#( scripts. )

[widowshill]

jokes on you he likes that

[althcr]

I’ve come across some of the script pages from the cut scenes from the first episode and damn, I really hope we’ll get some of them at least as flashbacks. The Tam and Rand scene is very similar to the books and Egwene’s other circle scene (the one with all the colors from the trailer where she emerges from the pool) is also quite beautiful. It’d be a shame if it’d be gone forever. Hope we’ll at least get them as bonus content or something.

Edit: I’m going to drop them under a read more. Read at your own risk. Also Mat had a sex scene at first.

[neinsided]

fingerprints

i thought you were our friend.  the  second  he  had  woke  up  again,  brought  back  to  life  with  the  toll  of  the  dead  ringing  in  his  ears,  he  knew  it  wouldn’t  be  simple.  the  sheer  scale  of  the  lifetimes  dwelling  inside  him  nearly  swallowed  him  whole  in  the  beginning.  he’d  choked  on  mollymauk’s  memories,  clutching  the  tapestry  with  one  hand  while  the  other  clawed  at  it  to  pry  himself  free.

❛ lucien, ❜   cree  calls  out,  breaking  his  focus.  &  he  is  lucien.  with  everything  he  remembers,  with  how  hard  mollymauk  had  tried  to  fit  more  years  in  the  two  he’d  been  allotted,  lucien  still  outweighed  it.  he  had  a  childhood  with  lucien.  a  family,  once.  he  had  friends,  enemies  &  an  entire  ditch  of  people  left  behind  in  his  wake.  he  wasn’t  entirely  the  lucien  from  before,  but  that  was  still  his  name.  it’s  what  he  started  with  &  it’s  what  he  chooses  now.  lucien  shakes  his  head  slightly,  moving  towards  her  with  a  solemn  look.

we  miss  /  ed  you.   lucien  hears  it  in  two  voices.  cree’s  warm  arms  around  him,  breaking  down  on  the  grass  &  mud  &  pulling  him  closer.

(  *  maybe  that’s  why  he  choose  lucien.  it  was  easier  to  be  him.  he’d  try  every  so  often,  to  be  mollymauk  again.  ever  since  he  felt  the  first  prickles  of  someone’s  gaze  upon  him  &  it  could  only  be  them.  no  one  scried  on  a  dead  man  who’s  been  gone  for  two  or  more  years  unless  they  knew  deep  down  that  they  were  going  to  find  something.  he’d  tried  to,  out  of  curiosity.  tried  to  remember  the  way  mollymauk  would  sprawl,  taking  up  as  much  room  as  he  could  in  spite  of  actual  comfort.  it  was  the  image.  it  was  always  about  the  image  with  him.  mollymauk  liked  the  appearance  of  indulgence  &  debauchery.  pure  unflappable  confidence  &  trickery,  hands  tied  &  eyes  glittering.  lucien  couldn’t  hold  the  position  for  long.  he  didn’t  remember  how  it  quite  worked  anymore.  as  if  even  with  how  intensely  mollymauk  tried  to  live,  a  pile  of  smoke  &   mirrors  only  got  someone  so  far  towards  a  personality.  the  voice  was  harder.  mollymauk’s  throat  remembered  the  way  lucien  sounded,  but  mollmauk’s  mind  remembered  gustav  &  all  the  rest.  lucien’s  forgotten  gustav’s  face  at  this  point.  all  that’s  left  is  a  sad  man  they  left  in  behind  in  jail.  )

❛ let’s  go, ❜   lucien  murmurs.  he  looks  towards  each  &  every  one  of  them.  his  family,  his  tombtakers.  he  smiles  &  it  doesn’t  feel  like  a  memory.  it’s  good  to  see  them  again.  to  see  their  excitement  &  anticipation.  they’re  closer  than  they’ve  ever  been  &  he  has  something  he  must  do.  he  can  enjoy  this.  does  enjoy  this.  so  long  as  he  doesn’t  think  about  why.  this  is  it.  there’s  no  time  for  second  thoughts  now.  if  there  was  ever  a  group  of  people  that  needed  a  good  time  to  go  out,  have  a  laugh,  see  things  that  they’ve  never  seen  before——lucien  grins.   ❛ won’t  be  long  now.  places,  everyone.  let’s  show  them  a  good  time. ❜

scripts   :   2  /  ?

