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{ Hiatus. May well only be temporary / partial / whatever, but I’m spending most of my waking hours wishing I was dead and am in no real frame of mind to do anything right now. Figured I’d spare you all the miserable OOC posts and just disappear for a bit until I’ve pulled myself together. }

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     “Has the love of your husband ever saved you from anything?”           “Mr Strange?” smiled Arabella. “No, never. I am more in the habit of saving him!”

x  Roleplay blog for Arabella Strange (née Woodhope) from Susanna Clarke’s ‘Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell’, and the subsequent BBC adaptation. x  Independent, selective and semi-exclusive, other fandom and OC friendly. x  Mun has 8+ years of experience, 3+ on Tumblr. x  Multiverse, singleship with this piece of trash magician. See the rules and verses pages for more information. x  Mun and muse are 21+, any NSFW or potentially triggering content will be tagged. x  All icons / GIFcons made by the mun; thread lengths vary and mun adores memes and crossovers. x  Ask is always open, and Skype is available for plotting.

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Ruth Wilson - Golden Globe Awards 2015

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{ And that’s everything I owe on this blog. Starter call is over here, should anyone want one! }

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“I forget my training more often than not, don’t worry.”

“And I should be asking you how to put up with them - you’ve had longer to practice than I have!”

“You’ve been well trained, haven’t you?” She laughed, taking a drag from her cigarette before she spoke again. “I hardly know how you put up with them.”

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Eberjey Delirous Triangle Bralet ❤ liked on Polyvore (see more mesh bras)

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“But where is the fun in that, Professor?” She was laughing. “Besides, what I said was hardly untrue.”

“Now, now, Fräulein Kost. I know it goes against the nature of everyone in this building, but behave.”

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“From what I’ve heard, Alec, you’re hardly a paragon of virtue yourself.”

“Is that what passes for an innocent suggestion these days?”

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There’s a very small number of women who get to do the best material that’s around, and there are probably only three movies scripts a year with good female roles in them. So there’s a limited amount of material to do. With television there’s so many shows led by women, it’s amazing.

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“Oh, nein, not at all. Take all the time you need, Lieb. If you delay long enough, your boy will be back from his next number.”

“That is, unless you don’t want to be in here while I change...?”

“That was more information than I really needed, but thank you.” He’d recovered almost entirely now, and finished retying his tie as he spoke.

“Do you need me to hurry up and get out of here?”

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I simply want to take a break and catch my breath. But I also think that, sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is to deliberately keep some time free and see what the world throws at you. – Ruth Wilson

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She thrusts a hand into the pocket of her own coat, a gesture initially meant simply to deposit the cigarette case again, but what little warmth and protection the confines of the fabric offers to her icy fingers is too welcome to relinquish quite that quickly. 

“Pessimism is what I’m leaning towards too, don’t worry.” She chuckles, words mingling with an exhale of smoke. “Und ja - I work at the Kit Kat Klub, on Motzstraße? Nights like this, it is far too cold to venture too far from there when I need to pay my other line of work some attention.”

It’s almost as if at the mention of the word cold, that the temperature suddenly makes itself known to him, an icy chill running through his body, almost setting his teeth a-chatter. He draws his coat a little closer about him (   much too cold to be left at home, even if just a thin shirt may gain the most attention   ), relishes in the tiny warmth the cigarette gives, no matter how false it may be.

“Why do I get the terrible feeling they won’t be seeking our attention,” He sighs and takes a drag, before pulling it away again as he lets out a light chuckle, “Or perhaps I’m being pessimistic? We could be lucky yet.” And he casts an eye to the establishment in question and…yes, it’s be a long time before they find out if he’s right or not.

“Is this your usual haunt then?” He asks, turning back to her.

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Ruth Wilson

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She was laughing, too, as she lead the other woman out of the dressing room and towards the bar.

“I couldn’t agree more. And something seems to be working in our favour tonight, at least - our lord and master is nowhere to be seen.”

“What are friends for?” She chuckled.

“We shall, that would be absolutely horrible…” It was joking of course, she actually quite enjoyed her job.

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For me, there is a stigma attached to playing beautiful parts. They are often empty characters whom the action happens around. I’m more drawn to characters with a complex internal life, who have a burning frustration underneath that keeps them going.

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“You’re welcome. We all need a treat now and then, after all.”

“Well… thank you, Cherie!”