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Michelle Pfeiffer in Chéri (2009)

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DARLING CONFIDANT: VALENCIENNE ! ( wastempted‌ )

“  a  little  of  both,  truth  be  told.  ”        feather  soft  lashes  flutter,  and  there’s  a  playful  glint  shining  faithfully  in  her  eyes.    honeyed  lilt  billows  through  the  air  as  she  offers  her  answer,  and  she  delights  in  taking  her  place  next  to  a  dear  friend,  settling  comfortably  on  the  ottoman  next  to  hanna’s  chaise  lounge.    how  odd  it  is,  to  think  of  all  that  has  changed  since  she  left,  and  yet  nothing  seems  wholly  different  to  valencienne!        “  you  must  forgive  me,  anka,  but  it  seems  the  duties  of  an  ambassadress  are  never  ending.  ”        consider  it  a  pointed  look,  punctuated  by  gaiety  in  the  form  of  laughter.    it’s  all  but  common  knowledge  that  it  is  she  who  really  keeps  the  embassy  running.        “  and  i  don’t  doubt  that  you  have  missed  my  correspondence    ––    it  is  surely  the  pinnacle  of  your  week,  reading  my  letters!  ”        a  lissom  hand  reaches  absently  towards  the  ruffles  of  her  blouse  collar,    cheeks  boasting  a  youthful  glow.

 "VALENKA! YOU MUSN’T SPEAK LIKE THAT!” Admonishment with no heat; lips curling into a teasing smile and gently, a feathered fan ghost’s the younger’s shoulders in a mock jab before falling to the floor with a dull thud; eyes wide and bright and terribly curious. YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE COUNTRY -- Hands clutching at Valencienne’s fondly, tenderly. Truly, it had been too long: an ocean of distance between them and she drinks in the sight of a dear, trusted friend. Welcome home. “Even though I ask, you musn’t be truthful! I told you to be careful.” A touch more serious now; a grave and sullen blanching of her features and she gives Valencienne’s slim fingers a squeeze; perhaps she ought to give credit where it was due -- who could match Valencienne’s wit? Her charm and poise? LOVE HAD A WAY OF TAKING YOUR SENSES! “I cannot have my ambassador with anything but a spotless reputation, but you know I have complete and utter faith in you.” Her laughter matches Valencienne’s; champagne filtered and filled with joy; enough to cause an echo. Everything she feels is too much: OH, TO BE ALIVE AT LAST. “And I have. You’re absolutely terrible, you know that, Valenka?” A pointed stare; glancing sidelong from under lowered lashes and she tries to look stern; truly. She does. “Even Danilo is asking after you, and what am I to tell him? But you are here now, so there is no excuse. How is Paris treating you? You are positively RADIANT, my dear!”

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danilo is so fucking stupid but with a name like daniel danilovich idk what anyone expected

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GOD, SHE, 

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You could be my silver spring Blue-green colors flashing I would be your only dream Your shining autumn ocean crashing …

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@wastempted and i are the whole ass fandom but here we are

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hanna finds danilo drunk and passed out snoring on a bench and her first thought is of their waltzing together for an entire night and that folks is true love

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if you’re interested in a very lush production of the merry widow, let me point yall to the production i take most of my canon from.

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i hate the abbreviation for the canadian opera company solely because it says COC. 

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wasmerry‌:

im probably going to give them a son or something so hanna and danilo can leave russia and serbia on read during wwi

yeah he’s going to be daniel danilovich iii or some shit bc danilo would totally give his son the same stupid fucking name DANIEL DANILOVICH WHO IN THE FUCK

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hanna glawari really is that bitch.

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queen consort hanna????? is that you??

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                   WOULD I BE QUITE SO GLAMOROUS                        WITHOUT MY BANK ACCOUNT?

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im probably going to give them a son or something so hanna and danilo can leave russia and serbia on read during wwi

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  “HAVE YOU BEEN TOURING FRANCE SINCE I LEFT, VALINKA?” Voice warbling in sing-song rhetoric; a feline mischievousness and a caricature of HEDONISM in the Crown Princess’ famed smile. A nudge of ostrich feathers against unblemished, smooth skin; pushing, prodding, teasing at the wisp of a girl she’d met what seemed like aeons ago. BLUSHING AND ROSY ! A young but not blissful wife; a position she, herself, had held for her golden years; a circumstance that she could relate intimately to. The world needed far more Merry Widows than it did sorrowful ones, after all: what was death if not a harbinger of life? Laid out upon her chaise lounge like some Roman Empress; jewels and silks that turned her into a RAINBOW HIGH; a taste some might call GARISH, a taste that she had developed and adored. “Or has the Count kept you.. Grounded, as it were? You’ve been terrible with your correspondence! I ought to scold you. But I won’t, you know, for I like you far too much for that.”

@wastempted has entered the fuck house.