[mythsoa]

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 ✘ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 ‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫’ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

lashes  flutter  as  you  awake,  dark  eyes  drink  him  in   ——   built  like  a  statue  of  a  greek  god!  some  might  call  you  a  fool  for  sleeping  with  such  a  predator,  others  might  call  you  fearless.  arms  stretch  upwards,  mouth  widening  as  a  soft  yawn  escapes.   ❝   i  don’t  suppose  you  want  breakfast,  huh?   ❞  a  soft  smile  tugs  at  your  lips,  fingers  brush  over  his  stomach  light  as  a  feather.      /   @rippredom​

[shdwkssda]

⌘ // make it good ;)

*   blood   drips   from   her   mouth  ,   a   broken   gasp   falls  .  knees   bend   unwillingly  ,   slamming   her   body   to   the   ground   and   that   fall  ,   the   pain   shooting   through   her   body   at   knees   smacking   against   concrete  ,   is   the   least   of   her   worries  .   her   worries   start   with   the   blade   coming   out   her   chest  ,   a   blade   wielded   by   an   angel   found   its   home   in   her   chest  . 

her   mind   tries   to   replay   what   was   happening  ,   she   can’t   remember   how   this   happened  .   all   she   can   think   about   is   lissa  .   lissa   wouldn’t   be   able   to   save   her   this   time  ,   miles   apart   —  –   rose   felt   true   fear   as   she   knew   she   would   not   survive   this  ,   she   was   going   to   die   and   there   was   no   coming   back   this   time  . 

THE   WORLD   OF   THE   DEAD   WAS   COMING   TO   CLAIM   HER  .   a   growl   rips   itself   from   her   throat  ,   eyes   hard   as   her   hand   closes   around   the   blade   pulling   it   from   her   chest  .   she   would   not   die   without   a   fight  ,   everything   in   her   life   had   been   a   constant   battle   and   this   was   how   the   universe   saw   fit   to   end   her  ?   as   if   she   was   a   wild   animal   who   had   been   put   down  ,   as   if   she   was   a   monster  . 

she   screams   as   the   blade   slides   out  ,   blood   gushing   to   the   gaping   hole   in   her   chest   as   her   hand   drops   the   blade  ,   she   remembers   she’s   not   alone  .   alec’s   hand   presses   onto   her   wound   causing   her   to   gasp ,   and   dark   eyes   meet  .   if   she   had   thought   she   would   have   survived  ,   his   eyes   would   have   crushed   that   hope  . 

“   go  ,  ”   she   begs  ,   she’s   already   gone   but   she   can   save   him  .   “  tell  —  -   ” 

her   body   rocks   as   she   lets   a   sob   out  .   lissa  ,   lissa  ,   lissa  .   who   was   going   to   take   her   darkness  ?   who   was   going   to   save   lissa   from   herself   if   rose   hathaway   dies   here   tonight  ?   she   wants   to   fight ,   she   wants   to   stay   and   it   breaks   her   because   there’s   no    chance   she’s   staying  .    would  she  feel  the  bond  snap  as  her  soul  leaves ? 

“  lissa  ,   ”   her   last   word  .    his   hand   presses   harder  ,   as   if   his   touch   alone   could   keep   her   tethered   to   the   world   of   the   living   and   his   free   hand   smooths   her   wild   locks   into   place  .   dark   lashes   flutter  ,   she   takes   her   last   breath  ,  not   knowing  that   it   is   her   last  . 

ROSE’S  LAST  WORDS  TO  ALEC .   /   @archeir  &  @sprtkssd 

[girlprophecy-blog]

 red curls bounce as she floats towards the empty bar stool.  “  is this seat taken?  ”  she murmurs to the stranger beside her as she hops onto it and grins brightly at them. “  do you wanna hear a joke?  ” 

her brows flick upwards, just a bit. “  it’s a good one, i promise.  ”

@sacrii

[bitchvamp-blog]

“    no one comes here to see a sad girl grinding a pole, get it together.    ”      //  @delishdove