À cœur vaillant rien d'impossible.

"Nothing is impossible for a willing heart." Josephine and Annette Renault. //Indie OCs. Written by Hannah

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Never be afraid to say what you feel.

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“Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.”

Richard Cypher, Seeker of Truth, Lord Rahl, War Wizard 

The Sword of Truth Series 

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greatcxurage:

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“Yes it’s that. It’s that and the fact that I’ve realized that I haven’t heard from Louis in two years and he’s probably dead. Maybe he was alone with no one to comfort him, maybe the Germans killed him. And if I lose you too…I feel like I could be sick just thinking about it.”

“You don’t know that. You mustn’t lose faith.” There was no way of knowing what had become of Captain Renault, but he did hope, for Josephine’s sake as well as his own, that he was alright. For whatever reason, he hadn’t pursued the plane on which he’d escaped from Casablanca, and he was grateful. “You’ll never lose me. The Nazis have given me their worst and I’m still standing–and I have every intention of coming back to you.”

“What else am I supposed to think? I know my Louis, He’d do whatever it takes to get word to me, he used to write me every other day. He means everything to me Victor...” Josephine was never one for tears, but she found herself awfully close to them, and tried to look in the other direction. “You’re so brave, and here I am losing all my courage.”

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Sick Starter Sentences...

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“You’re so pale…”

“You’re sick, admit it!”

“I think you should sit down.”

“Bathroom, now.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“You’ve got a fever!”

“Why are your hands so sweaty?”

“Are you shivering?”

“Hey, I got you…”

“We have to sweat the fever out of you.”

“You have to eat something.”

“I made you some chicken soup.”

“You’re gonna crash.”

“Cover your mouth when you cough!”

“Have you slept at all lately?”

“Hey, Rudolph.” 

“Did you just cough– blood?”

“I think we should take you to see a doctor.”

“Can you at least vomit with the door closed?”

“Here, take your medicine.”

“Is there anything I can get from you.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You can barely stand!”

“Go home and get some rest.”

“How long have you been sick?”

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“And I always will worry, because I love you. It’s silly to think I wouldn’t.” Victor set down his fork and knife and studied her face. “It’s because I’m going back to the front tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Yes it’s that. It’s that and the fact that I’ve realized that I haven’t heard from Louis in two years and he’s probably dead. Maybe he was alone with no one to comfort him, maybe the Germans killed him. And if I lose you too...I feel like I could be sick just thinking about it.”

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howlblack:

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“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” - greatcxurage

“Nothing’s going on, as you put it, I’m just not hungry. I’ve told you a thousand times Victor, there’s never any reason to worry about me.”

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greatcxurage:

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“You have confidence in your decision. I don’t, but I trust you more than anything, so I support you.” The news about Ilsa didn’t surprise her, she had suspected something along those lines for quite some time.

“Do you have any plans if the divorce goes through?” Josephine asked, reaching for the glass of wine that she had set on the table shortly before their conversation had started. “It might be good to have them, so you can tell Ilsa plainly and simply what you’re going to do. It might make it easier for her to agree.”

He kissed her hand and smiled. “Thank you. That means more to me than I can ever say.” He loved her, so having her support gave him the strength that he felt he lacked. For so long he had relied on llsa’s support. Now that it was no longer there, having Jo’s trust and loyalty had helped him in ways that she never had been capable.

“I do in fact, but they are not set in stone.” He watched as she took up her wineglass again, and paused. “I’m not asking right away, and of course I’d wait as long as you need, but…” He couldn’t help but think of when he had proposed to Ilsa–it had come much easier, although he’d worried himself sick in the moments leading up to it. It had been planned to a t, and this was spontaneous. “What I’m trying to say is, I’d like to marry you.”

“I want you to be happy,” she whispered, returning the smile as he kissed her heand. But it soon went away as she thought of how many things could go wrong, and the question that she knew was coming. If Josephine could have frozen time in that moment to keep things the way they had been, she would have.

