unbound.

she ℬurns too { bright } for this world.                      -------half SAVAGE & HARDY & FREE.

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muse a was a soldier - he defended the country, he trained incoming boys and girls to fight like men; taught them to fight with brutality and relentless force. muse b was a gentle spirit - a kindergarten teacher by day and a piano instructor on the weekends; she was the very image of grace and tenderness. when muse a was badly injured in a bombing at the front lines, he returns home to find a requirement that he partake in piano lessons, which will help with both is mental acuity and hand-eye coordination. Resentful at first, he attends lessons grudgingly, but there’s something about this piano teacher - there’s something about this woman that rattles his steel heart.

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                                                    -catherine earnshaw-                                                        -catherine linton-                                                     -catherine heathcliff-

                                                  LET ME IN.

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Don’t leave me in the abyss where i cannot find you..

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melissalodu:

Cathy and Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. Done in photoshop.

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«You said I’d killed you, haunt me then. Be with me always. Take any form. Drive me mad but don’t leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life, I cannot live without my soul…»

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[ FAVORITE FILMS MEME ] 23 out of ∞

Wuthering Heights (2009 TV)

”You said I’d killed you… Haunt me then… Be with me always… Take any form, drive me mad but don’t leave me. In this abyss where I cannot find you… I cannot live without my life, I cannot live without my soul…”

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tcmhardy:

heathcliff says nothing to her. his eyes are as enigmatic as his countenance, dark and brooding and pensive like the rest of his lumbering form, looming above her. he’s this great beast and she’s the babe in the woods, with her soft skin and delicate touch, but he knows no matter how she changes, in dress or appearance or speech, that their love was an unstoppable force. even if she were to turn away and leave him until they were both dead, their souls were intertwined and they had been the day he laid eyes on her.

forcefully, he pressed a kissed to her lips, the broad hand on her chin having moved to the side of her neck, but as soon as this passionate kiss was placed, he pulled back all the same, lingering close as he spoke next, his voice low near her lips. ❛i am cursed to love you, cathy earnshaw. cursed as i am this gypsy blood running through my veins, cursed as i am to hate the man i once called brother. nothing you or i can do will ever change that.❜

his grip on her neck suddenly pulled her forward, closer to him. ❛but do not take me for a fool. my soul might as well be damned to hell, because i could sooner be there than with you. your mind speaks louder than your heart, and until that changes, you won’t be seen with me. do not taunt me with your love.❜

in his eyes, cathy can see memories swimming in spite of the dark irises that shout defiance & ferocity at the rest of the world. try as he might, he cannot stop her from seeing his emotions plain as daylight on the moors. those eyes, so dim and defensive, cathy sees light in. she may have commented then, on the lucidness of them, but she was stupefied in place at the assault of heathcliff's lips on her own.

hands glide helplessly into his dark locks, her nimble digits curling into him like a claim. perhaps, in fact, it is one. she exhales steadily when they part, and her lips chase after his when they're abandoned. but they do not reach him; instead staying pursed, rounded eyes flicking between his own as he speaks. 

in the presence of such a brute act, any other mistress may have flinched, gasped, dropped their jaw in a manner so appalled. catherine, jaw tightened with the haughty, stubborn nature of a lioness, stood taller.

                            ❛ is it not enough to be with you now ?                    I will not attend dinner. I'll tell them I am otherwise                    engaged. I'll be with you tonight - won't y' accept                    such a thing? If you'll not allow me to stay, I'll do                  so without your consent. I should believe the lintons                             can manage without me this evening. ❜

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tcmhardy:

heathcliff was as stubborn as she, and it was certainly not the first time the gypsy boy was likened to a mule or an ox. he formed opinions and he settled on them; there was little that swayed him, and once he was sure of himself, he was certain.

and certain he was that cathy earnshaw was no longer his lovely little wildling, though no matter how she changed in personality or appearance or status, he was also certain that he loved her. his love for her ran deeper than his own blood, realer than his own flesh, and truer than anything he’d ever known. he loved cathy, but the moment he saw her with that dreadful edgar linton, he knew she was no longer his.

her kisses stop his work, but although he sets down his pitching fork, he turns his head slightly, letting out a slow, forced breath from his nose. suddenly, he took a hold of her chin in a way that was harsh, but not necessarily painful; just enough to force her to stop kissing him and meet his gaze. 

❛…then don’t be one.❜

his face is close to hers, his eyes watching her steadily, and his gaze, although for a moment loving, becomes scrutinizing. ❛but i could as soon ask you to change the gypsy blood that runs through my veins, or that of a lady which runs through yours.❜

it's the grasp heathcliff has on her that causes her to draw in a breath. not the literal grasp, the hand stern on her jaw, but the hold he's had to her since they were children. the look in his eye - the warmth when they stand so close as they do now.

and she's in far too deep to be pulled out or away. there isn't any escaping the way she feels -- - the way she'll always feel. for all eternity, she will never belong to anyone the way she belongs to heathcliff. steady and certain and unchanging, she raises a hand to hold his wrist where it is, eager to lean into his touch as if it's a caress and nothing beneath such.

            ❛ you could sooner ask me to stop loving you. I never could,                     my love, d' you see? a few weeks at the grange & finer frocks            & edgar linton's company haven't stopped my heart, and until            something does, do not be a stranger to me. I love you ------- ❜

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tcmhardy:

her dainty hand on his arm makes him stop, but the spot where their skin touched only mocked him. cathy with her delicate, milky fingers, a stark contrast to his own dark skin, worn hard from years of labour. they even look different now. her caste ran deep as her blood—and so did his. 

