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                  {   i   -   ii   -   iii   }

As Long As There’s Christmas 

          ❝ I don't care who you are--              I just don't think that is right. ❞

        ☀ ▌Cupping the excitable mademoiselle´s hand in her own, Esmeralda´s skilled eyes first went for its shape; elegant, and dainty. “You’re a thinker. I see-….you’re restless, curious,” Downward her finger sloped, a smile curling at her lips, “and have quite the imagination.” Intrigued she pressed her free hand´s pointer finger to her lower lip, “But you feel…a bit of loneliness. Interesting, I rarely see lines like this. Would you say that’s about right so far?”

          Belle sat patiently, her hands still as the           other did her magic. She nodded as the           woman began to describe her, her smile           still intent. But-- it began to  f a d e.                      ❝ Oui---- ❞           Nimble teeth chewed delicately on her plump,           lower lip. As intrigued as she was, the brunette           girl began to wonder if her reading was going           to be all that excitable. 

Will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul?

                                                          [ ɪ, ɪɪ, ɪɪɪ ]

   It was weeks before his eighteenth birthday, and through way of pleading but mostly cajoling, he’d been allowed to get on open water, take a trip to somewhere he wanted to go. Which was… well… he didn’t really know. But the world that was appearing on the horizon… didn’t seem like altogether a bad place to dock. 

          Belle stood, or rather hid, behind a large tree. All that           was visible was her head poking around the side of it.           She glanced backwards for a moment, the girl had           barely left her front porch and already she was making           attempts to avoid people.                      This was pathetic, she told herself. Ostracized                     from her own society, oh dear. Belle brushed a                     stray strand of brunette curls behind her ear,                     and forced her legs to move so she walked                     out from behind the tree.                      Bonjour—!            Belle nodded in return, a small smile even curving at her           lips. There were only a few errands her papa required of           her. This would all be over soon——

Uptown Funk (feat. Bruno Mars) - Mark Ronson

Helen Oyeyemi, “Mr. Fox”  (via mermaidemm)

Tale as old as time..