“I was afraid you were going to ask me that,” she said after he finished speaking. “And it’s frightened me, because I don’t know if I can ever make you understand. I don’t want to be married. Not to you, and not to anyone else. I love us the way we are now. I love our spontaneity, our excitement. I don’t believe we’d keep that if we were always by each other’s side. I don’t think I’d feel independent anymore either, and that frightens me too.”

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angstmemes:

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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“Don’t bring us into it Victor. Don’t bring me into it. If you make this decision, it’s because you’re unhappy, or she is. I refuse to be the reason for anyone’s divorce.” Jo hadn’t meant to become angry with him, but she knew what he would ask soon enough, and she was dreading it. 

“I know you were probably expecting me to be jumping for joy, but I’m just as confused about this as you are, I can’t help but be worried for you, and for your children, and even for her.”

“We both are, and have been, for some time.” Her answer surprised him, and he shook his head. “You wouldn’t be the reason at all. You see, Ilsa is in love with someone else. She has been ever since I was in the concentration camp. I forgave her long ago, and tried to push it aside for the sake of our marriage, but it was no good. I had given up on things getting any better before I enlisted.”

He had expected a more favorable reaction, but he didn’t say as much. “It was unfair of me to bring us into this–you’re right. My marriage was a failure before we even met. I’m doing this because I’m selfish, and I had forgotten what it was to be happy. I didn’t think I could ever be happy again, but I know that I can now.” Victor explained softly. “Ilsa will see the divorce as freedom to go back to the man she loves. The children won’t understand at first–how could they? But I’m going to make sure that they won’t suffer for it. Everything might not be the way it was before, which was never perfect to begin with, but they’ll always have their father.”

“You have confidence in your decision. I don’t, but I trust you more than anything, so I support you.” The news about Ilsa didn’t surprise her, she had suspected something along those lines for quite some time.

“Do you have any plans if the divorce goes through?” Josephine asked, reaching for the glass of wine that she had set on the table shortly before their conversation had started. “It might be good to have them, so you can tell Ilsa plainly and simply what you’re going to do. It might make it easier for her to agree.”

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“I’d still be able to see them; I’m sure of it. It wouldn’t be like that–it isn’t like that–between Ilsa and me. She’d understand.” Victor answered calmly. “I would make every effort to be in their lives–some other families have managed to do it. I see no reason why I couldn’t.” It had taken him considerable time and thought to come to this decision, but as soon as he had uttered the words, they seemed to give him a burst of courage.

“No one will get hurt. I don’t think the children would be better off with Ilsa and I pretending to love each other when the truth clearly isn’t the case. And I know it wouldn’t do either of us any good either. I can’t go back to her, Jo.”

“Don’t bring us into it Victor. Don’t bring me into it. If you make this decision, it’s because you’re unhappy, or she is. I refuse to be the reason for anyone’s divorce.” Jo hadn’t meant to become angry with him, but she knew what he would ask soon enough, and she was dreading it. 

“I know you were probably expecting me to be jumping for joy, but I’m just as confused about this as you are, I can’t help but be worried for you, and for your children, and even for her.”

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"I'm going to ask Ilsa for a divorce." - greatcxurage oOPS

“Don’t. Think about your children, suppose you lose them? Most courts agree that a child should stay with its mother.” The words were her way of covering up her shock, she hadn’t exactly wanted to hear that. 

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

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Olivia de Havilland & Bette Davis study the script of Hush…Hush, Sweet Charlotte (1964)

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“Two weeks? Just enough time for me to drive you crazy,” she teased with a laugh. “How is everything in America?”

Victor chuckled at that. “Yes, of course, I’m mad when I’m with you and mad when I’m apart from you. America is the same. The children are doing well—the youngest is about to start school.”

“I guess that just proves that you’re in love with me.” She linked her arm through his and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Already? My, time passes fast. How’s your wife?”