❛are you asking my opinion?❜ he asked, looking down at her. his tone was almost jovial but he couldn’t masque his blatant annoyance, not even in countenance. his eyes stayed on hers a long moment before he pulled away from her grasp and lugged over the pitching fork to one of the horse’s stalls. ❛go, and eat, as women of your status are expected to do. we shouldn’t undo all of mr edgar linton’s hard work, now, shall we?❜

he disregards her entirely, then, beginning to shovel filthy clumps of hay. ❛besides, you wouldn’t want to get your dress dirty. surely it is worth more than your time spent here.❜

the aggravation in his eye is plain as day - and it's met with cathy's own as the contact is broken. assumptions are poisonous, and the ferocity that runs deep in catherine has not been drained from simply five weeks at thrushcross grange. how could he accuse her of such a thing? of caring less for him now?

              stubborn and brash and too headstrong to listen, she follows                        heathcliff with crossed arms and pursed, red lips.

❛ so I'm the work of mr. linton, am I? ❜

and, impatience growing terribly strong, she takes his arm in her hand once again and stands taller to press desperate kisses to his cheek, the stubbled gruff of his jaw  i r r e s i s t a b l e  ; familiar beneath her lips.

                        ❛ I beg of you, don't treat me like a stranger. ❜                    

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heathclxff:

     ❝It’s not you that I questioned,            my dearest Cathy.❞

                      A smile reserved only for his love danced                       across his lips as he watched her foot brush                       against his shin. The temptation to use it to pull                       her close was great, but he fought it off — for now,                       fingers dancing up her leg instead. His gaze flickered                       up to meet hers, warm as the fire they now sat in front of.

   ❝I’m surprised you haven’t yet left        for the stores yet. Isn’t this usually        when you prefer to get your shopping        done?❞

                      His hand finds hers, gently lacing their fingers                       together. His thumb caressed the back of her                       hand, leaning forward so that he may be closer                       to her.

❝ 'suppose. ❞

             the reply is quick and fleeting - brushed off along with                          the thought of leaving the warmth of heathcliff simply              to traverse the stores for christmas shopping. even for              an hour or two, the thought is unbearable as she sits &              admires him. he's beautiful, she thinks, and her smile              reflects it as she pushes off from her cushion opposite              him and burrows into his side.

             ❝  but I'd much rather stay here with you. shoppin'                  can wait - you, love, prob'ly couldn't. ❞

it's teasing & sly, what she says, and she tops it off with a mischievous grin for good measure & a kiss to his jaw.

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tcmhardy:

❛no, my love, but it is important to you, is it not?❜ he can’t be arsed to spare her a passing glance, as if hindley’s chores hold all the importance in the world. ❛this new cathy, with her frocks and her petticoats and her curls. oh no, this new cathy can’t trifle herself with matters of a mere stable boy.❜

he throws the last sack atop the pile and stretches his sturdy, broad arms above his head. the sweat of a long day’s work sticks to his bare back, but there is still much more to do. he traverses the stables without so much as a blink in his lover’s direction, pulling a pitching fork from the wall. ❛haven’t you a dinner to attend, my love?❜

there's an ignited flare in her eyes at the lack of address from her lover, the stubborn fire that warms her skin and tints it red with subtle irritation.                    [ half savage & hardy & free. ]

             ❛ there is no new cathy or old cathy for you to dwell on,                 my love. there's only us, and this cathy, and yourself. ❜

moving briskly, she meets heathcliff at the wall and catches his arm so gently in her now delicate hand -- white and cleanly from the simple indoors. 

    ❛ I will not go to dinner, if you would rather me here with you. ❜

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veinsofwar:

                                      ❝ just because romance is                        your niche, cathy, does not make it mine. ❞                      her tone is soft, though, fond and perhaps a                              little bit worried. cathy would, of course,                       be the only one daring enough to talk about                                                 actual romance with peggy.                                   ❝ ––––––––––there is much to lose. ❞

         ❝ while it does qualify as a particular fondness o'mine,              I'd never quite say it's an expertise of m' own, peg. ❞

no one with their head screwed on would place cathy in a list of best romantic professionals of the centr'y. and still, she'd never allow ms. carter to sit and believe that trusting in love was ever so -- DANGEROUS.

                      ❝ not so much. not really. d'you really think he                          wouldn't still adore you one way or another ? ❞

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So I just came across some photos from the Minnesota Opera’s production of Wuthering Heights.  Simply fantastic, simple but wonderfully effective set design by Neil Patel

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  ❝ I'm not goin' anywhere without you for the holidays, my love. I was certain you'd know that. ❞

                        delicate feet are wrapped warmly; snug inside                                               woolen socks so expertly prepared for winter.                         and as little toes curl against the gentle fabric                         to brush upon the shins of her dearest love, a                       tilt of catherine's head leaves her utterly encased                             in the warmth, that so rarely, is heathcliff.

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volxtus:

          ❝And I imagine you’re her?                   ——-Catherine, correct?❞                                    A curt nod of the head                                    is given, extending his                                    hand for her.

        ❝It’s nice to finally meet you.❞ 

❝ 'n you, Mr. Grayson. ❞

           she offers him a warm smile, cordial and kind,            though the spark in her eye is easy to read.            --- - she'd rather be anywhere else.

           ❝ d'you know - I've been t' nine of these             and this is the first I've ever seen you ? ❞

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                  he's more {myself} than I am.                   whatever our souls are made of, -----------------------------нɪs and ᴍɪɴᴇ are the SAME.