I can barely contain my excitement about this. I NEED Ash and Ned to be for real people. They’re adorable and so much fun. And so in love.
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Here’s an excerpt from Waiting For Mr. Ashwell:
“We’re going hunting!” Ned announced as he fell onto the couch. Ash looked up from his book and raised a brow.
“Hunting?” He rumbled as he set his book in his lap. Ned nodded decisively.
“Hunting: Stomping about the woods like a savage and killing woodland creatures.” He elaborated. Ash looked at him patronizingly.
“You don’t hunt, Ned.” He replied. Ned grinned mischievously.
“I might, while at my grandfather’s hunting cabin.” He looked at Ash pointedly. Ash nodded thoughtfully.
“Ah. You mean the luxurious, four bedroom cottage your grandfather kept his mistresses in when your grandmother wouldn’t let him sneak off to Town.” He mumbled. Ned winked and looked very proud of himself.
“As we speak, I’ve got people out there airing it out and stocking it with everything we need for at least a week.” Ned was about to recline when Ash sighed and stood up. Ned frowned as Ash buttoned his coat and made for the door. “Where are you going?” Ned called after him. Ash turned and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at Ned.
“To get the guns. Do you have anyone preparing those?” Ash looked at Ned expectantly. Ned cringed and rubbed his jaw.
“Right. We might need those. Because we’re going hunting.” He smiled sheepishly. Ash shook his head.
“Or were you intending to chase the woodland creatures down and kill them with your bare hands?” He raised his brows but kept the rest of his face straight. Ned’s face twisted.
“That’s barbaric. I’m going to take plenty of my finest scotch and lots of romantic poetry.” He jumped to his feet and went to the bookshelf. Ash snorted in disbelief and turned on his heel.
“No Shakespeare.” Ash declared as he strode from the room.