Dr. Henry Morgan

Captivum Aeternitatis. Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves, and I m m o r t a l i t y.    + Indie, HIGHLY Selective Henry Morgan ( ABC's FOREVER ) + Established: 10 / 2014 + Revamped: 07 / 2019 Adored By: Smeagol     #Sempitcrnalis

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❝ -- I hear you and Abraham found yourselves engaged in a rather, intense conversation this afternoon. ❞ Her lips pursed ever so slightly, despite the fact she'd drawn closer still to his side. ❝ He wasn't exactly forthcoming with its intricacies and sordid details.. but I trust the two of you made it through relatively unscathed. ❞ Relatively was the key term: Gavril was rather quiet, his mind seemingly elsewhere. ❝ Or am I mistaken? ❞ -- True, he had proven himself to be a man of very few words - as most of the men in their family were - but there was something about his silence in that moment that seemed.. heavy, and he didn't appear to be enjoying their leisurely evening stroll too terribly much at all. ( Was he truly so upset? Or merely lost in thought? Sometimes it was impossible to tell. ) ❝ Would you rather we turn back now? ❞ Perhaps a cup of tea would be more appreciated, indeed more helpful?

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Keira Knightley in The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

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“Qué pasa? Are you going to return me to the Spainish store? I do no’ t’ink you will get a full refund for me.”

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❝ Oh, I do wish you wouldn't immediately turn to that remark each and every time you decide to tease me, darling. It's unappreciated, and you know better. And as for my tea? Why yes, yes I am enjoying it. Immensely. ❞

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“Are you en’yoying your leaf juice, mi amor?”

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Keira Knightley in A Dangerous Method (2011) dir. David Cronenberg

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Keira Knightley in A Dangerous Method (2011) dir. David Cronenberg

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It was one of the rare days where everyone was either working or visiting the Romanian embassy and everyone was within a few rooms of each other when Gavril was told Helena and Abraham were asking to see him and their grandfather.

“Good Gods of course they can see me.” The older Vladimir said as he rolled his eyes when the poor kid the front end sent in to ask had to do it. “And take a breath my young friend, you’re being tested by your commanding officers.”

“Grandfather is harmless.” Gavril said with a smile as he went out to get his wife and  son. “Hello.” He kissed both of them before seeing the fear on Helena’s face. “Beth sy'n bod ar fy nghariad?”

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❛ Mom, ❜ Abe rested what he hoped was a reassuring hand on Helena's shoulder after the poor, traumatized kid had scurried out from behind the desk. ❛ You're okay. So is the baby. Or babies? However many are in there, they're okay. Everything's gonna be just fine. ❜ ( Or at least they would be if she could just calm down. Just this morning alone she'd already fainted twice, had had a panic attack and had damn near caused HIM to have one. And judging by the look on her face and the way she was trembling - visibly shaking.. nothing was getting any better. ) ❝ -- I just... I need.. I need to be certain. ❞ She stammered, running her hands over her stomach. ❝ If I'm being foolish, I'll apologize for wasting their time. ❞ ❛ Geeze, c'mon Mom. You know better than that. ❜ If his eyes could've rolled any harder, they might have rolled right out of his skull and off into oblivion. He'd been a split-second away from saying something else when the door opened and Gavril - just the guy she needed - came out. ( His timing was nothing short of immaculate. ) ❛ I'm pretty sure she mentioned something about feeling a baby move. ❜ Abe answered for Helena, if only to keep her from bursting into another fit of hysterics right out in the open. ( She'd never forgive herself for that, and the LAST thing she needed right now was to be beating herself up for something so trivial. ) ❛ She's uh, had a pretty rough morning. ❜ He added with a frown.

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“Anadlwch fy nghariad.” Gavril had whispered softly when his wife stopped in her tracks and leaned into him more. “Ac o'r hyn rydw i'n cofio ei glywed dwi'n meddwl eu bod nhw'n cael eu diffyg amynedd gan eu brawd hŷn.” He let their grandfather take her since he could feel that she needed their shared ancestor’s quiet strength in that moment than him whispering things she clearly knew to do, and helped his cousin Vladimir make ready the bed. “Pwyllog ar fy merch.” The Sarmatian/Celt knight whispered as he gently rubbed Helena’s back and then kissed the side of her head as he guided one of her hands to her belly. “They’re alive my girl I know you don’t have much faith in yourself so allow me to have the faith for you.” “Bed it is sweet girl.” Artur said before getting onto the bed and positioning himself at its head. “Your pillow awaits.” Gavril got on the bed right after Artur and very carefully helped his wife into bed with the help of Vladimir and Lada, “You’re so beautiful iubirea mea.” He said with a smile as he carefully laid down with his wife against their uncle while Vladimir started an IV and their grandfather checked the position of the babies. “Everything is as it should be merch fach.” The older man said with a smile after he felt around Helena’s belly before taking a fetal doppler from Vladimir, “Hello little one.” He said with a smile when the sound of a baby’s heart rate filled the room. “There’s baby A, now lets see how baby B is getting on.” “That sound never gets old.” Lada said with a smile as she and her husband made themselves comfortable across the room. “Get rest while you can sweetheart.” The older Vladimir said as he got on the bed with Helena and Gavril. “And just tell Gavril and I whatever you need. We’re right here with you and we’re not going to leave you no matter what.”

