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WHAT A PIECE OF WORK IS MAN

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Bernard Herrmann - North By Northwest: Main Title.

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EDITS OF SEBASTIAN

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from @greenelight: " it's you. it will only ever be you. i'm yours and you're mine. that's how it'll be forever."

BLUE EYES MELT ON THE HEAT OF HIS HEART'S FLAME and pour into mason greene's startling hazel gaze . each piece of himself comes apart , shedding skin , removing the sharp-edged ends , the battered remains , the scars , the wounds , the broken remnants of a brutalized figure now deeply , incomprehensibly in love . they're post-passion , post-incense , post-languishing in one another's arms , and now mason comes to their shadowed silence with confessions , with love . IT'S YOU , he declares , throat sore , voice croaking , and sebastian can tell he means every single word he says . there's a weight . there's an intensity . THERE'S A FIRE , AND IT'S THE ONLY TYPE OF SCORCHING FLAME SEBASTIAN ISN'T SCARED OF . it will only ever be you . sebastian's eyes start to sting . i'm yours and you're mine . the truth . he scoots a little higher against mason's chest , and the tips of their noses brush . that's how it'll be forever . ❝ you do this every time , ❞ he tries to say , attempting to hide the tears that spring in his eyes . ❝ every time we make love , you go soft on me . you . . . ❞ no , this isn't a good direction to take . humor isn't appropriate at a moment like this , while mason confesses the most profound , beautiful , intensely romantic truths right from his heart . sebastian swats at his eyes , sets his chin on mason's chest , and reaches to cradle his cheek . ❝ it's been you for years . it's always been you . I WAS MADE WITH YOU IN MIND . i was wandering the earth as i waited for you to find me . you found me . it was always . . . always just a glance away . ever since that night . . . we've been together . ❞ nose rubs are given with plentiful abundance . ❝ it turned out so right for us . my stranger in the night . ❞ a soft kiss . his cheeks shine in the slivers of moonlight from the nearby window . ❝ my other half . the other slice of my soul — my soulmate , my everything . YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY MASON . you always have been . ❞

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“I barely fit inside myself.”

— The Complete Stories, ‘Brasilia’ by Clarice Lispector tr. Katrina Dodson

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"Une Femme Mariée"

Jean-Luc Godard, 1964

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— @gunbash: ❛ i could see the fear in your eyes, but i didn’t know how to help. ❜ // ❝    I  didn’t  ask  for  your  help.    ❞  She  is  the  snapping  of  a  bloody  maw,    sharp  teeth,    sharper  tongue.    She  is  the  result  of  poison,    the  promise  of  more  from  an  invasive  species  looking  to  snuff  everything  else  out.    Sebastian  holds  out  this  lifeline  and,    if  she  was  smart,    she  would  take  it.    If  she  was  unharmed,    she  would  cling  to  it.    But  the  thing  about  poison  is  that  it  spreads  as  far  as  it  can  reach  without  care,    without  remedy.    And  she  has  gone  all  her  life  without  aid.    ❝    And  I  am  not  afraid.    Are  you?    Don’t  project  your  insecurities  onto  me,    Moran.    ❞

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IT'S ALWAYS A BATTLE WITH HER . it's always a duel , a wrestling match , blood in the water , mud on your shoes — there's never a single second of respite when it comes to dealing with nesta , and perhaps it's that very fact that keeps him in her orbit , at her will . she flexes her strengths and aggression , and sebastian keeps coming back for more . I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR HELP , she spits , and his brows furrow with focus . ❝ i know that . the day you ask for help is the day hell freezes over . ❞ spoken bluntly , honestly . while there's a matched forcefulness in his tone , there's no anger or hate . SHE'S PRESSURE , FIRE , AND BRIMSTONE , and he builds himself a shield . ❝ no more insecurities . just tell me where the wound is and i'll take care of it . not a single I TOLD YOU SO , either . i swear it , nesta . ❞

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" it feels . . . strange to be back here. " last time the pair were in solitude, things were different. they walked into an execution. tensions were at an all - time high between the stormcloaks and the imperials, something both of them desperately tried to stay out of. they weren't married yet. now, she walks proudly into solitude, hand in hand with @gunbash. someone from the blue palace trails behind them, transporting alice's most beloved harp. they must have really wanted her to come. " after my harp has been delivered, do you want to go to the winking skeever? if i recall, they had that delicious red wine that you liked. we could get a bottle and then go back to our room? "

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SEBASTIAN'S SMILE IS A MEANS OF HIDING HIS NERVES , all the anxiety creeping up the back of his neck as they walk through solitude . alice is right . IT FEELS STRANGE TO BE HERE , especially considering what they saw the first day they arrived . sure , it helps to hold alice's hand here , guide her close , scan the area for any possible threats or problems . . . but in theory they should be rather safe within these walls . that execution they saw — that was a rare event , right ? a brief happening they merely witnessed by chance ? sebastian clings to her hand a little tighter , offering his reassuring smile her way . ❝ mm . i'd like that . i do have fond memories of the pub here . ❞ practically the only positive thing from their first trip . ❝ i'm excited for you , alice . this is a big event — a huge moment , performing here . at last , you can display your talents to more than just me . ❞ he snorts . ❝ and frost . FROST LOVES TO LISTEN TO YOU PLAY . ❞ an imperial guard walks past them , and sebastian keeps his gaze trained ahead . ❝ bit weird , being back . we were quite unsettled last time . not many good memories . how do you feel ? ❞

