born aloft on the wings of a favored swan

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and grief grows, Drea O. | grief series (via modernprophetic)

excerpt from body like lockdown, elliot (via foregore)

Melanie Laurent donned a gorgeous Blumarine Fall 2015 gown with a shimmering, rainbow-type print, matched with a black clutch. This gown was a showstopper - I originally thought it was an Elie Saab gown - that looked even more amazing in motion on the runway.

The Wendigo wiki for Until Dawn makes me really happy.

                   “ – And you have missed mine.”          It is not the circumstances that draw          fascination, merely this initial attention,          yet, she does not wish to voice this         and continue the argument. A person         who repeatedly misses her points and         clumsily twists her words is not worth         her time.                    “It is a more interesting conver-                     sation than most.”

               “It only holds interest for those of                  us who do not deal with it in any                  real form.  Theories are easier.”

             “ – One cannot define what is other                     without a solid understanding of                     the accepted whole.”      Bedelia is a person who enjoys being challenged,      however, in order for her to consider such a thing      suitably interesting, she must hold a respect for      her sparring partner. Here – such an awe is ab-      sent, and this argument is designated as an irri-      tating exercise in semantics.              “Typically, it is the very cause of death              that draws one’s attention. The young              rarely seem to die quietly.”

                         “Must we discuss the death                           of children?”

The blonde couldn’t help but smile - perhaps it was the shakiness, the familiar gestures.  “At least it’s a nice face.” One hand reached up to tip the edge of her hat in mimicry of a gentlemanly gesture - then she paused, with a fond smile.  “Mischa,” by way of a name, hers, although she didn’t say that.  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

There is brief moment he is reminded of Father; those strings of long ago, as he sees pale eyes. But mere instant passes and public smile curves, “I’m afraid it would be the former, mademoiselle. I’ve not made my presentation on the venue these last seasons,” And strong, veined hand is offered, “An expatriate as well.”

Ah.  This, at least, was an easy enough explanation.  With his lack of appearance and her own reluctance to join all but the most refined of parties (or the least, given her own proclivities on that end), there was very little overlap.  She didn’t know him.  Perhaps he bore a family resemblance to one of the others here.  “America affords me more opportunities, unfortunately for my country.  I would much rather be there.”  She took his hand with her own.  “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Why would it make it harder?”

          “Something like leading people on----                               Or being bored.”