Despite her knowledge, both as a Medical professional and a woman that had given birth before, his supportive whispers had been greatly appreciated; it was growing increasingly difficult to be clinical and precise in her every action when every nerve-ending in her body had been set ablaze with pain.. honestly, had he not reminded her to do so, she might very well have forgotten to breathe because she hurt so much. And as for his musings about where their little ones had inherited their impatience from... he seemed to have a point there. It would come as no surprise to her if they were indeed heavily under Abraham's influence already. Breathless; gasping violently as yet another contraction tore mercilessly through her abdomen - this one so intense it had caused her knees to buckle, all she could do was nod as their grandfather pressed her hand against her stomach. -- She could feel them. Their desperation to be born was apparent, and though that comforted her in the moment, there was still the crippling fear that something could go wrong gnawing at the back of her racing, pain-addled mind. But, she trusted him. With their lives. With hers.. She trusted him, and what little faith she could muster was placed in the knowledge that he, of all people, could save them - that he would save them if things went awry, no matter the consequences for her. ❝ Th-Thank you, ❞ She managed to stammer out once more, her voice cracked and trembling audibly, after a few moments spent with her head bowed and her teeth grinding viciously through the pain. So much of her energy had already been spent it was nothing short of miraculous that she had been able to assist Gavril, Vladimir and Lada in getting herself into bed at all. The contraction had yet to subside, making it infinitely more difficult for her to move, but they'd managed it sans too terribly much difficulty. Oh, and she was almost deliriously happy to feel the mattress against her rigid back, and the soft warmth of their uncle's fur as she lay her head down carefully on his side. But, most importantly, Gavril was there. He was very much alive, and safe, and real, and close... Should her grasp on reality begin to slip, all she'd need do was touch him to remind herself that she hadn't dreamt him. All she'd need do was breathe in his scent to keep herself grounded. -- But she did wish that she could curl herself up tightly against him and bury her face in his chest. At the moment, all she could manage was turning her head to hide her face in the column of his neck and close her eyes, allowing his pulse throbbing softly, steadily against the bridge of her nose to lull her into a slightly calmer state. ❝ I must look an awful fright, ❞ She murmured in gentle jest as the spasm that had lain siege to her abdominal muscles ceased at last. ❝ but I do appreciate the flattery. ❞ ❛ Everything is as it should be. ❜ A sigh comprised of equal parts exhaustion and marrow-deep relief spilled from her lips as the bed shifted slightly. ❝ They're almost here. They're almost truly ours. ❞ She murmured against Gavril's neck, easing one of her hands under his own and lacing her trembling fingers through his. ❝ You're going to be an incredible father, my love. ❞

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Keira Knightley in The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

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❝ You can’t get rid of me over ‘de tea t’ing, ‘Enry. We’re married. You need lawyers to get rid of me now an’ besides, I burned our marriage certificate an’ ‘dey don’ accept returns wit’out receipts. ❞

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❝ I'm only interested in getting rid of those, bloody abominations you call ❝ tea bags ❞. -- Wait just one moment, surely you're NOT serious about our marriage liscense... ❞

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behind the scenes for harper’s bazaar

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The soldier then got up before going around to Helena’s side, gently helping her to her feet and slowly out to the living room where their grandfather had set up the portable bed he had flown in. He used to largely live in a multi roomed tent when living with and advising many a royal court and the bed was built to support his back and large enough to hold several adults and Artur’s bear form, “Nice and slow love.” Llywelyn said before smiling softly when a knock came on the main door and the group of beings they were expecting slipped in quietly with medical bags and such in tow. “Dyma ni, ferch fach.” The older Vladimir said with a calming smile as he went over and taking his granddaughter into his arms while Vladimir and Lada helped Gavril get pillows, blankets and a few pads down. “Don’t worry about being the strong one merch fach we’re all here for you, Gavril and the babies and I promise Vladimir and I will do what is needed. Vlad is helping me heartbeats and the like and everything is perfect.” “And you have me my luv.” Lada said with a smile as she joined the two and gently added to the hug. “So let’s get you as comfortable as possible and see if your twins will share a birthday with your grandfather and many of his lookalikes.” “Would you like to settle in with me and Gavril or move about my dear?” Artur asked as he came over and offered his furry head.

