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“Y’know, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think Sleeping Beauty is supposed to be grouchy,” she teases, before turning more serious, hints of what might be concern in her eyes. 

“You’re being woken up, because I was released from work early and the floor looks terribly uncomfortable, so I thought that I’d offer to take you home for a bit and then bring you back––if you need me to––so that you can sleep in an actual bed.”

After all, she knows well enough how little sleep he gets. She would much prefer that what little he gets is actually good sleep.

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She had known, even before he began to speak––hell, even before she’d asked her question––that there was more than simply the loss of the seas. It always seemed more, on those nights where he would look so distant. That he would look so fragile. 

Yet somehow, when he gives his answer, the true answer, she realizes that she hadn’t expected it. Because he spoke of his crew at times. He often spoke of his ship. Of his tales and his adventures. Of the sea and of the freedom it granted.

But he had never spoken of a woman. Of someone who––by all appearances to the contrary of what his words would have her to believe––he loved. Deeply. Perhaps even hopelessly. 

So at his words, she falls silent for a long moment, simply watching him, seeing the play of emotions, and her own heart breaks a little.

It is late, or rather early, and it is only them in the bar. No other prying eyes or listening ears. Not even Mick had remained tonight.

And so, though at war with herself over whether the question would help or hurt more, she asks it anyway, her expression soft, her voice quiet.

“… What was her name?”

AJ.

So the question is, where can’t you return?

The question caught him off guard, and he froze entirely, his hand holding the edge of the counter-top so firmly that it was creaking under his crushing grasp. He swallowed, and tried to just breathe through the sudden pain that the innocent question caused, somewhere in his very core, somewhere where his heart once was, that felt so much like it was b r e a k i n g. He tried to deflect, managing to wave an idle hand. “Ye know where. Eighteenth Century. Home. The Sea.” But there was more to it than that. There always had been, really. Hidden under the surface, like the heart of an iceberg, only the tip of it visible and only then when he let it out, when he let it glimpse the sunlight for mere seconds before being slammed back down again and held imprisoned behind hard, cold walls. “Immortality’s jus’ gettin’ me down. The passin’ o’ the years, the changin’ o’ the world, the loss o’ freedom. It’s nothin’.”

To a place…or to a time?

To a form by his side, warm and restful, in a too-big bed. To a lie lived willingly, for the safety at first and then just for the comfort, the serenity of another soul to walk the world with, a contentment he had never thought he’d feel again. To being believed in and trusted in and loved beyond anything he could have ever predicted or hoped for…

To growing old, or otherwise, beside another, when he had never thought that had still been possible for him to w a n t.

But AJ was honest and AJ wouldn’t tell his secrets, and she wouldn’t laugh at him, or think him an Old Fool, or Weak, or any of the other descriptors he’d used to describe himself s i n c e.

Since.

“To a woman, Missy.” He finally let the confession slip passed his lips, with a wan smile. “As ye’d probably expect. Pirates were hardly known for their chastity.” It was the fragility and bitterness of the expression that showed it had been to him, something more than sex, something more than a pirate seeking companionship for one night before he sailed away, something more than just the usual playing with hearts.

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❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜

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“Oh! is that how that song goes on your Earth? Huh. Doesn’t really seem as catchy, sorry,” she replies with a shrug, as though in complete earnest before rolling her eyes, in mild exasperation.

“Come on. Look, I know… I know that Christmas isn’t really your thing, and I understand why, but I would feel like the worst heel of a girlfriend ever if I don’t have some kind of Christmas gift for you,” she says before leaning in and mock-whispering, as though about to share some important secret.

“I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not exactly the easiest person to figure out gifts for so can you at least… I don’t know, help me out? Point me in the right direction or something and then you can get your peace and quiet while I go Christmas shopping?”

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CHRISTMAS STARTERS

( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )

❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜  ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜  ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜   ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜  ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜    ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜       

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Dusty Button @dusty_button Principal dancer with @bostonballet Photo @button_built (Mitch Button)

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There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.

Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey  (via justanotherrpmusing)

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Do you hear me I am not afraid I’ve fought this long You will not Break Me

Dorothea Lasky, from “The Nurse Said,” featured in The White Review (via lifeinpoetry)

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In spite of everything that may have given you cause to be spiteful, surprise the world…and be delightful.

Bruce Adler

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Carlos F. Turienzo

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Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

Tyler Knott Gregson 

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Ekaterina Krysanova after Bolshoi’s Swan Lake

Credits to BEK studios

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Svetlana Zakharova in Two as One