#blagsden

[mithlomi]

Things that me and George discuss

She would run for president and I'd be chief of staff. She's the charismatic one. I'm the one with the sense...

[mithlomi]

Singing the GoT theme tune as George watches it upstairs...

[mithlomi]

Because of this photoset

"You're drunk..."

Christine watched, arms folded across her chest, head raised with all the pomp and circumstance that two years as a Vicomtess had taught her to wield. A burst of fame and a rather sudden change in social status had taught Christine Daae more about life that anything in her previous years. Including Opera ghosts and madmen...

There's nothing like an abduction to tell you to grow up. So Christine did. And she did it well.

So it was no surprise that two years of marriage had also taught her how to deal with her husband. When he was her Raoul, the little brave boy who fetched her scarve and grew up into a perfect gentlemen, one who doted on her, loved her, showered her with kisses and soft caresses and whispers in her hair.

And this Raoul, the one who was forced to grow up too quickly as well, the one who struggled under the weight of a title and a famous wife and Parisian society. He was by no means the only rich drunk in Paris.

He glared at her, leaning against the door frame, and there was something dark in his eyes that left a fluttering in Christine's stomach, despite how much she wished it wouldn't.

Marriage was never a fairy tale. Both Christine and Raoul had come to terms with that. It was life.

She hated seeing him like this, and wished there was more she could do to help. It wasn't that he was cruel; he had never raised a hand to her and Christine could be just as stinging with her words as he if she so wished. And she had on occasion. She wasn't a chorus girl anymore, she was his wife and she would tell him when he was being an idiot.

He liked it. He wouldn't have it any other way. She knew that. It was why his lips twitched when he saw her swallow tightly around the lump in her throat. He knew the effect he had on her, damn him. She raised her chin higher, even as he slowly walked towards her.

"One day, they're going to find you lying in a ditch and I'm going to tell them to let you stay there for night..."

She turned away, moving to pretend to sort through the pile of letters on her desk, trying to ignore the tension in her stomach or the fact he was still advancing on her.

"I mean it, Raoul. It's really not... oh..."

A soft kiss at the base of her neck, heavy arms circling her waist and for a moment she leant into him, eyes fluttering... before rationality kicked in and she whipped around, slapping him hard across the face...

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

grarntaire replied to your photo: i have decided

aahhhhh i love it!!!

its the first one i've come across which made me smile straight away ; u;;

altho i've been looking at so many the word 'centre' looks really fucking weird now omg

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

THE SECOND EPISODE ENDED JUST AS I WAS PULLING INTO WIGAN NORTH WESTERN AND OHMYGOD

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

sO HELLO 2+hr TRAIN JOURNEY

I’m finally gonna watch Vikings but its on my phone not my iPod so~ can’t liveblog

Oh well.

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

So came out of wicked (still in love with gina beck //sighs) and was talking about KILLIAN (omfg autocorrect capitalises it I'm so happy) with the girl I was with and then she was like LOOK BILLY ELLIOT and I squealed and genuinely considered stage dooring a show I haven't even seen and made stroking hand motions towards the theatre because KILLIAN what has this fandom done to me.

[mithlomi]

YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW HARD I AM SIDE EYEING GEORGE RIGHT NOW