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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

For the first time in years, he wanted to be the man who came back when he said he would. Not for his name. Not for his work. For them. For her. 🧵✔️

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

He stared at the ceiling, thumb brushing over the tin she’d packed in his bag. The shortbread was gone now, but the parchment still sat folded in the tin. He didn’t throw it out. Couldn’t.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

He hadn’t promised her forever, hadn’t even given her a date. Just as soon as I can. And somehow, that felt heavier than any vow he’d ever made. Because she wasn’t the kind of woman who waited lightly. And Daniel wasn’t the kind of child you could walk away from.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

And sometimes, if he let himself drift further, he pictured Daniel curled against her chest. The kid asking for him by name, not understanding why he wasn’t there. That image broke him in ways nothing else could.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

He hit replay more often than he admitted. Not because of the words, but because of what they did to him. Sometimes, if the message was long enough, he could almost see it — her in her room, hair unbraided, quilt pulled up, whispering into the phone while the house slept.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

She never said much in the notes — just fragments of her day, the way the sheep had been restless, or how Daniel had refused to nap until she sang him down. But her voice carried all of it: grit, grace, the edge of fire that never dulled even when she was tired.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

TALON POV The hotel room was quiet in a way that didn’t sit right. Too sterile, too still. The kind of silence that crept under his skin instead of settling him. He lay back on the bed, phone in hand, her voice crackling through his earbuds.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

She doesn’t chase. That’s not who she is. But every time she sees his name light up her screen, every time Daniel asks for him, she feels the pull. And she hates it, and she loves it, and she doesn’t know which side of the feeling will undo her first.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

—a fragment of him dropped into her day like a secret she has to carry quietly.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

Now he sleeps in his crib again, and she lies awake listening to the dark. Sometimes she plays Talon’s voice notes on repeat, earbuds tucked in, his words scraping through her chest like he’s just down the hall instead of across an ocean. Sometimes it’s only a text waiting in the morning—

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

It wasn’t that Talon had ever taken that space. They’d never shared a bed. But he’d left a shape behind anyway — in her days, in her silences, in the sharp edge of goodnight. And with Daniel in her arms, she could pretend, just for a little while, that the ache wasn’t hers alone to carry.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

The first couple of nights after Talon left, she kept Daniel with her. She told herself it was to soothe him — but the truth was quieter. Holding him close, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against her, eased something she couldn’t name.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

At night it’s different. The house settles into its creaks and sighs, the hum of her brothers’ video game banter muffled down the hall. She curls up in her bed, hair loose, quilt pulled high, and finally lets herself be still.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

She gathers him close, kisses his curls, swallows hard so he doesn’t hear the catch in her throat.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

Her brothers don’t miss much, but they don’t press. Not yet. It’s Daniel who breaks her heart wide open. He toddles through the house clutching his cracker cup, his voice wobbling as he points to the porch or the door: “Tuh-nan?” Asking, waiting, searching in his baby way.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

But when her phone buzzes in her pocket, there’s a flicker. The smallest smile. A shift in her breath. A voice note from across the ocean — rough, low, the scrape of Talon’s laugh wrapped in static. Or a quick line of text, sometimes hours late, sometimes right on time.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

To anyone watching, nothing’s changed. She folds laundry on the porch, sings to Daniel as she rocks him, chops vegetables while her mother tells stories at the counter. Her hands are busy, her mind sharp. She works, she jokes, she keeps pace with the boys in every chore.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

The sheep don’t care if she’s tired, the twins still argue over who throws hay straighter, and her father still insists on checking every latch even though she already has.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

TIERNEY POV The days don’t stop. They never do. Tierney still wakes before dawn, still pulls her boots on, still finds herself in the barn with a bucket in one hand and a laugh for Logan in the other.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 30/09/2025

🧵 Life Goes On Two lives, two beds, two kinds of silence. The farm doesn’t stop for her, the road doesn’t stop for him. Life goes on. And yet, in the ache of nights apart, they keep finding each other—voice by voice, word by word. #CountryFire #TierneyAndTalon

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MC @mclussier.bsky.social · 29/09/2025

✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻 Scenes under WHERE SHE STANDS NOW weren’t posted chronologically. To read as they happened: 1️⃣ The Night Everything Changed (3rd posted) → Bloodline and Bone 2️⃣ Then (1st, 2nd): A Clearing in the Norwegian Forest, Dusk and The Clearing, Nightfall 3️⃣ Resume with The Long Road onward #Threadbound

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Not a fan waiting outside a set. Not a fling waiting for his call. A woman who made shortbread at dawn because she knew he’d need it when the silence caught up to him. He wasn’t sure what to do with that. Only that he wanted to be worth it. 🧵✔️

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Because Tierney had remembered, too. Her voice echoed: When are you coming back? He’d said the truth. As soon as he could. Not soon enough, not ever enough—but as fast as the world would let him. And for the first time in years, he felt the weight of someone waiting for him.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

