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Rhett Butler: You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you.
Costume designed by Walter Plunkett for Vivien Leigh in Gone With the Wind (1939)
From the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas at Austin
"If you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?"
nogxntleman:
Even the brandy coursing through his veins held little weight when compared to the lips of the woman before him. This woman who could drive him completely mad in the best ways and more often than not in the worst ways too. Moments like these were few and far between and he wouldn’t be surprised if in the next instance they’d be at each other’s throats again. So he did kiss her. A gentle though crushing kiss, brutal in it’s desire to keep her lips only calling out for his own. They belonged together and if he had to kiss her a hundred times to keep her believing that, he would.
As they so often did, her arms secured themselves around his neck, her own craning back in it's signature hold when they kissed. Once upon a time she'd never dream of kissing him so, or even allow the thought that she wanted him to kiss her cross her mind that first time they met at Two Oaks. And even a few months afterwards when she'd seen him a second time. Scarlett would have kissed Rhett if it was a means of controlling him and garnering what she wanted out of him: money. But that was not a goal anymore, she was Mrs. Rhett Butler and shared in his name and his kisses had the effect of controlling her. Sweeping her off of her feet and making her dizzy, the taste of his brandy upon her lips, and the flush of red upon her cheeks made her pull away.
"Oh--" It was such an odd feeling. Such a different fluctuation in emotions. Her hands fell to his biceps, holding him there - such strength in his arms, in his build completely it made her feel comfortable. Charles and Frank never felt like that, not even Ashley but she wouldn't admit that to herself. Steadying herself, feeling her face all heated; blushing in front of Rhett how silly. But if he was only aware of the effect so small a kiss had on her he'd understand why she was blushing.
Scarlett weeps some crocodile tears in Gone with the Wind (1939).
Oh he knew. But that look made him weak and he didn’t like being weak around her. His hands fell from her shoulders to her hands and a deep laugh burst from his lips at her words. “On the contrary, my dear,” He said, placing lingering kisses to her knuckles before he pulled her into his arms, lips but a breath away from hers. “If you thought I was a scalawag before, I’d hate to hear what you’ll call me now…”
She didn't say anything save for give him a look that was completely in agreement to what he stated. Scarlett could smell the brandy on his lips with how close they were. She wanted him to kiss her, if she leaned up a bit their lips would be touching. Rhett's kisses had a intoxicating affect on her, while she'd never admit it, she had the faintest idea he knew that already. From the first kiss; making her feel like she was falling and the second if it wasn't for his arms supporting her she'd gone weak at the knees. No one ever had kissed her like Rhett.
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"I flatter only those who I think are the prettiest peaches in Georgia." Yes, it appeared to act as a Southerner, she must invoke the inflection. Even fan away the humidity wafting over the state. "Would the boutique sell any shoes? I am afraid many of my own are in need of a good repair or place. Back home, I would dance and dance at so many parties hosted by a few belles and their husbands. Do you host any with your husband?"
Her compliments would float Scarlett's vanity all the bigger since the day of her teenaged years. The woman smiled and she nodded. "Oh of course, they carry all the needs you can imagine in the shop; dresses, undergarments, shoes, hats -- it's like a one stop shop for everything a well dressed woman could need." She nodded, beginning off in the direction of where her carriage was waiting for her. "Oh yes, not too often but we hold them enough I'd say."
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nogxntleman:
He chuckled to himself as he watched her, still wearing that skeptical expression though if you dug deep enough you would be able to see the smugness ringing through. He had counted on her reacting in such a way. “I’m sure I will—” A moment later he rose and stood directly in front of her.
"He might—if his lovely wife will take that come-hither look off her face." He replied, already moving to sweep her up into his arms. "You forget I can see right through you, Mrs. Butler."
"Oh Rhett, once upon a time you enjoyed that look, you know." She teased. Never the less, the expression fell from her face and with it a subtle smile was replaced instead. Scarlett sighed softly and fiddled with her fingers. "Don't tell me you're tiring of it already now that I'm with child, you won't dare touch me, hm?"
a brief summary of gone with the wind
everyone: stop being in love with ashley
scarlett: lol no
FAVOURITE OTPS ♥ ⌐ Scarlett & Rhett - Gone With The Wind
Here’s a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you’re a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me… once…