Oh my Goodeness

outlander #clairefraser caitríona balfe edit supermassive black hole

And his nasty “she’s so altered I should not have known her again” comment that he KNOWS got back to her starts ringing in his ears. And his cocky “yeah I’m just here to find a YOUNG, HOT girl to marry now that I’m SUCH A CATCH, whatevs” approach starts to make him feel queasy, because she’s HELPING, she’s trying to stay out of his way and help him pick a young wife, and she hardly ever smiles anymore, not really. He watches her slip out of rooms when he enters them and he hears her laughing with her nephew sometimes but then go quiet when anyone else approaches, and he doesn’t know what to do. Anyway, every fandom has a bunch of Pride and Prejudice AUs, but I WANT PERSUASION AUS. I NEED THEM. I NEED THEM. 

Matthew Goode's portrayal of Wickham was brilliant. I think the word louche springs to mind!

North & South (2004) dir. Brian Percival

[Pic - Sky]

[If it’s the scene that I think it is - TBH Matthew was a tool on a few occasions in Shadow of Night so your guess about which time this ^ was is as goode as mine. ]

Our lovemaking, no matter how intense, had not satisfied whatever was driving Matthew to keep pursuing me in spite of the fact that I was indisputably his. I was beginning to worry that nothing could. My frustration burbled over, taking shape in a concussive wave of air that carried him away from me and into the opposite wall. Matthew’s eyes went black at his change of position. ‘And how was that for you, my heart?’ I asked softly. His face registered surprise. I snapped my fingers, releasing the air’s hold on him. His muscles flexed as he regained his mobility. He opened his mouth to speak. ‘Don’t you dare apologize,’ I said fiercely. ‘If you’d touched me in a way I didn’t like, I would have said no.’ Matthew’s mouth tightened. ‘I can’t help thinking about your friend Giordano Bruno: “Desire urges me on, as fear bridles me”. I’m not afraid of your power, or your strength, or anything else about you,’ I said. ‘What are you afraid of, Matthew?’ Regretful lips brushed over mine. That, and a whisper of breeze against my skirts, told me he had fled rather than answer.

[If it’s the scene that I think it is - TBH Matthew was a tool on a few occasions in Shadow of Night so your guess about which time this ^ was is as goode as mine. ]

Our lovemaking, no matter how intense, had not satisfied whatever was driving Matthew to keep pursuing me in spite of the fact that I was indisputably his. I was beginning to worry that nothing could. My frustration burbled over, taking shape in a concussive wave of air that carried him away from me and into the opposite wall. Matthew’s eyes went black at his change of position. ‘And how was that for you, my heart?’ I asked softly. His face registered surprise. I snapped my fingers, releasing the air’s hold on him. His muscles flexed as he regained his mobility. He opened his mouth to speak. ‘Don’t you dare apologize,’ I said fiercely. ‘If you’d touched me in a way I didn’t like, I would have said no.’ Matthew’s mouth tightened. ‘I can’t help thinking about your friend Giordano Bruno: “Desire urges me on, as fear bridles me”. I’m not afraid of your power, or your strength, or anything else about you,’ I said. ‘What are you afraid of, Matthew?’ Regretful lips brushed over mine. That, and a whisper of breeze against my skirts, told me he had fled rather than answer.