Ideas Above Her Station

Adrienne Lefevre, Courtesan. "Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise." [[Independent Multiverse RP Account for my OC, Adrienne. Tracking the tag adriennelefevre]]

[theforsakenhybrid-blog]

                   " Quite close to it, really."

[adriennelefevre]

              "Here I was convinced that you might be happy to see me, no?"

[adriennelefevre]

                          " Why Nik, you look as if you've seen a ghost."

[theforsakenhybrid-blog]

[lastcenturionwhowaited]

             ”Was I supposed to be hiding?”

[adriennelefevre]

              "No point in playing the game if you don't hide"

[adriennelefevre]

             "Found you!"

[adriennelefevre]

"Mademoiselle---?"

             ”Yes, dear?”

[awhoreslies]

Game of Thrones + Bastille lyrics

Robbaery week edition (3/7)

All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand There’s a hole in my soul, can you fill it? Can you fill it?

[lastcenturionwhowaited]

I want the K.

7: Romantic Kiss

[under a read more because of the length]

       He came back. The Doctor had come back multiple times, just to check on Rory, at least, that’s what he told him when he finally approached from the little blue box hidden around the corner. Rory was livid. He yelled and pushed and just about lost his head, the anger even growing when he’d learned of the visits. When he’d finally settled down, the Doctor confirmed that Amy had found someone else and was no longer traveling with him. 

       He also told him that he’d seen him with ‘the girl’. He’d seen the look of impossible, absolute, unconditional love that graced his face whenever he was around her as well as the pained expressions of loss when he’d have to leave her every night. Most importantly, he told him his understanding of the situation, the feeling of love that burned in the bit of his stomach. And when Rory asked, he spoke of the little brunette that he whisked away only on Wednesdays.

       So after the long conversation, Rory entered the TARDIS for what was most likely his last trip. They avoided his former home, as to not evoke any unwanted feelings of guilt or homesickness and settled for the marketplace of Akhaten, where the Doctor and his so-called ‘impossible girl’ had saved the citizens from being devoured by their ‘god’. And, while he missed this adventure, he wouldn’t trade his little french girl for the universe. He could let this go. 

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[debbiedownr]

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Say It Somehow - Kelli O’Hara & Matthew Morrison The Light in the Piazza (2005 Original Broadway Cast)

[adriennelefevre]

I love you.

             She stared at him for a moment, Icy eyes trailing over his features. The way he looked at her caused a pink hue to touch her cheeks. For he did not see the cracks in her porcelain exterior. He did not find her broken or damaged. He saw who she truly was. He saw the life within her. He brought her joy. He had fixed her, just as she had repaired him. Together, they were not lonely. Together, they were warriors that would take on the toils of the world side by side. So, it was with a small laugh from her lips, and a pair of arms quickly wrapping around his neck that she uttered the words in return.

              ❝Just as I love you, my own heart.❞ 

[sociopathsinlove]

[mizb9151-deactivated20141111]

[lastcenturionwhowaited]

OKRAY BBY. 

U LYKE THAT BBY?

[mohsamuelm-deactivated20130605]

See how my character reacts if yours says 'I love you.'

[roleplaymemes]

Win my character's heart with one sentence?

[awhoreslies]

[ameliapondering]

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Matthew Morrison | Love to Me (from The Light in the Piazza)

[adriennelefevre]

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➌: kiss yours above the shoulders

Fluttering her eyelashes, the girl awoke. She hadn’t remembered a night of such restful sleep. Turning her head lazily to the right, she noticed that the figure beside her was not asleep. In fact, he looked quite puzzled as he sat upright on the edge of the bed. So, quickly she brought it upon herself to sit up, nightgown in disarray, and wrap her arms around him. Her head rested in the crook of his neck hands resting against his stomach.

                 ”My darling…” She cooed, lips finding a place against his neck. “What has you so troubled?”

Gently, her lips moved against his shoulders, peppering light kisses against the skin she could find there. Then, in an attempt to get her worried love to return to bed for some well needed rest: she placed her lips against his neck again, in the space where his jaw  met his neck.

                      “Come back to bed…” She suggested.