#amarulasmile

@amarulasmile

My dear,

I thought to take something from the masters, Steal one of their works and claim it as mine. Because I can’t even hope to muster Words and phrases as beautiful or as fine. But that would be unfair to you, for that Would cheat you of praises to call your own.

This poor attempt is barely worthy of Your great intelligence and beauty. Though It is all that your poor agent whom Love Has but made into a slave could bestow. Having naught else to offer but hoping That you’d still smile your Amarula smile

Bond had loved someone like Q before.

Her name had been Vesper, or so she’d said. Names have power, she’d told him, and even though he’d known better, even though his training had instructed him to do precisely the opposite, he offered her his own. She laughed, voice like bells in the breeze, and his fate had been sealed. Her smile curved with malice or affection depending on the lighting, and storms raged in her eyes. Perpetually cold and ever in motion, Vesper was a true tempest, vengeful and adoring and perfect.

Bond had loved her, and she’d died.

From a yet-untitled and yet-unposted (!!!) supernatural 00Q fic.

Yes:)

i see NO LIE here