fashioned for love

"The Gods have fashioned us for love, and that is our greatest glory. And our greatest tragedy.”-George R. R. Martin. English teacher, older sister, poisoner. [RP blog for thecrowns-rp.tumblr.com group.]

[opheliaswanson]

From top to bottom:

Ophelia's father, Arthur (FC: Paul Newman)

Ophelia's mother, Poppy (FC: Jayne Mansfield)

Ophelia's little sister, Autumn, if she had lived (FC: Twiggy)

[spenceralexsmith]

His fingers strummed alongside of his leatherback journal as he sucked in his breaths carefully, contemplating his every pen stroke. The words became so lost between his mind and his pen that the only progression he seemed to be making was with the precision of scribbling small black circles onto his clean paper. At that moment, a slight clamor echoed through the  library. The boy’s nerves immediately heightened as he jerked his head to see what the noise could’ve been, especially at such a late hour. A sinking feeling that he was not in fact alone now slithered across his spine. He slowly wrapped his fingers over the handle of his gun, looking around.

"Hello?"

[opheliaswanson]

Ophelia timidly poked her head from behind a book shelf. "Um, hi." She smiled nervously. "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

[opheliaswanson]

"Is there a record store around here?"

[axelxcobalt]

"As long as you stay indoors, you should be fine."

[opheliaswanson]

"At least then I'll have an excuse to stay inside, a woman's hair is her crowning glory and all that."

[axelxcobalt]

I think Noble is messing with the weather again. Yesterday, completely clear. Today, a storm is rolling in.

[opheliaswanson]

"I just hope it doesn't mess with my hair. God knows I've spent too much time on it for it to be ruined."