Feb 28, 2025
🎼"And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by"~🎵
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🎼"And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by"~🎵
Bad News Follows Mitchell.
Box Tunnel
I love the way he unravels.
« I would fall in love with you, over and over again… »
Finally getting to the color part 👀
Remembering the times when I was wearing mittens and tartan shirts everyday.
I was rocking the John Mitchell style.
TONIGHT I STREAM !
9:30 PM (GMT) Come and join me for a Being Human fanart !
(Pic found on Google)
I was wondering.
Would you Aidan Turner fans be interested in some little digital stickers or else ?
1909 OUTFIT IS DONE !
It was a gorgeous night. The village was celebrating Christmas Eve, little lights flickered everywhere... but I wasn’t there. My parents ordered me to stay in my room, even though is was my 15th birthday, but John didn’t forget. He never did. And he had came to take me away from my golden cage, without anyone in the manor noticing it.
He had took me to the Christmas party, to dance. I was delightfully surprised to see how great of a dancer he was, making me swirl around with ease. I was not paying attention to the movements of my dress, just enjoying the happy rythms. Most of the villagers already knew me, mostly because I always came to the streets to help the poorest people. It was snowing, a magical atmosphere, a happy music... Me between John Mitchell’s arms.
He was handsome as always. Wearing his usual brown jacket and trousers, his dark curls slicked back as well as he could manage to keep them, that beautiful smile of his on his lips. Handsome as always. With a beautiful move of his wrist, he made me spin, then catched me back. And the world stopped.
There was only him. I had known for some time now that I loved him, unable to ignore the soft and warm feeling in my chest everytime he was looking at me. It has been years now. I even refused a few suitors asking for my hand. Just to wait for him, to long for him... and here he was.
I felt his hand on my back, gently brushing against my skin. My own fingers tangled in his, as he was holding me against him, his face just inches away from mine. I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat faster. Louder. And I wanted to kiss him.
His eyes wandered from my gaze to my lips and I shivered slightly.
"You're just stunning, you know that ?"
I blushed, looking away for a second. His voice was grave, deep, soft. A lullaby to my ears. But then, he leaned in... kindly carressing my lips for an instant.
And so it began.
I love them…