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I don’t believe you, by the way. You may have Richard fooled, but you can’t really expect me to believe that you, a British woman and a Chinese man are all members of the United States military. Who are you and what are you doing on our island?
They’d last parted with such bitterness that Charles had half expected Eloise to disregard his invitation, which made him all the more pleased to see her. His satisfaction was short lived. He couldn’t get a word out of her, not even a curt ‘Hello, Charles’. But she was there and that was something, he supposed, so he tuned out her conversation with the man on her other side and resigned himself to quietly sulk for the rest of the play, arms crossed tightly against his chest.
He remembered escorting Penelope to her first show, a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. She had been ten, wearing a new red dress and her hair out of its usual pigtails, honey blonde waves falling down her back. She’d loved it, finding the bit with poor, ignorant Bottom and his donkey head particularly hilarious, and had gone out as a fairy that Halloween. He missed his silly sweetheart of a little girl and ached for the beautiful woman she’d grown into, who had slipped away from him years ago. As the curtains closed, it occurred to Charles that like Doctor Faustus had never redeemed himself in the eyes of God, he would never be able to redeem himself in his daughter’s eyes.
A huff came from his left and he turned to Eloise, hoping he hadn’t also ruined their relationship beyond repair. He remained seated even as she stood, only lifting a pair of incredulous brows.
“Oh, are we speaking now?”
Charles’ tone was to be expected-- she had ‘started it’, well, this time around. Lips pursed, the old woman matched his expression with one of her own, though slightly softer. Things had been quiet in the time between their last encounter and now, a type of quiet that only stiffened her old bones and left an uneasiness in her. Perhaps that was why she’d come tonight-- to prove her life duty was not yet over, that there was more. To most, standing in an emptying theater was probably not much-- but the context spoke volumes. A wrinkling hand reached out, an olive branch for Charles to take.
“That depends. Do you have anything worthwhile to say?” It would sound nasty if i wasn’t for the soft lilt in her voice-- or the way her eyes shone at him. Perhaps they were both old now, in a Lost Angeles theater, but inside, Eloise felt like her old self for the first time in years. It could have been Charles and Ellie, butting heads over one thing or another before Richard intervened, the last forty-five years disappearing in the span of a second. All that regret and loss and anger, gone from her eyes.
It’s return, however, entirely up to him.
But you couldn’t wait I couldn’t promise you anything If it was all a mistake Then I guess we’re both to blame
//she’s so damn
patronizing
i love eloise so much
//I think I might permanently be blocked from my Alex account so there’s that
//*rises from the dead bc I'm sitting in the theater waiting to see The King and I starting DANIEL DAE LOVE OF MY LIFE KIM*
Daniel, do you know what destiny means? No. Destiny means that if one has a special gift…then it must be nurtured. How many beats has that metronome counted since you started playing? Eight hundred sixty-four. Your gift, Daniel, is your mind. A mind that is meant for science, mathematics. And it’s my…job…to keep you in your path. So, unfortunately, there’s no more time for distractions. But I want to keep playing the piano. I can do both. I can make time. If only you could.
LOST AESTHETICS- Daniel Faraday
We’re either in the past or we’re in the future.
In honor of the many mothers of Lost: Happy Mother’s Day!
“The last thing I thought I’d be good at was being a mum. You know, you should try it sometime.”
Bold your muse’s preference!
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Comedy or Action?
Romance or Horror?
Adventure or Drama?
Historical or Musicals?
Sci-fi or Westerns?
2. Food
Tea or Coffee?
Cake or Pie?
Fruit or Vegetables?
Sweet or Spicy?
Cereal or Oatmeal?
Bagels or Cookies?
Sandwich or Pizza?
3. Nature
Early Bird or Night Owl?
Summer or Winter?
City or Countryside?
Cats or Dogs?
Hiking or Swimming?
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Hugs or Kisses?
Books or Movies?
Shorts or Long Pants?
Monopoly or Sorry?
Comic Books or Novels?
Showers or Baths?
Chess or Checkers?
Hip-Hop or Classical Music?
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//I have so many Alice Evans icons and no way to use them
Motherhood was not easy, and it was certainly made harder by the adjustment into the life outside the island. Even for Eloise, it was juggling two new worlds-- equally demanding and strange. And worst yet, she was facing both alone. At almost six months, Daniel’s sleeping had gotten better, but the crying! Dear, god, the crying! Sometimes Eloise thought her head would explode. And from all the books she’d read, there was nothing she could do, but let him tire himself. It was bad enough to helpless to his future, but to the child’s present was almost as bad.
Eyes closed, Eloise did her best to tune out the shrieks coming from upstairs. They were beginning to sound meeker-- finally, but with each wail, a pang of painful pressure would pulse through her temples. Eloise ran a hand through her messy hair, pleading with some power that he would quiet. The annoyance was only outweighed by the desire to, dare she admit it, coddle him. Take the tiny child in her arms and sooth him, but even the terrible mother she was, Eloise knew it would only prolong this stage of crying infancy. She may be alone, she may be a mess, but at least she was determined to train Daniel as best she could It was the least she could do, afterall.
The last tired wails died down and Eloise sighed, opening her eyes. In a few minutes she’d get up off the couch and check to make sure Daniel was actually sleep, but for now a quick moment of relaxation couldn’t hurt.
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But I watch you like I’m made of stone As you walk away.
//I don’t feel up to replies, so i’m just going to icon Alice Evans in 102 Dalmatians because I love her and can
//dammit i can’t find a good quality 102 dalmatians! why does netflix only have 101 dalmatians?!
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//I don’t feel up to replies, so i’m just going to icon Alice Evans in 102 Dalmatians because I love her and can
//dammit i can’t find a good quality 102 dalmatians! why does netflix only have 101 dalmatians?!
//I don’t feel up to replies, so i’m just going to icon Alice Evans in 102 Dalmatians because I love her and can
