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i've already dated it, this map is almost four thousand years old. - Ella getting into her gallery era~ @curseoffrell
ㅤ🎥ㅤTHE MUMMY (1999) – a collection of dialogues from ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe film. please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. - @curseoffrell
"Four thousand, four thousand are you sure? Should you be touching it? I mean not to sound like Indiana Jones but shouldn't we be putting this in a museum?"
✉ ella ---> lucius
ella: you’ll be here tomorrow, right? ella: i need your moral support
:: @ofmiidnight :: from dis thing ::
she runs to him and throws herself to him. effortless. like there’s nothing else but this abandon on her mind. and he keeps her close. like he’s eager for her softness. but his hands can’t quite grip her right. his mind can’t keep a straight line. and all he knows for sure is that her lips taste like something sweet and they’re moving against his, and he’s fallen in line with the patterns and motions. and he’s clinging to her a moment before he sets her from him. letting out a slow breath. but he can’t seem to look at her. because looking at her would be confirming something, something horrible and unnamed. something he wants to keep her from. she’s the relic of something. and he’s not sure what to call it. he wants to save her. but the only thing damning her is him. “I’m alright.” like she asked a question. she didn’t. but it’s some assurance. he’s not sure if it’s for her or him. but it’s out there because he knows that he has to be. “come on...” and he tries to make his voice inviting but it’s just low and heavy but he’s grabbing her hand and he hopes that’s enough for her right now.
:: @ofmiidnight :: from dis ::
her touch is gentle. it always is. and that surprises him. like it always does. he tenses when she starts cleaning him up. but for now he’s just watching her. he wants to tell her that he feels alright. but her offer is one he doesn’t feel much up for turning down. being alone with his thoughts is never a good thing. it all plays backwards to abandonment, fighting, doing things he might never recover from. he reaches his hands out and places his hands on her waist. he almost thinks that she’s going to flinch for sure and maybe she should. “I don’t need watching over. but since that’s an open offer I’m still taking it.” and he attempts at a smile but it falls short of being anything.
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:: @ofmiidnight
it feels almost like habit now coming to see her. something he’s stuck on without being sure why. clutching to something familiar, maybe. with every little thing changing all around them it’s like there’s not much else left. there’s the 100, narrowed down now. lost. there’s a piece missing, too. there’s all this building and moving forward and he’s apart of it. apart of something. this is not the Ark. he tells himself that every day, has told himself that. he fought for this place. it’s his. it’s all of their’s. there’s no more fighting. the war is over even if it creeps under his skin sometimes, or he sees a flash of it in Octavia’s eyes. the war is over.
he remembers Ella on the Ark, he remembers her dad. a good man, the kind of man that he wanted to think his own dad might be like but he only had vague memories of him. the sort of man he was hoping Kane would be. but he knew how hard it was to define good and evil on the ground. he didn’t want to lay out all of what it took. he didn’t know where he would fall. but there was no time for wondering now. keep a good head on your shoulders, never look back. a good soldier knew that. and now that was all apart of surviving. most of them had survived. and that was good. Ella had survived. and that was very good. he could narrow those things down. but not himself. he found her where he knew he’d always find her. the bustling of the camp, drowning out as he walked from it. the wall being put up. keep them safe and sound. or so he hoped. he had a lot of hopes. and some of them had died. quiet and in the dark of his own head. he had only just come back from another mapping route. a few bumps and scrapes. he didn’t need to see her. but he wanted to.
“hey, got a minute?”
{ @misplacedchildhoods }
Ella felt like it was too early for her to be awake with the sunlight streaming through the room, but she has a pounding headache that wouldn't let her go back to sleep. Stirring into consciousness, the blonde rolled over her spot just to find the space next to her occupied. Immediately waking up as she shot up from where she was lying, she held the blanket over her naked body as her eyes darted to her companion. Seeing Lucius peacefully sleeping next to her, the girl tried to rack her brains to remember what happened last night but she has no recollection at all. With her head feeling like it has been ran over by a truck, Ella shook the man by his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. "Lucius, lucius-- come on, you need to wake up now."