Since she had met him, the Scot never went without the kilt. And honestly she rather liked it. Suited him. And today he was not alone. So many others wore them and were proud to be clansmen or the ancestors of. It eas nice seeing Jamie look congent and at home.
[b "Would have rather spilt the others' blood, aye?"] The young woman asked as they walked the booths.
Jamie didn't go a day without the kilt. There were glances and proud looks. Now it was common with familiar scents and sights. He assumed she was simply English at this point and settled here.
"I ne'er seen a MacDonald and Maxwell drink together, a wonder."
The two of them had not spoken of her going back with him since that day. Even if he wouldn't let her, Kelsey would anyway.
When the Highland Games came around, Jamie was dressed in traditional Highland Clan's garb. And she one of the dresses. She still never had told the man of her name. And so chose neutral clothes.
[b "Told ye the games bring history and the past back."] She said with a smile.
Jamie couldn't burn those words out of his memory. Take her back to his time and yet he knew the risks; he never told her he had been a cattle wrestler, suspected of murder, and rebel leader.
When Highland Games rolled around he digested the history and ideas. He dressed in the kilt, sporran, and long-sleeved shirt feeling comfortable seeing others dresses in clans kilts gabbing.
"It is good to see this tradition alive."
The words of making her his had slipped before she could stop them. And the blank expression made her look away.
She knew this was not over. And when he mentioned the clothes shopping, Kelsey looked to him again. A small smile did come to her lips and she nodded. [b "Aye..there's a place not far from here.."]
"Make me yours," Jamie repeated with a blank expression.
This subject would sit under his skin for his time. "Perhaps it is time for this clothes shopping that you spoke of."
How could she make him understand? What he was saying..it seemed more home to her than this life did. Not even she understood and she was clearly frustrated.
[b "If I could explain it to ye, then I would. The property bit...I...make me yours. You know I know what it is like...the history. A lot of what ye suffer I cannae get. They have vaccinations here.."] By now she was begging him.
"Memories? What are ye talking about. My time is not what ye say 'romantic' ye'd be the propety of any man- this...cannae happen....and...disease...we are at war and then doomed to servitude and death," he said in a deep tone. "And the smell, yer sewer lines does not exist, yet."
A spark came to blue eyes as she looked up at him. This time he was right in saying what he did. [b "This time you are right... Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Borm in the wrong time? Memories...places that ye know but cannae make sense of?"] She muttered quietly. She was admitting to feel just as...well just as lost as he was.
[b "I want to help you get home...but I also want to find my place..."] Those words were much quieter.
Jamie had to wonder why he was losing these battles with her.
"Aye? And I'm supposed to let ya go in harms way? Why is that, Kelsey? Ye cannae say that this is for me," he wrapped his hand around her arm gently. There was more, he knew it.
The kiss he gave had been the last thing she expected. And yet it had her heart all but flutter. A feeling not like any other and she had not been able to stop a soft sound from slipping from her. One that said she wanted more.
[b "And I said I don't care.. I want to go. And I want to help."] She whispered, arms crossing as she looked up at the man.
That simple kiss felt like a rope unraveling. He gave a small sound in response before leaning down and kissing her firmly, but brief.
"Ye've done more than most would. This is dangerous, ye have a home and family, my time is death. Culloden...the horrible suffering..."
Why she had turned and gently kissed the man's palm was beyond her. But somehow..it had felt familiar. Something she had done before. This did.. Slowly she shook her head, sparkling blue eyes meeting his. [b "I am not yer responsinility... What may come or happen is me own dealings. Tha mi nam nighean òg agus is urrainn dhomh mo cho-dhùnaidhean fhèin a dhèanamh.."] She whispered..her last words had switched to Gaelic, telling him she was grown and could make her own decisions.. She did not want to leave him..though she did NOT know why..
Jamie studied her for a moment before he stroked her cheek. "Yer life is here. Yer family, studies, and perhaps a lad that is not like the man I met. I may die and can accept that, if anything happened to ye, I cannae accept."
She understood that he was trying to save her life and protect her. But it would be a huge feat. And she had not been asking when she said she wanted to go.
[b "I wasn't asking, Jamie. I am going and I am going to help. You need someone who knows the history and well.."] God she could not find the last words she wanted to be saying. [b "And I will worry..."]
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