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she'd imagined herself as cavernous. this body an emptied out hollow, dark and damp where no living thing could be kept; a coldness passed down unbroken bloodline. she is the legacy of hurting, blamed and twisted by that blame, and sometimes when she looks into the mirror she sees only her mother's silences. this warmth, the reassurance that blooms in smiles and over the kitchen table where food becomes a promise, is still new, still unexpected, and she finds herself haunting doorways in the hopes of being caught up in some imagined state where the touch of her doesn't cause frostbite. she's still learning how to believe there is a place where her heart reaches out and finds hands waiting. "nowhere else i'd rather be." and though characteristic dryness marks her tone, when she searches the words, she finds that they're entirely true, that in all her daydreams and meticulously - imagined plans, she's never come up with anywhere quite like this, never been able to get the details in quite the right colour. it's half - as - horrifying as it is freeing; the knowledge that the more she presses her bones into his palms, the less he'd have to squeeze to break them, but she's learnt that loving is an act of self - sacrifice and she's never been so fond of her body that she has stopped the hands from falling onto it. "i went shopping on wednesday, managed not to crash the car thank - you - very - much, so we should be good a couple of days at least, unless there's anything special you want? i don't mind popping back out." she wonders if he knows the weight that clings to the final six words. devotion was learnt under the marble gaze of saints who never answered reverence with anything other than silence, and though she has ripped thoughts of them from her smile, she cannot help but build cathedrals in the bones of others; she was always looking for a place to worship. maybe prayers were made for silly thoughts when standing in the doorway watching someone who crafts light where none could bloom before sort laundry. "i missed you too. the places felt bigger while you were away."

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THERE'S A VAST RELIEF in coming home to someone else's smiling face , rather than the emptiness and cold air of a silent apartment . seeing marianne there makes him smile , and all the soft reassurances she supplies helps warm him up even further . she went shopping , didn't crash the car . . . he chuckles a little at that remark in particular and rolls his eyes . she did well . HE NEVER DOUBTED HER FOR A SECOND , and still never does . ❝ lovely . i'm sure we're grand . if i have to pop into the shops a block or two away for a few extras , i don't mind . YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH — more than enough . time for me to get back into my element and help out where i can . ❞ he grants her a friendly hug as he passes , shuffling clothes into the hamper , getting himself organized and unpacked as rapidly as possible . ❝ let's order something for dinner . i don't want either of us cooking — it's such a non-cooking type of night . ❞ with his laundry started , sebastian returns to marianne's side , happy to return to her presence , reignite her smile . he's used to feigned ones from her . SEBASTIAN HOPES THESE ONES ARE REAL . ❝ figure we could put on a film . . . or you can . after we eat i'm bound to nod off on the couch , so you put on whatever you like and don't pick something based on my interests . I'LL FALL ASLEEP . guaranteed . ❞ he drags a hand over his face . ❝ christ , marianne , there was . . . the loudest screaming child two rows back from me on the flight . no sleep at all . another reason why i'd rather not cook — pretty sure i'd fall asleep standing up cutting vegetables . ❞ he gives her hand a passing squeeze as he wanders back to the kitchen . ❝ what should we order . chinese ? ❞

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sebastian: ( gets shot ) sebastian: right . what's this then

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from @ordeir: you have my thanks. / fantasy verse mayhaps?? :]

HE'S NOT EXPECTING THE GRATITUDE , so it's a surprise when it reaches his ears , settles into his mind , and warms the frigid defense of his protective heart . glancing over his shoulder , bow in hand , sebastian nods and smiles . ❝ of course . ❞ how else is he meant to respond ? he's not used to this . ❝ think they're all dead . AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU IF YOU GO RUMMAGING THROUGH THEIR THINGS . i saw nothing . ❞ sebastian steps over the handful of deceased bandits strewn about , plucking his arrows from grass and bodies alike — it's unpleasant , and he cringes , but he tries to hide it as best as he can . with the unknown woman standing behind him , casting her gaze over the remnants of battle , HE'S FORCED TO KEEP UP SOME APPEARANCES . he has to look stronger than he really is . ❝ are you heading somewhere ? ❞ he asks her gently , turning completely around to face her . ❝ there are plenty of bandits along the way — i don't know how well you can handle yourself , but if you need help . . . I'VE GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO . ❞ the faintest twitch into a smile procures a tilted shape on his lips . ❝ i'd be all right accompanying you for a while . does this normally happen ? DOES TROUBLE OFTEN FIND YOU ALONE ? that's no good . ❞

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“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

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EDITS OF SEBASTIAN

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SEBASTIAN , TACTICAL GEAR & EQUIPMENT