When you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?
- Victor Frankenstein
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When you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?
- Victor Frankenstein
Leo: “So…what do we do next? Our first dance?”
Jayla: “Did you bring the wedding cake?”
Leo’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush as he suddenly recalls where the wedding cake is - on the counter in the kitchen at home. Jayla looks at him out of the corner of her eye and then nearly doubles over with laughter at Leo’s expression.
Leo: “I…I…”
Jayla: “It’s fine, Captain. We’ll enjoy it when we get home. Come on, I have a better idea than a first dance.”
Jayla grabs Leo’s hand and drags him from the balcony, through the crowd of wedding guests, and into a side studio filled with wooden wracks of paintings. She looks around to make sure that they have space, then pulls out her lightsaber.
Leo: “A lightsaber battle?”
Jayla: “It’s more us than a first dance. Ready?”
It’s Leo’s turn to crack up with laughter now. He too makes sure he has enough space and then pulls out his lightsaber. Flashes of white and purple illuminate the room. The crowd quickly form up to watch from the safety of the gallery outside as Leo and Jayla have their first sparring session as husband and wife.
look, i know i can’t keep relying on
other people to do it for me.
i’ve got to learn to do it myself.
tng, 2x13 “time squared”
steven: can you imagine a romance with sherlock holmes? dear god, he’d poison his own girlfriend just to see if it worked mark: maybe he already has steven: yes, that’s right
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“really? of course i’m jealous is.” seren is trying to keep the tears from falling, she’d never swallowed her pride this much for one person before. “i’m jealous because i know that i don’t deserve you! i know that you could go out there and find a million people better than me! i’m jealous because you didn’t even flinch when she flirted with you! i’m jealous because you’re supposed to be mine!” the tears are falling much too quickly for her own good, but she gains her compsure long enough to say one more thing, “but most importantly is, i’m jealous because--because i love you alright! i love you so much! more than i’ve ever loved anyone or anything, and that fucking terrifies me! i’m so afraid that you’re going to walk out that door any minute.” isla’s embrace is enough to calm seren down even on her worst day, but especially now, “i love you.” she whispers into the nape of her neck placing a gentle kiss where she once spoke her words.