Ok ok I might have completely lost it but hear me out tho... Cause I've have theories. Abuelita tells us two things here
And as we saw the first screen shot applied to Noah (unmake half and to make whole) and since Eva and Noah are basically two sides of the same coin, what if the second part applies to her? Because power can be both good or bad as seen from the entire series so far so what if Abuelita is actually talking about the Power (Eva) here and so no matter what she chooses she'll be both (a savior and a destroyer? Saving the ones who want to do good with power and destroying it's corruption?) Also also we haven't yet found an use for Lincoln's watch.... What if that's what it takes to reverse time and actually undo the event of Eva being the Anchor?
This is Dri (@gryffindordaughterofathena ) I made this side-blog for replying to the comments and reblogs on the fics on my main-blog. I don't want to clog your dash with my self-reblogs but I still want to reply to all the lovely comments, hence this blog.
Just wanted to let y'all know with this post that if you get a notification from this blog, it's me❤
I really wish that @taylorswift will have her own makeup line so in our typography, image and visual communication class, I made this Taylor Swift Folklore inspired makeup collection edit! I hope my professor would like it and I hope Taylor would notice it.
In honor of just 50 days being left for pujo, I am here with a prompt for you!
Ethan seeing Diana in a saree for the first time. 💜
I want to know all about it!
Okay so Pujo is 5 days away, I know I know I am phenomenally late, but on the occasion of Mahalaya here's a little something I wrote, I hope you like it and let the pujo celebrations commence!
RANGI SAARI
Book : Open Heart (book 3 timeline)
Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Diana Ramirez
Word Count : 530 words
Rating : General
Category : Fluff
Trope : N/A
Warning : None
Summary : It's his first time seeing her wearing a saari (traditional wear of women of Bengal)
A/N : This is extremely self indulgent but I finally wrote something after a million years, say you're proud of me 🥺 there's two bengali sentences, I'll translate them at the end❤
Sunlight pours in through the curtains of a room that holds memories. Memories of laughter, of tears, of first loves and first heartbreak, of the thrill of being here with the only one who matters. A double bed with sleep muddled bed sheets warm in the early autumn light, half illuminating the man currently asleep on the bed, unaware of the gentle storm that rages on in the rest of the house.
… … …
Downstairs is pandemonium, a storm of dark brown hair and feet tangled in clothes, of fresh wafts of a very familiar jasmine smell and laughter that once was common in the same hallways.
"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?" *
"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj" **
Then there's a pattering of bare feet on stairs and the hurricane passes through, leaving calm behind.
… … …
When Ethan wakes, for a moment he tries to remember the place around him. Then his mind tries to make sense of the absence of Diana's warm body by his side.
Only after that does he notice the vision in red in the other end of the room. The one peering into the ornate mirror that takes up a fourth of the wall, as she puts on the gold earrings that glints in the early morning sunlight, catching rays and releasing them in the magic of the moment.
For a moment it's difficult to breathe, his mind going back years to those sleepless nights scrolling through her social media, going back years, staring at the unreality of her in her birthland's finery.
The next moment he finds his gaze drawn back to the tumbling dark brown hair that has fallen to her back, a single drop of water travelling across the smooth bronze of her exposed midriff, the sunlight that reflects in the depths of her brown eyes intensely concentrating on attaching the earring hoop.
Then she sees him and turns towards him.
The smile that she sends towards him is enough to make him forget breathing once again.
… … …
Like teenagers in the early blooming stages of love, they stare at each other, blinding impossible blue to the grounding storm of rain soaked browns.
Unaware of the hymns being chanted through the loudspeakers, holy words praising the goddess, floating through the air of an Indian autumn.
Neither speaks, their breathless smiles holding the other's heart in the cusp of their hands.
He drinks in the sight of her draped in red, she's a dream in his waking hours, beautiful, untouchable, warm, his.
She drinks in the sight of him in her childhood bedroom, sleep tousled hair, beautiful in the way he's completely hers.
He can't speak, drawn to silence by the sight of the woman he loves, so his voice comes out cracked when he utters, "You look-"
"Acceptable?", she jokes knowing damn well that it can't be further from the truth.
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful", his voice is fervent, worshipping.
He slowly makes her way towards her, outstretched hand reaching to hold hers.
Once they meet, she squeezes his thrice, her signal of happiness only known to him.
He squeezes back.
They are perfectly, incandescently happy.
TRANSLATIONS
*"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?"
-> Where are my earrings mom?
**"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj"
-> It's in your room, search carefully.
A/N : If you've read this far, I love you and I hope you are taking care of yourself, I have missed being active in the fandom with college hitting me like a freight train but now with vacations I'll have more time to be here.
