#mortimer lightwood

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He had founded himself upon Eugene when they were yet boys at school; and at this hour imitated him no less, admired him no less, loved him no less, than in those departed days.

- Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens

[mxcottonsocks]

Mortimer Lightwood: What are your intentions, Eugene?

Eugene Wrayburn: Oh, I don't know ¯⁠\⁠_(⁠ツ)_⁠/⁠¯ fuck around and find out?

Bradley Headstone: You'll find out, alright...

[katokrisovaka]

Here is "Mortimer Lightwood distancing himself from the opinion of... well... Society."  

'ML' 8.5 * 11.5, coloured pencils on coloured paper. 

[eleftherian]

Eugene: *waving shovel at some guy*

Mortimer: you’re insane and I love you

[salomeydraws]

So I got into writing fanfiction this year and looking back, I seem to enjoy writing fics about sleep, no matter the fandom~ 😴 Here's a couple white boys kipping together:

David Copperfield and James Steerforth at the end of "Could You Trust Me?" 🌸

Mortimer and Eugene (Our Mutual Friend) in "I Can't Sleep" 💖

Tintin dozing off on the sofa with Captain Haddock in "Safe Place" 😴🩷

Clearly I'm a softie who loves soft moments, dreaming up a sleep comfort fics for kicks🌸

[salomeydraws]

The look that says... "You are in BIG trouble, Mister."

Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact

Oh, we are SO talking about this when these people leave!

Run away, run away

Running away didn't work, try to explain

Explaining didn't work, engage "disarm with charm"

Paul McGann as Eugene Wrayburn and Dominic Mafham as Mortimer Lightwood in "Our Mutual Friend" (1998)

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‘Eugene,’ said he, ‘if I could find you in earnest for a minute, I would try to say an earnest word to you.’

‘An earnest word?’ repeated Eugene. ‘The moral influences are beginning to work. Say on.’

‘Well, I will,’ returned the other, ‘though you are not earnest yet.’

‘In this desire for earnestness,’ murmured Eugene, with the air of one who was meditating deeply, ‘I trace the happy influences of the little flour-barrel and the coffee-mill. Gratifying.’

‘Eugene,’ resumed Mortimer, disregarding the light interruption, and laying a hand upon Eugene’s shoulder, as he, Mortimer, stood before him seated on his bed, ‘you are withholding something from me.’

Eugene looked at him, but said nothing.

‘All this past summer, you have been withholding something from me. I don’t ask what it is, as you have not told me; but the fact is so. Say, is it not?’

‘I give you my word of honour, Mortimer,’ returned Eugene, after a serious pause of a few moments, ‘that I don’t know.’

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Sketches of Mortimer and Eugene from “Our Mutual Friend” by Dickens 🩷❤️