death and romance , the riddles for countless lifetimes were they not ? ⸺ finding yourself in such position as one described in words filled the empytness on her final doubts. there was no charade standing, no mistiness during the early hours of morning ; it was clear, kissed by the sunlight and obvious to the observant orbs who spared a single second for attention, besides the ears capturing the clues behind words which carried the highest of the remarks. her finger’s grip on the fraser tartan around her frame loosened for an instant, the mind being careful when considering a proper choice of words.
❛ Of all I have heard about Ellen MacKenzie Fraser , ❜ one uttered the name carefully, the dark blue orbs staring the waterfall near the spot they were resting on the grass. he had never given her a name, yet Brianna judged it was the time to name the woman in question. ❛ besdies Da’s words, yours are the loveliest of them all, because you loved her.❜ sparing him a glance once silent, she couldn’t fight the urge to not inquire more. ❛ . . . am I too much like her? I’m aware we’re alike physically, I have seen her portrait. though, I have to ask.❜
@enastrcs ✉ › ❛ I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.















