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the crown | scientia potentia est
This isn’t about education or intelligence. This is about integrity and principle.
She was in the window of their bedroom, watching out to wave to them as they rode past, her hairbrush in her hand. Her hair was standing out in a great curly swash round her head, and the early-morning sun caught in it like flames in a thornbush.
A Breath Of Snow And Ashes
Jamie looking up at Claire
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It isn’t Geordie. It’s me… Claire.
Outlander // Freedom & Whisky
The first time they see each other after 20 years apart … || 2.13 / 3.05
Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half-halts— though my feet do not— then hurries on, with only the echo of the thought left behind.
What if, this time, you fall?
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Quite lovely
“What’s that little candle for?” Willie asked. “Grannie says only stinking Papists burn candles in front of heathen images.“ “Well, I am a stinking Papist,” Jamie said, with a wry twist of his mouth. “It’s no a heathen image, though; it’s a statue of the Blessed Mother.” “You are?” Clearly this revelation only added to the boy’s fascination. “Why do Papists burn candles before statues, then?” Jamie rubbed a hand through his hair. “Aye, well. It’s…maybe a way of praying—and remembering. Ye light the candle, and say a prayer and think of people ye care for. And while it burns, the flame remembers them for ye.” “Who do you remember?” Willie glanced up at him. His hair was standing on end, rumpled by his earlier distress, but his blue eyes were clear with interest. “Oh, a good many people. My family in the Highlands—my sister and her family. Friends. My wife.” And sometimes the candle burned in memory of a young and reckless girl named Geneva, but he did not say that.
John’s face is my life
S3 | Ep504 | Of Lost Things
“Well, I am a stinking Papist”.
I carved this for ye. My brother Willie gave me one just like it. Ye keep it to remember me by.
Jamie + Lord John || 3.03 “All Debts Paid” + 3.04 “Of Lost Things”
What ye feel for me now, ye could have with any other man. It’s not particular. Well, love is… when you give yer heart and soul to another. And they give theirs in return. — Outlander 3.04