❝ -- Slow, darling, is the only speed I have at the moment. ❞ She huffed softly, a dark brow arching faintly as she wound one arm carefully around Gavril's waist to steady herself as she waddled along at his side - her swollen, aching feet more than just a touch uncertain. ❝ And that doesn't seem to suit our children at all, ❞ She added a moment later, pausing in mid-stride as another contraction tore through her abdomen - this one so severe she most certainly would NOT have been able to stay on her feet if Gavril hadn't been right there. ❝ Hello, Grandfather. ❞ She greeted their elder quietly, indeed breathlessly as she allowed her arm to fall from Gavril's waist to return his embrace. ❝ Just in time, ❞ She murmured through clenched teeth, then took a moment to bow her head and close her eyes - squeezing them shut as tightly as their lids could stand as she listened and nodded gratefully. She appreciated his comforting words and assurances, despite her mounting terror. ❝ Thank you, ❞ It took time, but she was finally able to lift her head and pry her eyes open, ignoring the tears that had collected on her lashes, or managed to slip from the corners of her eyes. ❝ And thank you, ❞ She added, turning briefly to Lada and offering her a tight, pained smile before reaching out to push her trembling fingers through their uncle's thick, warm fur. ❝ -- I should like to lie down. I, don't think I feel up to doing anymore walking. ❞ Not only that, she'd hate for her water to break while she was on her feet..

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Gavril would be forever grateful to their grandfather and their cousin Vladimir for adjusting his schedule and covering for him so that his main focus could be on his wife and their unborn children but it had been a very rare day where the Romanian/Welsh solider found himself running around hard enough that when he got in that evening he was sore and exhausted. That being said though Lewellyn was still an extremely light sleeper just like every other family with a military background and it only took hearing the change in how Helena said his name for the redhead younger man to open his eyes, “A yw'n bryd fy nghariad?” He asked as he switched on the light on his side of the bed as he sat up. She of course didn’t have to say anything considering terror was clearly written on her face. “Anadlu.” Gavril carefully slid over and took her hands as he moved to hold her. “And when you’re ready I’ll get you settled in the living room as planned because I’m sure our grandfather will be in with uncle Artur and Vlad in a few minutes.”

The tips of her teeth sank viciously into her lower lip - deeply enough to cause tiny beads of blood to bubble up around them - as she rode out the entirety of the contraction to the best of her ability. It was only when her abdominal muscles unclenched completely that she pulled her teeth from her lip and drew in the deepest breath she could manage before nodding. ❝ -- Soon, ❞ She gasped, leaning forward to bury her face in Gavril's neck for a moment - closing her eyes and squeezing them shut as tightly as their lids could stand. ❝ We, should go.. now. ❞ There was still time to move before the frequency of her contractions would make it impossible for her to walk, and her water had yet to break.. so there was no time quite like the present, in spite of the pain and the fear. ( Perhaps if she took a somewhat clinical approach to her thought processes she'd be better able to cope. She might even be able to make this easier on poor Gavril, who's nervousness would surely be mounting soon enough.. ) ❝ I can walk, ❞

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She should be sleeping. And, as she carded her fingers lovingly through Gavril's slightly bed-touseled hair, she wished she could sleep. She wished she could stretch out next to him and join him in slumber... but knew well that doing so was impossible now, for countless reasons. ( Not the least of which was the fact she could no longer breathe if she dared to lie down flat - or if she were to actually lie down at all, for that matter. ) -- Instead, she chose to watch him as he slept. To take comfort in the fact that he was there with her, and resting peacefully enough. Tilting her head back to rest against one of the m a n y pillows currently propping her up, she turned her gaze toward the window and gave a soft sigh as she stilled her fingers - slipping them out of Gavril's hair in favour of curling them and brushing their backs gently over his cheek. ❛ How odd, ❜ she mused to herself, a dark brow quirking faintly as she realized this was probably the closest she'd come to being comfortable in, well, months. Even the children seemed eerily calm; there was none of the usual squirming going on. No little feet hammering away at her insides... That was until a sharp, searing pain laid siege to her lower back without warning and her fingers curled into an agonizingly tight fist as her hand fell to the bed between them. That pain radiated from her lower back to her abdomen, culminating cramping so severe her other hand shot up to cover her mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle the pained gasp that threatened to shatter the tranquil silence that had settled over their bedroom. ( That was NOT how she wanted to wake him; she'd rather he didn't panic. ) But wake him she must; she knew her body. Having given birth once before, she knew what this pain meant: the contractions would begin in earnest soon. The pain would be unbearable, and she would no longer be able to think properly - even though she w a s a Doctor. ❝ -- Gavril, ❞ She murmured after allowing her hand to fall away from her mouth. ❝ darling, I.. ❞ The initial contraction seized her abdomen violently, ripping the air from her lungs as it pulled her muscles alarmingly taut much sooner than she'd anticipated, and cutting her off completely before she could finish. ❝ Gavril, ❞ His name escaped through her clenched teeth on a loud, pitched hiss. ❝ I need you. ❞

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Sonnet 14 by William Shakespeare (read by Ioan Gruffudd)

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find:

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;

  Or else of thee this I prognosticate:   Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.