when he says “ily” but Dostoevsky said “i do not ask for your love in return. to love you is enough. to have known you, to have felt alive in your presence, that is my greatest joy and will carry it with me always”
goodness, so much poison to spew. are you quite content to have gotten that off your chest or shall you continue to act like a juvenile over whatever slight it seems I've done you? otherwise, it's repetitive.
critiquing my character, featherington, is something far beyond your expertise. i would stick to what i was good at, if i were you, though your options in that field are slim to choose from. perhaps if i need advice on which fabrics ›
the fact you chose to take it as a lesson in class as opposed to a remark on your drama skills speaks more about your character than it does— what is it? ah, yes. un—class.
@prayersaved her eyes are upon her daughter, as she and colin share their vows; however, when she feels the intensity of celia's eyes upon hers, she shrugs them off, with a quiet, soft chuckle. “ don't flirt with me, cece. it will get you nowhere. ”
@prayersaved “ thank you. ” it is a quiet mutter, audible enough for beloved as she reaches for the handkerchief, dabbing it at her eyes. “ hold your teasing. ”
❪ that gave her pause. truth be told, and by entirely her own fault, portia expected violet to have that job; or, even, colin's older brother. eyes became blurry for a second before she cleared her throat, sharply exhaling. ❫ »
I’m terrified. . . but i love him so so much. ﹙ she took a few deep breathes, from a nearby window she could see everyone facing away from her, all seated for her arrival, she couldn’t keep them waiting. ﹚
okay. okay i think— can you walk me down?
« i.. of course. of course i can, my girl. and um ... ❪ a pause, before she swallowed 'pon a dry throat. ❫ i'm very proud of what you've achieved, penelope. you're marrying a good man. you've done better than I ever had and that »