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"I’m not too fond of ice, dear. I’ve had enough ice to last me into the next century or ten.” Curious, he brings his metal arm up chest high in front of the young woman. “Let’s see.”

         "Yeah well, I'm not either, but I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life." She rolls her eyes, a tired huff admitting from her lips. When he brings his arm up to her eye level, the corners of her mouth turn downwards into a frown. "I'm not going to freeze your arm, what if I don't just freeze your arm but all of you? I don't have much control over my abilities. And I thought you had enough ice in your life to last ten centuries?"

     ”I’m terribly sorry. You could have informed       me from the beginning. I’m fine with it.”

            "I figured I'd let you have your fun until               it got intolerable.        Do you listen to               any other music or strictly classical?" 

       oh yeah, munday’s still a thing.

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“ Careful, darling, one might think you somehow resent me, if you insist in maitaining that tone of yours. ”

The girl seemed to lack a filter. That was not necessarily an issue, but she would have to learn to restrain herself in public. Hopefully, he would not have to teach her about ethics.

“ As for my murdering you in your sleep, it all depends on whether or not you intend to be this opinionated throughout our marriage. ”

Loneliness was not necessarily a problem. Money ensured women found him rather than he seek them. And, as if such were not sufficient, Knox was conviced he was attractive to both the opposite and same sex. But he had not gone through all the trouble of drawing her into his home, only to then kill her.

The wedding would be left for her to manage. Well, her and catering. Knox had far more serious and urgent matters to attend to, but he would do whatever was required of any good groom.

“ You actually possess the ability to hold your tongue? —— you had me fooled for a moment. ”

The young man studied Althea, watched at the corner of his eyes as they both ascended the lengthy staircase. Such observations were only interrupted, when the brunette spoke once again. So much for silence is gold. “ I am not that theatrical. ——- sadly. But you may have to learn the difference between a gunshot and fireworks, as I constantly surrounded by both. And while I will gladly agree to your isolation, your presence is required tonight at dinner. Staff would like to become acquainted with you. Tomorrow I must leave early, and they will be your constant companions. The library is by the East Wing. I’m certain you’ll find use for it. ” 

             "Well, we wouldn't want people to think that                now would we?" Her tone drips with sarcasm, something she can't refrain from in his presence. It's questionable whether  it's her large dislike for him or if's the small glimpse of his personality that she's seen rubbing off on her. She  hopes for the first rather than the second because she would hate to be such a cruel being like him.               "I have an opinion on everything, just                sometimes I keep my mouth shut and                 sometimes i don't. Depends on the                 company. She studies Knox out of the corner of her eye like he does with his own pair, her lips smoothing into a straight line as they both walk in sync with the other unintentionally.                           "I'm very blunt and sarcastic with people                 I don't like. Or so I'm told.         Learning                  the difference between gunshots and fireworks,                 got it. Is your staff as charming as you are, or                 do they take people's feelings into consideration?" Her tongue is quicker than her mind and the filter she's  possessed all of her life was left behind at the door.  Althea's brows scrunch together in frustration as she turns her head to look at him, her filter quickly building as she bites her tongue. She thinks of a way to word the sentence in her mind without her sound upset with the news of his leave, because she will certainly be jumping with joy tomorrow morning, but knowing the small fraction of him that she does, he'll mock her.                 "You're leaving the day after you get your soon-to-be                   wife in the house? How long will you be gone? Forever?"

"Well I like the second one because of the Black Widow, but the first seems the best."

              "Well, pick one, I'm fine with either.            Or maybe we can watch Captain America."

     ❝Walking into our apartment is like walking into Narnia        …y’know without the lion and the wardrobe, but we’ve you got you as the witch and me as the ghost. Even though there wasn’t a ghost in Narnia, but you get the point.❞

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Hades and Persephone AU

AU in which character A is the dark God/dess of the Underworld who falls in love with innocent Spring God/dess character B. You can either have A kidnap B, or have B as the willing runaway.

                        that’s the thing about ｐａｉｎ                                         it ＤＥＭＡＮＤＳ to be ＦＥＬＴ

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Jekyll & Hyde Sentence Meme

A selection of lyrics and quotes from the Frank Wildhorn musical Jekyll & Hyde.

