#captniixon

[indissoluta-a]

In his eyes nothing seemed to be enough. At last, he thought, he has found a nearly perfect gift for his wife. One that would put at least a smile on her face. As he walks into the bedroom, she stands in front of the mirror, combing her silky smooth hair, which he even adores from afar. She doesn’t notice him, but soon she would as he walks up behind her. One of his hands, rough at touch, brushes along her shoulder to move her hair aside before he then carefully puts the necklace around her neck where he also places a gentle kiss, whispering. ’ Merry Christmas, Gracie. ‘ 

She loves Christmas - the feeling in the air, the joy all around, the children at play and the kindness that people pass along to one another. It’s a time where in her eyes the world just seems perfect despite it’s chaos. For a little while things slow down and there is peace. That was a feeling she was getting now more than ever as she was spending Christmas with her husband. The very thought continued to make her smile each time. When she felt Lewis come up next to her she was pulled from her thoughts - he always had a way of surprising her and today was no different. Feeling the cool from the necklace she took a glance to the mirror to see what he was placing around her neck.  “ Lewis! “  Her voice surprised and in awe. “ It’s beautiful...” Fingers brushed along the flowers as she let herself admire it for a moment longer but in quick transition Grace was turned with her arms around her husband giving him a gentle but loving and certainly passionate kiss. “ Thank you. “  And with a nuzzle of her nose to his she smiled. “ Merry Christmas. “ 

[hydrasweapon]

// @captniixon more like Guten Abend where I live but who cares, h e l l o

[indissoluta-a]

How can I believe That my heart would find someone like you You see me, the real me No in bewteens, I had nowhere to hide You took away the walls around me Made me feel safe to share my truth

Happy Birthday part two !! @captniixon

[indissoluta-a]

“a time they kissed”

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The weather was not in their favor. A once clear sky with shining stars turned cloudy quick and rain poured heavily down as they stood under the cover of the marquee of the theater. Suddenly Grace wished they had just stayed home instead of wandering out into this mess but after some consideration it was just rain.  Sticking out her hand she gathered drops in her palm  with a bright smile on her face before she turned to Lewis informing him that they were going to run it. It wasn’t that far to where they needed to go - once there they could be homeward bound and dry and hopefully no worse for wear. He could talk her out of it, it would be a wise notion but Grace was a stubborn woman and normally when her mind was set on something she’d do it. One of her best or worst qualities? That was for him to decide as she took his hand and counted down. There was no turning back now.As they ran through the rain  her grip stayed in his hand determined to keep hold of it as she dragged him through the rain and the streets , laughing as she did like it were a game. Soaked from head to foot they’d reach their destination and Grace’s pins that held her updo could not keep her hair in place. It fell limp against her shoulders and clung to her face but went unnoticed as she pulled Lewis in close and kissed him slowly as the rain grew harder against the streets. It lingered for a moment only to be broken by her smile and soft words. “ What’s a little rain ? “ 

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❛ drunk i’m not. ❜

     three word starters

“I’m the last man you oughta convince but that aftershave a’yours is sure stinging the eyes, Captain...”

[indissoluta-a]

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⚔ @captniixon │ Crossed the Line

      “Look, mate, I don’t know what you want me to tell you, but I sure as hell ain’t German,” Edward practically spat as he stared upward at his captor. Just his luck - it was always his luck. Then again, maybe he’d been trying to be captured; that was the spy’s own secret and if there was one thing at which he was good it was keeping secrets.

      “Do I look German? I’m Welsh, mate. Born and bred.”

[indissoluta-a]

@captniixon || continued from here || Grace Thread

                  ❝Please do me the honor in accepting my hand.❞

       Often discussed in novels and theatrics is the feeling that your heart either stops beating, or proceeds to skip in a fashion even doctors would certainly claim as unhealthy. Though in this very moment she wasn’t exactly sure what her heart was doing - had it stopped or was it now beating so fast that it just seemed like it lost all connectivity to her brain ? Breathing which she had done from the day she was born was now a struggle as she read his face wondering if there was a hint to a possible joke at her expense.  Confident as she was, she was just as easily flustered by any shown interest in her. Like any smitten young woman would looking on the face of the man she had grown fond of.       Words were there, but all that Grace managed to mutter out in shy detail was simply :                                                      “ M-me ? “