She remembers how his eyes fluttered open when her small hand slid over his larger one. She remembers how he released the blanket he was clutching to grasp her palm.
She tells him about the drowsy but rather adoring way he gazed up at her when he sighed, “You came back.”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” she weakly reprimanded.
“Thought I told you... I sleep better when you’re with me.”
Not bothering to suppress a smile, she recalled, “You did say that, didn’t you?”
“Mmmwhat are you waiting for then? Get in.”
“Stiles, there’s hardly any sp—”
She remembers the droplets that leaked from his eyes when he appealed, “Please. We can share. I wanna... I wanna share everything with you, Lyds.”
And she was done for.
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super junior is so special. what i'm about to say is not a hot take bc i've noticed it's not just me and this is a common feeling among fans. but super junior makes me so happy. and it's a different kind of happiness than what i get from other groups. they're my comfort zone, escape, serotonin booster, and what i search for when i'm bored or need a laugh. all at the same time. 💙
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She remembered holding her breath. She remembered the loud crank of the dial as Stiles spun it with a flick of his wrist. Clearest of all, she remembered putting every ounce of her trust in him, taking a sideways leap, never doubting that he would catch her.
During that swift journey, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes swirled before her eyes. But everything came back into focus when Stiles closed his arms tightly around her. She remembered the cold metallic clank of the trap slamming shut. It happened just a split second after he had pulled her out of harm’s way...and into the warmth of his embrace.
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Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, Falling Slowly
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okay having finished time war book I definitely did misjudge it. I expected it to be kind of vapid but actually, the central metaphor cohered really well and I think the stylistic choices ended up working in its favor less as Epic Truths About Life more as characterization for two immortal characters plagued by ennui and you know Brain Problems. Like they are this dramatic because they are feeling something for themselves/breaking away from their societies for the first time. In some ways this might have worked better as fantasy because a lot of the sci fi concepts were super vague and had the quality of like? Spellwork rather than science if that makes sense? like just say you're doing blood rituals if that's what you're doing imo. And there was a more fairy tale bit at the end that felt very natural. But at the same time I did like the device of using early metaphors to pave the way for later events and no matter how vague I cannot resist a fun sci fi concept so? u know what I forgive it for being a bit overwrought in places because it worked for the characters to communicate their distance from the world and their ability to speak each other's weird dramatic language. This was really enjoyable like a chocolate pie with good crust. Kind of a lot but like that's what you're there for when you eat chocolate pie
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Dark Mistress Bae! When do you think your love for Belle developed?
To start with, it's hard to hate someone when you watch them give their life for your father and little brother. And Papa believed in her so much. Even when I thought Belle was dangerous, it was hard to think of her as malicious. Pretty early on from her living with us, I knew she didn't want to hurt anybody. That made it hard to want to hurt her.
After that it was just a bunch of little things. Seeing her get better after coming back form death. Seeing how much Papa cared for her and how grateful she was to him. Seeing her be so gentle and attentive with Gideon. It was so clear how much the three of them loved each other.
As she got better she started helping out more on the farm and with Gideon, and I was just grateful to have that much less work to do. Belle wasn't good at most things at first, but she kept trying and she listened to me when I tried to teach her. It became easier to be around her, to think of her as a part of my family.
It just... I don't know. It all happened so slowly I didn't notice it, and then it was like it always had been. Like a sunrise, you know? You start in darkness and it keeps getting a little lighter until suddenly it's day and you'd be a liar to say it's still nighttime.
When the time came, I knew I'd be a liar if I didn't tell Belle that I loved her.
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