—boots planted, curls loose, mouth pressed to his like it was the only thing tethering her. He touched the tin in the seat pocket, thumb grazing the lid. Inside, the parchment cradled her shortbread the way his mother once did. Fallon’s memory ached, but it didn’t hollow him out this time.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Talon POV – Later, Alone Somewhere over the Atlantic, the cabin lights dimmed and the hum of the engines blurred into a low, endless drone. He should have slept, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her on that curb—

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

The road unspooled in front of her, endless fences and open sky, but for the first time it didn’t feel like home had enough to fill her. Not without him in it. ——

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

She told herself not to be foolish. He had a life oceans away. Work. Commitments. A thousand reasons to stay gone. She didn’t chase, not even when her chest begged her to. But his voice lingered, low and rough, when he’d promised her: As soon as I can.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Her fingers twitched once on the steering wheel, remembering how his palm had turned over to catch hers, how his thumb had brushed across her knuckles like it belonged there. She gripped harder, knuckles pale, as if holding on could keep the memory from slipping through.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Tierney POV – The Drive Home The truck felt cavernous without him. The seat beside her still held his warmth, the console smelled like his cologne, and yet the silence pressed down heavier than ever.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Then she stepped back. Boots scuffing against pavement, curls swaying, hands clenched tight at her sides. And he carried that kiss with him through the sliding doors, already knowing it wasn’t an ending. It was the beginning neither of them had asked for, but both already belonged to. ——

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

He exhaled, slow, heavy. “As soon as I can. I can’t promise an exact date—not with work pulling me overseas. But I swear to you, the second I can, I’ll be here.” Something in her chest loosened, just barely. She nodded, pressed her forehead to his once more, and let herself breathe him in.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

He swallowed hard, thumb brushing over her hand where it gripped his hoodie. “You don’t have to trust yourself, Róisín. Just trust me.” Her eyes shone, green-gold fire holding his steady. She bit her lip. “When are you coming back?”

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Her lips trembled against his. “Avoidance. If it was awkward, I could’ve walked away. And if it was good…” her voice faltered, eyes flicking down, “…I’d want more. And I don’t trust myself with that. Not yet.”

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

When she broke away, their foreheads stayed pressed together, breath mingling. “Right as I’m leaving?” His voice was rough, wrecked.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

He turned, brows drawn, and she was already moving—boots striking pavement, curls spilling free. She caught him by the hoodie, rose to her toes, and kissed him. Not shy. Not uncertain. Deep. Unapologetic. The kind of kiss you don’t give unless you’re already past the point of pretending.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

When he pulled back, he hesitated just long enough to make her think he might say something more. Then he turned toward the sliding doors. Her chest clenched. “Wait.” Her voice carried sharper than she meant.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

She held out a small tin then, steady in her hands, the shortbread inside wrapped in parchment. A gift. A memory. A tether. He blinked once, throat tight, and took it without a word. Instead, he leaned in and pulled her into his chest, his arms firm, hers pressed tight around his ribs.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

The terminal came too quickly. He eased the truck to the curb, threw it in park, and reached for his bag. They both stepped out, the morning rush folding around them in waves of engines and luggage wheels.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

He curled them there, warm and steady, his thumb brushing once across her knuckles before resting still. Neither of them spoke. The radio hummed low, the tires carried them forward, and silence became something weightier—an unspoken promise threaded through the space between their hands.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Not asking. Not pleading. Just saying: I don’t want you to go. But I’ll let you. He glanced at her hand, then shifted his arm down toward the console. Slow, deliberate. He turned his palm over, opening it for her, and she let her fingers slip into his.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

The highway stretched wide, the plains unspooling in muted gold. Fence posts blurred past, each one bringing them closer to where he had to go. Her silence was sharp, but halfway there she broke it—not with words, but with touch. Her hand lifted, hesitant, then rested lightly against his forearm.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Shared POV He took the keys without asking, slid behind the wheel of her truck like it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn’t argue. Just climbed in, curled close against the door, eyes fixed on the horizon.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

He wanted to slide his hand down, just enough to anchor her to him. But she was already retreating carefully, beautifully. And he didn’t want to make her carry the weight of his wanting when she was bracing for his leaving.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Just silence threaded through the movements of her hands. Her thigh pressed lightly against his under the table. She didn’t move away. Her eyes flicked toward him now and then, quick as sparks, but never stayed. He noticed every one.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

Talon POV – Breakfast The table hummed with the usual Flannery chorus—clinking forks, laughter, Daniel’s babble—but at his side Tierney was quiet. Too quiet. She’d cooked for everyone, like always, but her wit never sparked. No teasing about bacon crispness, no sly remarks.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

“Morning,” he rasped. She didn’t look up. “It is.” That was all. That was everything.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

So she baked. Because goodbyes were unbearable. And because he mattered enough to make her try anyway. When he finally came into the kitchen, fully dressed and duffel strap slung across his shoulder, she was pulling the last tray from the oven.

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Tierney Róisín — *Roleplay* @tierneyr.bsky.social · 13/09/2025

She hadn’t planned it, not really. But she remembered his voice that first night, low and careful, when he told her about his mother’s Monday ritual—one piece of shortbread tucked into his backpack—and how he didn’t realize what it meant until he didn’t have it anymore.

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