He didn’t really know what to say — a lot of her being able to control the powers completely came from within, with having confidence that she could, in fact, control them. Nolan knew about losing control, maybe not to her extent, but he could understand a piece of that feeling. The fear of killing others and knowing that your hands were adequate at ruthless murder. The hound wanted Thea to realize what she was capable of, capable of control and standing up to her abilities, even if that was only a fraction, because she was wonderful and she was powerful        and, most of all, she deserved 

                                         h a p p i n e s s. Gentle hands moved up to cradle her face between his palms, calloused skin lightly brushing along her cool cheeks, and green hues full of love and devotion and acceptance peer into hers. Even when Thea pushed him away, the hound would  always be patiently waiting, and he would always return when she called for him. Though her words rang some sort of truth… there was also fault in them too; there were cracks that could be further worn away to reveal something marvelous. If only he could have her see that. Nolan only wanted her to be able to see what he saw —

    “You’re powerful, Thea. You’re much more powerful than anythin’             I’ve encountered and I love that about you. We may be tickin’             time bombs, but we manage to reset ourselves in one way or             another. Sometimes we need t’slip up for us to fix our old             mistakes… sometimes we need t’slip up so we can learn.” He chewed the inside of his cheek, full lips pursed in quiet though before he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Nolan pulled back again, still holding her face between his hands and there’s a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.    ”Fear is th’one thing that seems to hold everyone back — and          I know you’re afraid… I understand that fear, and it’s a horrible          feelin’, isn’t it? It’s worse when you think y’have no one else out          there for you ———     but you’re more than that… you’re more than what y’give yourself             credit for ——— you’re not alone. There may not be another             individual out there like you —                                       but you’re not alone.” He feared sounding repetitive and that she would only further  reject his words but, honestly, he anticipated her doing so; Nolan  truly wanted Thea to understand — even if that meant reminding  her over and over and over and over.                ”We’ll find a way                                                 together.”

Althea didn't feel powerful and wonderful like Nolan thought of her as, and she certainly didn't feel that she deserved happiness, even though she did. It was hard to really feel anything since the day she killed her family, anything but self-loathing, self-pity, lonely, depressed. She was so absorbed in her won melancholy that she didn't realize what she had now, after everything she's been through, was a small form of happiness. Being able to walk into a room and sit on a couch next to someone without them trying to lock her away again or giving her a crazed and scared look was a start to happiness, a start to her power retreating and becoming more submissive to her whims. Thea just hadn't realized it yet.  Her touch is gently when she brings her hands to close around his wrists, almost like he were a piece of glass and would shatter into a million pieces once she touched him. Of course, he didn't because he was Nolan, and he was her rock. The one that would always be there for her time and time again, even when she pushed him away like a plate of finished dinner, he would still be their waiting for her. Her thumb barely touches his skin as she strokes lines over the bone in his wrist, trying to express how grateful she was for him without words, because she doesn't think she'll be able to voice anything except her complaints at the moment.                     "What kind of slip is it going to take for me to learn that                      I can live up to the expectations of everyone around me,                       or for me to forgive myself for killing my parents? Am I                       going to have to K I L L someone again to realize that it's                      a way of life for someone like me, because I'm practically a                      fucking fairytale character?" Her words are harsh and self inflecting, but she doesn't expect any less from herself and she assumes that he doesn't either, that he's gotten used to her constantly hatting herself so he always knew what to say and do. Althea's just fortunate her grew used to it instead of sick of it, because then she wouldn't just T H I N K she was alone, she was actually be alone. His lips are warm against her always cold skin and she takes comfort in the calming feeling that waves over her body in the following seconds as he pulls away from her. Looking up to see that sincere and reassuring smile brings another wave of ease crashing over her body. Her shoulders hunch even more so and she closes her eyes as her touch on his wrists becomes more prominent, her body realizing that he's not going to turn into a block of ice.                     "          You and me? What happens I F one day you lose your                      control because you've been so focused on me getting mine?                     We'll be right back here again and I'm not as S T R O N G as                     you are, I'm not going to be any help because I'll just fall apart                     with you."

"Maybe." Okay, yes, he did.

                 "Nothing to be ashamed of. I really liked those firemen calendars." Those were her thing.

                ❝ Look, just hear me out—— I’m not here to  h u r t  you. ❞

           "Sorry, but to have to understand why I don't believe you. Right?"