Sep 12, 2013
20, female, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes, favorite color is silver, favorite drink is peppermint tea, I'd probably take you to see a movie or maybe we'd go out for coffee or something low-key and wonderous.
shh ur cute i'll take one
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20, female, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes, favorite color is silver, favorite drink is peppermint tea, I'd probably take you to see a movie or maybe we'd go out for coffee or something low-key and wonderous.
shh ur cute i'll take one
sophieftzosbornes replied to your post: also shoutout to me i got...
WELL DONE YOU.
thanks bebz :]
Eponine and Enjolras - Gray! :) (If you've done that one already you can choose another one-but don't break meeee)
Author Note: This is a future snippet in my “Waves of Water” ‘verse.
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19. Gray
I will love you when the skies go dark,I will love you when the seas go dry.I will love you with all my heart,I will love you past the day I die.I will love you when the times are gray,I will love you when all seems lost.I will love you no matter the price I pay,I will love you no matter how high the cost.No matter how high the cost.
- Traditional Wedding Vows of the Selkie-Folk.
It is notable amongst the sea-peoples for having little reference to daily life or commonly held beliefs of marital bliss. Also of patricular interest is the lack of mutual exchange of promises - a selkie wedding is considered complete once one party has said the vows and the other accepted them. No other promises need be made.
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She marries him in a plain linen shift, her dark gray eyes smiling at him over a bouquet of hastily gathered flowers.
She has absolutely no idea of what she’s promising to him, he’s aware, and he won’t take advantage of the fact. Still, his heart aches a little at how happy she looks at this farce of a wedding, and he doesn’t think too deeply on why (it’s because a part of him wants it to be real, for her to be truly smiling at him because she is happy to tie her fate to his).
As always, she is voiceless, so he is the only one to say the vows. Her eyes brighten at the words “to have and to hold, ‘til death do us part,” gaining a silver sheen to them for a second or two, and she darts forward and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. He falters in his reply, blushing at the contact, and the assembled villagers laugh at the look on his face.
"See? ‘Course the girl wanted the two of you to get hitched!" their nearest neighbor proclaims.
He doesn’t have the inclination to argue, and slips the ring silently onto her finger as the assembled crowd cheers and her gray eyes gleam.
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Later, he will ask if she wants to get married again, in the ways of her people.
She shakes her head, bundled up in her beautiful, smooth, dark gray sealskin, cross-legged and smiling as she sits across from him.
No. We are already married, her voice sounds in his head.
"Not really," he replies. "You never said your vows. Technically, we were never actually - "
Only one person need speak at a selkie wedding, she interrupts. And the two are married if the other’s heart answers - and my heart has answered yours from the moment we met. We are married already, my love, but if you need the words, I will give them to you.
And she speaks a poem directly into his mind, the last syllables lingering, echoing in his soul. He feels tears sting the corners of his eyes.
Does you heart answer? she asks.
"Yes," he murmurs, bending forward to kiss her.
No matter how high the cost, his heart says. It will be worth it.
eppieferre 36
36. Precious Treasure
He calls her bao bei the first time she lets him stay over, murmuring it sleepily into her hair as he drapes himself around her and tangles their limbs together, as if he could permanently attach himself to her if he tried hard enough, link them together like flexible vines growing on old, scarred trees.
The next morning, she asks him what it means and he refuses to translate, exactly, just mutters that it was an endearment and nothing more, both of them rather hyper-aware that an endearment was hardly “nothing” in Éponine’s book. She lets it slide for now, content to think that that will be the end of it.
But it’s not. As their relationship - and it is a relationship; no matter how hard she resists the idea, it’s difficult to deny when half her clothes are at his apartment, and he’s the last person she thinks of most nights & the rest she doesn’t have to think of him because he’s right there next to her, and, oh God, she has him as her emergency contact now - as their relationship progresses, the word starts slipping into his vocabulary more and more often. He always says it the same, too, with that fine edge of fondness and a lilt to his voice that makes it sound like he’s crooning it to her.
She likes it.
One day, they’re at a little restaurant in Chinatown, a few blocks down from his aunt’s place, and she realizes she’s in trouble when someone else says it and she automatically turns around and says, “Yes?”
The old woman laughs at the two of them, speaks a quick sentence in Mandarin to Combeferre, who blushes and stammers something back in the same language.
The spry lady pats Éponine’s cheek and says, “Good, good. Always nice to be most treasured person. You have got a fine young man. Best you keep a tight hold.” She winks at them before leaving.
"Uh. So. Dim sum?" Combeferre asks, obviously nervous and peering at her anxiously.
She nods and says yes, but she thinks to herself, Okay. Okay, I can stay. And she finally stops being scared.
Eppieferre, 81
Author Note: Ha, Emily asked for this, too :D
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81. Pen and Paper
The day he meets her, his journal starts turning into a secret love letter addressed to her. Her smile finds its way into his margins as a quick doodle in red ink; the stories she tells him about her work day he dutifully preserves in his neat, careful handwriting; he waxes rhapsodic about the glint of her eyes and the smell of her orange blossom perfume and the sharp, brittle edge to her words that hide the yielding, soft warmth of her heart.
He immortalizes her with pen and paper, and someday soon she will grow curious and pick up this little book that holds his soul, and find herself reflected back on every page.
sophieftzosbornes replied to your post:“sophieftzosbornes replied to your post:“what the fuck is fox les mis...”
Yeah, if it's done right it'll be awesome. If it's NOT...
*shudders* i don't even want to think of how cringe worthy it'll be if it's a bomb jeez second hand embarrassment much?
sophieftzosbornes replied to your post:“what the fuck is fox les mis and how am i supposed to feel about it”
It's either fabulous or a disaster and the project hasn't gone far enough for us to know which yet but most of the fandom has already lost their shit.
yooo i'm reading an article on it rn and it actually sounds like it could be really cool!!! if it's done right i could dig it
sophieftzosbornes replied to your photoset: I have anime hair.
OOOH PRETTY!!
Hahahaha! Thanks for the sentiment, but all I did was whip off my shower cap.