me at 15: wow, Evey Hammond is 25! she's like a Proper Adulty Adult!
me at 30: she IS an adult, but...she should be at the club (read: Shakespeare In The Park)
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The fact that V isn’t a tumblr sexyman is so confusing to me
I mean look at him! He’s so hot and morally questionable!!!!
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Today's problematic ship is Evey Hammond and V from V for Vendetta
Toxic
Stockholm syndrome
Age gap
Requested by anonymous
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Maybe, no revolution? Maybe we should just "find our own tree"? A, Edmond Dantes?
— You, of course, won't take off the mask, will you?
— Of course.
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"My mother said I broke her heart...but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us...but within that inch we are free."
Valerie's letter, V for Vendetta
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"Evey…" V breathes softly as she presses another hungry kiss against the face of Guy Fawkes, she can hear his breathing, tight and labored as he leaned in towards her affection.
"Im going to try something…let me know if its too much." Evey announced, locking eyes with her lover, his eye may have been hidden but she could feel his intense gaze nonetheless.
She places a final kiss against his facacde before pausing briefly, a seconds hesitation to allow him to stop her, to recoil if it was too much too soon, but while she felt a trimmer coursing up the body beneath her, V allows her to claim the hand once stroking her collarbone, guiding it up to her lips to press a soft kiss against his bare wrist.
His reaction was as expected.
V flinches as if her lips were made of fire, perhaps they were, but unlike the fire that ravaged his skin, she sought only to sear the memory of this moment within him, with every kiss pressed to her tragic lover's body, his breathing grew harsher.
Trying and failing to acclimate to the feeling…
"V, Your doing great…" Evey praises softly kissing his long fingers again, pleased to feel that he was slowly but surely relaxing under her ministrations, V grunts softly but seems far too betwitched by the image of the woman before him.
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