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2.09 Painted From Memory - Shock + Sadness

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He tilted his head to one side when she asked him a question…then grinned doggishly. He wished he could talk, so he could tell her it was all on a dare. Turned out much better than some of the other people he did the same thing to, he thought.

"Well, whatever it was, I'm happy it happened." Outside of Thomas and sometimes Harry, Justine preferred the company of animals. They never judged her or looked at her funny. They never asked why she had white hair, or why she was so pale. They just loved on her, and she on them.

Natalie Dormer tells us all about Game of Thrones (x)

I feel like I’ve really earnt my stripes – I feel ready to play a lead, I would just love to prove I’m good enough to carry a project. But like any actor I berate myself on a day-to-day basis – I’m not doing well enough, or I didn’t get that role, or I haven’t done enough theatre… I’m shit, I’m shit, I’m crap, I’m crap… Oh, God… you know. It is important to stop and look and think how far I have come. We all need some TLC and to pat ourselves on the back from time to time.

And then he proceeded to add, “As… a date? It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to, but… I’d like it to be. It can be.”

"No.. I'd like it to be a date. I've never been on a proper one, and I'd like my first one to be with you." She slipped him a grin, shyly looking away before he caught the rose-pink of her blush.

He flopped his head to the side to watch her, a dopey grin on his face. “I suppose it’s my fault you’re amazing and lovable and beautiful and perfect, then. And that’s just not fair, since you do all the hard work. So, I’ll concede the point.”

"And yes, that is your fault. I wasn't this way until I met you, and then I just fell in love, and you flipped my world upside down." She shrugged, because it didn't bother her in the least -- Thomas had changed her for the better, truly. "I think we're an equal partnership in this relationship as to who does all the work."

And then it did occur to him that… “You might not be able to touch them. After they’re born, I mean. I don’t know how that’s going to work? We’re born with the Hunger. But you’re in love with me and that’s… Well, the situation is unheard of.”

She didn't know how this would work either. And she was suddenly anxious and bothered, picking at the skin of her palm with her nails, as if something was burrowing under her flesh.

Margaret claimed a table for them outside under a shady awning, where she was not likely to fry the machinery indoors— though phones in the immediate outdoor area all teetered on the edge of life before fizzling out completely.

Pushing her sunglasses into her hair, revealing the violet of her eyes, and a smile. "Maggie? I'm Justine." She held out out a hand decked in vintage rings.