#outlander 3.08

I wasn’t on an island.

But I was out there.

25 Days of JAMMF - Day 20

→  Favorite Season 3 Hair Style

natural

curly

and blowing in the wind

(bonus → reminiscent of Season 1)

My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in play the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to the unlocking of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen—until I had walked into the printshop in Edinburgh, and the mechanism had sprung free with a final, decisive click. The door now was ajar, the light of an unknown future shining through its crack. But it would take more strength than I had alone to push it open.

I watched the rise and fall of his breath, and the play of light and shadow on the strong, clean lines of his face, and knew that nothing truly mattered between us but the fact that we both still lived. So here I was. Again. And whatever the cost of it might be to him or me, here I stayed. 

Outlander Parallels [3.01//3.08]

I wasn’t on an island. But I was out there. Wishing you’d come and find me.