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[beautifullies]

Who: Claire Fraser + YOU
Where: Her room, clinic, outside
When: After the hurricane blows over
Rating: Light cursing, wherever that puts us.
Summary: Something's wrong with the closet and Claire blames whatever tf happened over the weekend. Plus, she needs to check on the garden.
The Story:

☼ home ☼

Ever since arriving in Wonderland and for few exceptions otherwise, Claire has always dressed in 18th-century fashion. Not because it's overly comfortable; it's sentimental. Frank had purposefully destroyed every single thing Claire had to remind her of the life she'd lived with Jamie (save for Brianna, of course, and her ring), and she'd be damned if anyone would ever take that away from her again. Twenty years was long enough. Besides that, her husband won't suddenly and all at once adapt to 20th-century life. Paired with Wonderland being modern in and of itself, seeing their daughter in bikinis, shorts, and tank tops is enough for the poor man's heart, she feels.

Which is why there's some frustration happening in their room today.

Every now and then she keeps the door open to invite friends new and old alike to their 4th floor home. It's almost like being Laird and Lady again, to have people come in and out of their home just to visit. They don't collect rent and they aren't overseeing anyone's safety and well-being, but it's nice all the same to get to know their fellow residents. But today, that open door is revealing a current struggle.

"You damned bloody closet, cooperate," she huffs. But it doesn't. And outfit after outfit is modern, including the one she's currently wearing. Giving up, she rubs her face and decides to just spend her day in the damned blue dress and heels, if that's what she's meant to do for God knows what reason.

"Christ, fine."

The rest of her morning is spent tending to her indoor plants, fussing over them and trimming what needs to be, taking care to check soil and light and everything else that goes into taking care of her herbs. Sometimes Bree or sometimes Jamie will lead people through their own version of Lallybroch to speak with Claire and she greets everyone, happy to chat the day away.

☤ clinic ☤

Making her way to the clinic and pushing the door open, she props it then stares in confusion once the lights are on. Broken glass.

"How in Christ's name..."

It's interior, with the views she assumed were magical because how in hell does an interior room have windows? And yet whatever hurricane winds swept through shattered two of them and she sets out for a broom and dustpan to try and get it cleaned up. Why didn't Wonderland repair itself? Or is it still trying? She has no idea. If they don't repair themselves she'll need to ask someone if they can help, but for now, she simply closes the shades once the glass has been removed. At least the weather is nicer now.

Once she's done, Claire sits behind her desk right at the front and gets to work on a list of things to plant outdoors now that spring has arrived and she has a better idea of the climate during each season in Wonderland. She's lost in thought and tapping her pen against her cheek, contemplating beets and radishes this year instead of carrots and peas. Maybe she'll just go for all four. That's why as someone walks in, she murmurs. "If you had your own garden, would you rather yield radishes or carrots?"

✿ Gardens ✿

Early in the evening, but before supper with Jamie and Bree, Claire heads outside to the gardens, trading her high heels for boots and wearing an apron over her dress. A dress that is so impractical for outdoor work, but a fight she didn't want to continue having with Wonderland's magic.

Basket in hand, she crouches, trying to remember not to bend lest she give everyone a free show. Examing plants, she moves to the greenhouse where things are up on raised tables and she doesn't have to worry about being down on her hands and knees in a dress. As she works, she hums to herself, a mindless tune that sounds suspiciously like Stop, in the Name of Love. It's peaceful, which means it's easy to get lost in her own thoughts out here, busy working as she is. She loves company, though, never minding it as she adds things to her basket and makes notes of what she's going to plant and where.

❤ Wildcard ❤


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Comments

[beautifullies]

[ He's as good as a father. Who else then, if she can't tell him? Still, she wants to give him good news. Even if how they got there is...well. Dicey. ]

I have a new grandson. I've returned here before even finding out his name, but I've seen him, held him. He's beautiful, Regis. He has Jamie and Brianna's red hair.

[mandrakes]

Oh, how marvellous. [That's a far more pleasant thing to hear, though he does regret somewhat that he has nothing with which to reciprocate. Good things happening to Regis have been somewhat thin on the ground of late, at least when it comes to what happens at home.]

Red hair is almost a rare thing on the Continent. Seen far more on the Isles of Skellige.

[beautifullies]

Scotland is full of red hair. Jamie's mother had red hair as bright as Brianna's.

[ Claire smiles proudly. ]

I very much enjoy being 'grandmother', though neither grandson will be able to say it for some time. Still.

[ She can't wait. And she truly can't wait for Jamie to have a little shadow. ]

[mandrakes]

I'm certain you'll make a wonderful grandmother.

[It's strange, feeling the pride that he does in her. Regis never had a family and never truly looked to start one, but he has managed to find one that accepted him so readily it's almost surreal.

Regis squeezes her shoulder, the pride in her smile reflected minutely in his own.]

There's a young woman I know back home, a good friend's ward, that I truly wish you could meet one day. I'm certain you'd get along.

[beautifullies]

Oh? What's her name, what is she like?

[ Claire doesn't know why or how, but much like Murtagh (and even on some level like Rupert and Angus), Regis has become someone Important to her, someone she feels as though she can't lose.

A dangerous sentiment, in Wonderland. ]

[mandrakes]

Her name is Cirilla, but she goes by Ciri. [Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, heir to the throne of Nilfgaard, and with no interest in it whatsoever. The last he heard of her, she had disappeared into the wilds at Geralt's side, with her father convinced of her death and the life-long search for her finally ended.

She was happy, and that was what mattered.]

I haven't seen her in person since she was a little girl. She's a woman now, and just as headstrong as she was then. She takes a great deal after him.