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@squcndereddivinity-arc
The Vicar of Dibley - favorite scenes [2/?] ↳ “No excuses this time, just wanted one last look.”
@squcndereddivinity
“Are you looking for anything specific, or do you find pleasure in browsing?” Samar walks beside Dimitri, an arm linked in his. There’s much to admire in this antique shop, but she’s cautious about touching things in a place so saturated with memory. Souvenir plates ornament a nearby wall, beads from an art deco handbag knock against a lucite purse from the 1950s. She feels a vibration in her forearms as though someone took a metal tong to her skeleton key tattoos, and looks down to see a wicker basket upon a battered mahogany dresser brimming with assorted old keys. Beside it sits a fine porcelain tea set. Some pieces are chipped and others are missing altogether, but she can see by the craftsmanship that the remaining pieces might fetch a decent sum they could put towards New Haven’s expenses. She inclines her head towards the set and taps his arm gently. “How about this one?”
“ --- Definitely browsing ...” There was something to be said for having a plan, sure. He lived his life with as much of a plan as possible, it was something you needed when people depended on you in any capacity. It was something he’d learned relatively fast, stability offered comfort, and the like. But some things were better with surprises. Antiquing, especially. And while he’s sure there’s a joke in there somewhere about his spontaneity being limited to shopping for ancient rocking chairs, he finds it all to be a simple, dependable form of stress relief. And sometimes quite exciting. He lets her lead, happy, honestly, just to have her arm in his -- and she hadn’t let him walk into the edge of a table yet, which was more of a bonus than he could say. He’d ended up with more bruises that way than he’d ever care to admit. “Hm --” Eyebrows raise, as she taps his arm, and his gaze easily follows her direction. “Oh.” He always feels somewhat oversized whenever he picks up tea cups, but he knows -- well enough, how to be gentle. “ -- You know, they sell these cups on their own for $50.00, sometimes ...”
He sits with the cup of tea warming his hands, staring down at the steam rising from it. Jack isn’t really sure what to expect, but he keeps his back to the wall and remains hyper aware of every little sound. It’s quiet in the house, at least — everyone has gone to bed now that the chaos that was his arrival has died down. After some hesitation, he lifts the mug to his lips and takes a cautious sip. It’s good. Sweet. Doesn’t taste like poison, so that’s… good.
His head jerks up when he senses movement to his left, watching as the owner of the house walks back into the room. Jack doesn’t take his eyes off of him as he takes another sip.
“ …I’m sorry about the window. ”
@squcndereddivinity / starter call: younger!jack edition
“ —– mm.” He nods, pausing long enough to glance back at the windows with a sigh, arms crossing as he willfully shrugs it off. “It’s not the first time it’s been broken, I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He doesn’t want to say it’s fine, not when it clearly wasn’t. But there’s no use in grinding any kind of guilt in, not when the house – overall – was supposed to offer some kind of fresh start.
“I’ll get it fixed in the morning, it’ll give me something to do.” He smiles, easy and casual, leaning against the nearest counter with a shrug. “Are you alright? I wasn’t sure anyone asked – with all the excitement…” At least he looked like he’d calmed down, that was a good step.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve had someone warn you, some of the personalities here can be a little …. intense.” Intense may not have been the right word, but it was the one he preferred. Everyone was still sorting through their own problems. Had their own vices to kick. Things couldn’t run smoothly all the time, especially not with new introductions, they should’ve been better prepared for that, really.
hcwlin:
“If a six year old can play tee-ball then I think an adult man could learn how it works,” he points out. He’s not going to push it though because he can already sense the set up.
He’s the one with the base knowledge and it’s not just tee-ball he knows. He’s good with kids and Dimitri knows it because everyone and their moms know it. Remy scratches at his chin where a lack of shaving for two days straight means he’s getting just a LITTLE hairy.
“I would need an assistant coach though, I don’t have enough time to do it on my own, bud.”
“Well. You know what they say about teaching old dogs new tricks.” he’s sure he thinks it’s funnier than it actually is, but that doesn’t prevent him from laughing at his own joke, grinning at Remy once he settles.
Honestly, he hadn’t meant to PUSH him in to anything, he knew it was asking a lot. Which was largely why he hadn’t asked -- there was something to be said for subtlety, he supposed. Even when it was very thinly veiled.
“No, no, I wouldn’t expect you to. You can have all the assisting you need, I’m sure I can work something out.”
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
"can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
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You see, all l want is that, as Gabriel Oak said to Bathsheba in Far From the Madding Crowd…
For @pollysthings
[9/100] pictures of Richard Armitage
By Anders Overgaard
The Vicar of Dibley - favorite scenes [2/?] ↳ “No excuses this time, just wanted one last look.”
You are the wolf And I am the moon And in the endless sky We are but one
Wolf & I // Oh Land
“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
“Well, maybe not twenty four seven, but I’d like to think I have a little bit more stamina than your average person ...” He does his best, to make it sound like he’s joking. He’s not. Arms cross as he watches the Angel, letting out a heavier than normal sigh. “Why don’t you give me a break, and take a break yourself, hm?”
@shotgunshellsandfeathers
“i’m always careful.” (LIIIIIEEEESSSSS)
The silence he lets linger is practically deafening, eyebrows pulling up as he holds his breath and waits for the other man to back track. Or at least to amend the statement somehow, so they both didn’t have to settle with the fact that he’d lied so easily. Letting out a gruff sigh when nothing happens, Dimitri shrugs, dropping his head and rubbing at the back of his neck. “If you’re going to maintain that kind of falsehood, could you at least do me a favor and try to do it convincingly?”
@agcntressler
“it’s not your job to protect me.”
“No, you’re right, I suppose it’s not.” He nods, shoving his hands into his pockets as he regards Remy briefly. It wasn’t even his responsibility, technically. That was hardly going to dissuade him. “D’you know --- in some cities in Russia, there’s still a bounty on wolves? ‘S about .... $50 or so a head ...” He pauses, scratching at his forehead as he ducked some, just to be sure he could look him in the eye. “It’s very easy, in an environment like that, to lose a pack. I’ve seen it happen. Suppose it’s just led me to overcompensate ...”
Or maybe not. Maybe he just thought that out of any of them, Remy deserved a chance. It was hard to say. So he shrugs, dropping his hand again as he straightens himself out. “Some things are just worth protecting, Remy. Job or not.”
@hcwlin