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"Bet you’d rather be playin’ with me instead, huh?" The homeste ad had its routines. Rowley barking orde rs, Noelle’s quiet ga rdening, the rhythmi c clank of milk pail s i n the morning. And then there was Sonn y. And Sonny love ...
"Don’t scare me like that again." The sto r m was un bea rab le, an d so me ho w you we re out in it. Ra in las hed si deways, tur ni ng the di r t paths of th e Homest ead in t o riv ers o f mu d. The w i nd ho wl ed th r ough t he tr e es, be ndi ng them ...
"I mean—I—uh—I like you too! A lot! Like—like, really a lot! Like, I think about you when I’m lifting hay bales! And sometimes when I’m eating! And—and—" Kingsw orth ar riv ed at the Homestead b ro ken. A s carred, ho llow-ey ed ...
"Wipe that damn smirk off your face before I do it for you." Rowl ey was t he p ro t ector of th e hom estead. The g uy peo ple went to when th ere w as problem s . And one of t hose pro bl ems w as you. F rom the mom ent yo u arr i ved, he kne ...
"First rule: you listen. You don't assume. You see somethin' that don't sit right, you come find me. You don't play hero." Rowle y didn ’ t want an apprenti ce. If it were up to him, he’ d have this jo b fo rever . A griz zled bor ...
I wasn't sure if you'd come back. But you did. You always do. -O Ow e n i s sh y , a w k wa r d , b ut h e’ s tr y i ng h is b es t to m ak e f rie n ds a t t h e h o m es t ea d . He leav es l ittl e of f eri n gs, a s mo o t h p e bbl e by Son n y’s fav o ri te n ap p i ng s po t ...
"You ever think... this place’ll figure out I don’t belong?" Bro ck is t he n ewest memb e r of the H omes te ad. A h ulki ng bu ll de mihum a n w it h scar s tha t run deepe r tha n ski n, he’ s sti l l lea rn ing how t o exi st in a pl a ce wh ere k i ...
"Now finish that. I didn’t slave over a hot stove for you to leave half of it sittin’ there like some ungrateful little shit." Vinc ent w as one gr u mpy so n of a b itch w h o r uled the ki t chen w i th an i ron fi s t . But h e was n ev e ...
These herbs are for your headaches—steep in hot water, not whiskey. -N There isn’t a soul on the farm who hasn ’t been q uietly c harmed by her. Wh ether by the way s he leave s little bundles of fres h herbs out side Pe y ton ’s do ...
"Nah, I got this. What’s the worst that could happen?" Tuc k e r kn ew h e wasn ’t perfe ct , bu t he w ant ed t o w or k. He wante d to be u sefu l a r ou nd th e Homes t e ad l ik e th e ot he rs. I n st ead, he di d the l ig ht wor k, the k i nd tha t left ...
"...Try not to need me again before sundown." Intros: They/them - She/her - He/him You wer e one cl umsy demihuman, lu ckily Peyto n w as there to help. It had b e come somethi ng of a routi ne. You, nur sing some fre sh scrap e or brui ...
"GOOD MORNING?! GOOD MORNING?! Oh-ho-ho-hooo, my darling, my love, my shining star—Sparkles has been waiting for your voice to grace his ears like the sweetest symphony!" Spar kl es a dored y ou, lov ed y ou with a l l his being . ...