyes   closed.
               “   please,   sir   !!   “   a   nurse   begs.   “   we   need   to   get   some   sugar   into   your   system.   “
               a   nurse   turns   to   see   henry,   charles,   and   hermione   standing,   watching   in   shock   as   they   try   to   to   warm   their   friend   up,   just   as   another   pushes   past   them.
               “   we   found   a   passenger   who   wears   the   same   size   as   him   !!   he’s   offered   to   lend   some   dry   clothes.   “
               “   perfect,   we’ll   dress   him   then   !!   “   
               the   nurse   looks   back   at   the   three   visitors.   “   i   am   sorry,   you   will   have   to   leave.   we   will   send   you   for   as   soon   as   we   have   stabilised   him.   he   is   still   quite   vulnera-   “
               “   h-h-her-h-hermione   ??   “   they   hear   james   stutter   behind   them.   his   voice   is   raspy   and   weak.   “   i-i-i-i-i-i-is   th-that   y-y-y-you   ??   “

                                      𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚂   𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈,   𝙽𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙸𝙽   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶,   𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂   𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻   𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂.   .   .    he   could   still   die   .   .   .   but   he   is   alive,   severely   unwell,   but   as   she   grips   both   henry   and   charles’   hand   as   they   lead   to   where   he   is.   out   of   the   corner   of   her   eye,   she   spots   harold   bride   sipping   on   a   hot   chocolate.   her   heart   leaps,   but   perhaps   she   would   get   a   chance   to   speak   to   him   a   little   later.   she   was   grateful   that   he   managed   to   make   it   safe   and   well,   the   guilt   was   starting   to   hang   over   her   now.   but   the   image   of   those   wonderful   nurses   that   are   working   are   incredible,   it   makes   her   heart   warm,   it   brings   a   small   smile   to   her   lips.   “   oh   look,   ”   it’s   a   whisper,   she   steps   forward   to   look   at   him.   she   hates   seeing   him   like   this,   she   wants   to   warm   him   up   herself.   subconsciously,   her   grip   on   their   hands   becomes   tighter.      

     she   wishes   that   she   could   attend   to   him   instead.   after   all,   this   is   what   her   mother   did   for   years   until   her   father   ruined   everything,   even   her   own   reputation.   looking   after   the   unwell,   treating   them,   making   them   better,   holding   their   hands   as   they   took   their   last   breath.      but   she   doesn’t   want   to   leave   the   room   .   .   she   thought   he   was   dead,   but   she   knows   that   he   needs   urgent   attention   and   care.   she   knows   that   they   are   doing   their   best.   “   i   don’t   want   to   go,   i   want   to   see   him   first.   ”   to   say   hello,   to   tell   she   is   sorry,   to   ask   him   what   she   could   do   for   him   even   though   he   may   not   respond   to   her   at   all,   and   lastly,   she   wants   to   tell   him   he   is   incredibly   brave   and   a   strong   man   to   survive   this.   to   tell   him   that   his   friends   are   so   relieved   that   he’s   alive.   ( little   does   he   know   that   she’s   thanking   above   for   letting   him   live. ) she   wants   to   rush   to   him,   dress   him   in   thick   socks   with   a   thick   jumper   and   make   sure   that   he   is   eating.   she’s   feeling   disappointed   when   they’re   told   to   go,   she’s   about   to   insist   if   she’ll   be   able   to   stay   for   a   while,   she   turns   but   she   froze   to   the   spot   when   she   hears   james   calling   her   name.   

she   wants   to   take   him   into   her   arms   and   make   sure   that   he   feels   her   warmth,   there’s   a   smile   on   her   face.   she   takes   a   minute   to   respond.   “   it’s   me.   ”   she   manages   to   speak.   it’s   not   in   a   whisper   or   in   a   murmur. 

     “   oh   please,   can   i   stay   ?   “   she   looks   pleadingly   at   the   nurse,   “   my   mother   is   –,”   she   pauses,   it   cuts   her   for   a   moment.   “  she   was   a   nurse   herself   and   she’s   taught   me   a   few   tricks   throughout   the   years.”   she   looks   at   henry   and   charles.

 “   can   we   ??   just   for   a   little   bit   ?   it’s   been   a   frightening   time   for   all   of   us   thinking   the   worst,”   she   swallows,   “   we   want   to   spend   time   with   him   and   make   him   comfortable.”   their   words   still   rang   in   her   head   about   his   condition.   “   we’ll   even   encourage   him   to   eat,   i   am   fed   up   waiting   on   news.   .   .   and   i   know   you   all   have   been   working   extremely   hard   on   everyone   on   this   ship,   a   break   is   well   deserved   while   i   am   sitting   around   !   ”   it   was   worth   the   shot,   after   all,   because,   james   was   worth   it.   she   squeezes   both   henry   &   charles   hands   again.   “   i   am   afraid   of   losing   him.”   she   admits.

𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎​:

               —–   “   ‘𝙼   𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴   𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂   𝙱𝚈   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙴𝙽𝙳   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   !!   ”   he   moans   against   her   lips.   his   trousers   are   practically   a   tent   now,   which   is   horribly   embarrassing.   if   only   he   had   the   guts   to   undo   his   trousers.   they   didn’t   have   to   be   completely   naked   to   have   sex.
               as   his   tongue   explores   her   mouth,   he   takes   her   hand   down   towards   the   stiffness   between   his   legs.   he   guides   her   hand   forward   and   back   against   him.   if   they   can   just   do   this   quickly,   that   would   lovely   but   that   clearly   isn’t   possible   when   .   .   .   
               “   what   the   hell   is   going   on   here   ?!   “   he   turns,   and   of   course,   jack   has   walked   in.   he   knew   something   like   this   would   happen   because   it   is   just   his   luck.
               “   shitting   hell   !!   “   harold   exclaims,   hands   quickly   moving   to   his   privates.   the   tent   goes   down   real   quick,   thankfully.   
               “   you   can’t   do   that   stuff   in   here,   bride,   “   jack   snaps.   “   what   if   an   officer   walks   in   here   ??   that   moody   lad   just   said   he   was   going   to   check   for   ice   warnings.   “
               “   we’ve   got   none   !!   “   harold   says,   meekly.
               “   yeah,   well,   you’ve   gotten   something   right   here   .   .   .   “   jack   walks   over   and   grabs   the   capsule,   unraveling   it   and   reading.   “   for   a   passenger   named   hermione   granger   .   .   .   is   that   you   ??   “   

                                                         𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷   𝙸𝚂   𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷,   𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙸𝙽   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚂   𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝙸𝚂𝚃.   she   is   gasping,   holding   him,   she’s   wanting   to   hitch   up   her   dress   and   to   pull   aside   her   garments.   she   moved   her   lips   against   his   passionately   and   fiercely   but   her   heart   almost   leaps   out   of   her   chest   when   she   hears   another   unfamiliar   voice.   shakingly,   she   moved   away   from   harold   bride   as   her   cheeks   went   a   bright   red.   (   although,   she   supposed   that   it   could   be   worse.   at   least   it   wasn’t   the   captain   or   one   of   the   officers.   )

her   mouth   is   hanging   by   light,   she   pushes   her   dress   down   and   fixes   herself   quickly   as   she   listens   jack   scolding   harold.   she   feels   guilty,   she   knew   that   he   didn’t   want   to   do   it   in   this   room   but   she   still   insisted,   she   bit   her   lip.   well,   she   was   rather   glad   that   none   of   the   officers   had   walked   into   the   room.   how   incredibly   awkward   would   that   be   ?   especially   james,   but   she   steps   aside,   offering   harold   an   apologetic   look.

her   eyes   widened   though   when   there   was   a   telegram   there   for   her.   finally   !!   her   mother   must   have   got   the   message.   she   knew   how   edward   could   be   with   these   things,   and   her   father,   well,   he   must   be   furious   that   she   ran   away   to   titanic.   it   was   unlikely   it   was   john,   either.   goodness   knows   what   happened   back   home,   although   at   least   this   would   give   her   some   idea   what   was   going   on,   “   yes.   “   she   nods.   so.   the   telegram   was   from   her   mother   or   uncle   edward.   she   would   not   been   happy   if   it   was   addressed   to   hermione   loughty.      

“   thank   you.”   there’s   an   awkward   pause,   she   can   feel   it   between   her   and   jack.   cheekily,   she   glances   towards   harold   before   she   paced   a   few   steps   forward   to   read.

‘   hermione,   your   mother   passed   away   when   the   titanic   set   sail   on   april   10th.   she   passed   away   in   my   arms.   safe   journey,   darling.   ’  it   was   enclosed   with   her   uncle’s   initials   EG.   she   read   it   a   couple   of   times,   she   felt   like   this   was   a   mistake,   or   a   terrible   prank.   she   knew   her   mother   was   ill,   but   last   week   she   was   hugging   her   while   hermione   was   in   her   wedding   dress,   kissing   her   cheek.   now   she’s   gone   ??      

“   there   must   be   some   kind   of   a   mistake.   ”   she   whispers.   there   would   be   no   other   hermione’s   on   this   ship,   she   assumes.   her   breath   hitches   in   her   throat,   her   shoulders   slump.   her   heart   is   thudding   hard.   does   she   thank   them   ??   it   would   explain   why   he   didn’t   contact   her   the   first   telegram   she   sent.   all   this   time   she   had   been   dead.   she   swallows   hard.   a   few   minutes   ago,   she   was   enjoying   the   moment   with   harold   bride.   

slowly,   she   turns   around.   she   honestly   feels   like   she’s   in   a   dream   —-   no   a   nightmare.   she   looks   at   harold   and   briefly   at   jack,   “   are   you   sure   this   is.   .   .   ,”   she   glances   at   the   initials,   “   for   me   ?  ”   she   was   trying   to   calm   herself   down,   but   tears   were   threatening   to   break.   no,   her   mother   couldn’t   be   gone.   her   uncle   was   lying.   “   he’s   told   me   my   mother   passed   away.   how   can   that   be   true?   “   apologies,   can   i   sit   down   for   a   minute   ?”   she’s   still   clutching   the   telegram   as   if   it   would   magically   appear   differently.   

“   hermione,   your   mother   passed   away   when   the   titanic   set   sail.’”   she’s   repeating   the   telegram   out   loud.   it’s   as   if   her   brain   is   failing   to   process   it,   “   is   that   all   uncle   edward   ?”   she’s   angrily   speaking   to   the   telegram.   “   my   mother   has   been   dead   since   the   ttianic   set   sail   and   he   only   sent   me   one   now ??   ”   she   couldn’t   understand   it,   why   hadn’t   her   father   got   in   touch   ?

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