Ralph Fiennes
Red Dragon
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Red Dragon
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this is my favorite blog on earth i love you.
@gooptrials
// Oh, thank you!! ^^
I suppose I'll have to make more gifs of Francis now lmao xoxo
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Ralph Fiennes
Red Dragon
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scarredwitchers:
“Happens when I spill my hot cocoa on it.” She replied gently to him. Her grey-blue eyes were twinkling ever so slightly. “Guess I’ll just zip up my hoody and no one will notice.” Tessa was optimistic as ever.
“I didn’t get any on your clothes, did I now?” She cooed, every the one to make sure she’d caused no harm. The Old Gods knew she had the motor control on a dumbstruck chimpanzee on a good day.
Her question was an excuse for Francis to lower his head again, searching for a possible stain on his shirt and hiding the cleft lip from the woman.
“Uh-huh.” Instead of a ‘yes’. There indeed was a bit of her drink on his own shirt. His hand moved up and he rubbed over the stain with his thumb. Useless. It wouldn’t just suddenly disappear.
“It’s...okay. Now you...have to get a new drink.”
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// How this man is functioning in society is beyond me.
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scarredwitchers:
“Oh no, sugar. I should have looked where I was going, my bad.” The small redheaded woman purred sweetly. She send him a bright smile, an attest to her kind and nurturing nature.
Originally posted by katherine-mcnamara
Sugar. His gaze shot up again. Was she mocking him? Smiling because she made fun of him, of his face?
It took him a while to realize he was staring. “Your, uhm, shirt is dirty.” He tried to avoid words with ‘s’ as good as possible, not being able to pronounce them properly, but sometimes it jjust wasn’t possible.
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“No, I--I didn’t mean to...” Francis apologized sheepishly - or at least tried to. If He had been here with him now, there wouldn’t be any kind of apology; on the contrary. It had been the other’s fault; they had run into him, spilled their coffee or tea or whatever they were drinking.
He swallowed, lowering his head, avoiding the other’s gaze.
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// I mean, he doesn’t even talk much?? He’s already a real challenge for me before I even started
// How do you write a starter for a psycho??
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