#anthony ceccoli

He falls in love with her before he even lays eyes on her.

There's a showing at a local art gallery, and one of his buddies invites him along (invites, drags... One of those things). He comes because he has nothing better to do, because he's too tired to argue, because he cannot close his eyes without seeing things too horrifying to even wrap his head around and maybe seeing something beautiful will help.

Not likely, but hey, he's always been an optimist.

Most of the art is... It's fine, really. Good, even. Clearly there's a talented group here tonight, and he's lucky to be seeing their works. But there's a dark cloud over him, one he's been carrying since the war, and it's hard to marvel at brushstrokes and color combinations through the fog.

Then, he sees it: a single painting, relatively small, tucked into the corner of the room. It seems almost alive with color and movement, and he makes his way to it without another thought. Birds are scattered across the canvas, giving the illusion of flight, and he can almost feel the wind on his face. The sunlight in the horizon might only be strokes of yellow paint, but they cut straight through to his heart, and he's reaching forward before he realizes.

He's not sure what he expects, but nothing particularly magical happens when his fingers brush the canvas; he half-expects to find himself drawn into the painting like some sort of cheesy movie, for the way his heart is racing.

Racing. Beating. Alive. He's alive, and for the first time since coming home, he feels it. Every bullet that flew past him, every bomb that exploded far too close, everything he lost, and he survived.

Suddenly, he's aware of someone watching him. He looks back warily, instincts bracing him for battle, but he finds only a young woman-stunning, with a smudge of paint on her eyebrow and stains on her hands-looking at him curiously.

The artist, he surmises, and then, belatedly: she probably doesn't want me petting her painting.

"Uh, sorry," he says slowly, withdrawing his hand. "I was just-" He doesn't quite know how to explain, how to say your painting touched me, and I needed to touch it.

Thankfully, she only smiles, waving him off. "Don't worry; I'm just glad someone likes it."

"I'm sure lots of people like it," he protests, gesturing back to it. "It's amazing."

Her smile grows shy, and she lifts a single shoulder. "Lots of people said they liked it." The words are quiet, but he's never heard anyone so clearly. "But you... I could see it."

Ridiculously, he's half-aware of his cheeks growing warm. She's still looking at him, still watching him, and he can't bring himself to look away. "Anthony," he half-blurts, holding out his hand. "I'm Anthony. Tony."

Her eyes dance, and he feels like he's made a complete fool of himself, but when she takes his hand, that seems to matter very little. "Well, Anthony Tony, I'm Priya. You know, I haven't really had a chance to look at the other works here; care to look around with me?"

ENVER GJOKAJ AS VICTOR IN DOLLHOUSE | “True Believer” - 1x05.

50 eps of 50 shows from the 2010s ↳ Dollhouse // 2x13 Epitaph Two: Return     *aired | January 29, 2010

The acting, the plot and the cinematography were all incredible and the ethical questions it raised were super interesting to think about

There’s so much I could say about this show but I’ll just share the cliffnotes (Spoilers obviously):

Topher has been added to my list of favourite characters of all time (the balance of his humour, genius and moral development - he broke my heart in the Epitaphs)

Topher and Bennett were weirdly perfect for each other and both of their ends hurt to watch

Sierra/Priya and Victor/Anthony are adorable in every way possible (and are awesome characters individually)

Adelle DeWitt is such a fascinating character (definitely a favourite)

Boyd took my love of the father figure trope in fiction and threw it in the trash

Echo/Caroline is a fucking badass

I loved Alpha so much and wish we got more of him

Paul and Echo’s ending was sweet in a really weird way (RIP Mellie/November/Madeline though)

My heart breaks for Whiskey/Dr Saunders’ entire story

I actually kinda liked Mr Dominic after we saw him in the attic (and in that one episode when everyone was drugged)

The actors on this show are all phenomenal