-Then you…
-Then I…
(Source: lexiecarolinegrey)
A R T H U R x A R I A D N E
this ficlet is a gift for Ashley, ‘cause she is amazing and i love her!
and so sorry for my awful english :(
Fingers were her working tool: to draw, to create plans, to build models, to be covered by ink… Furthermore, rings brought attention to the fingers and Ariadne used to bite her nails. In these shaking hands, in this tiny box, on this black velvet, shiny silver. No. White gold with an elegant diamond pendant. Oh God! a voice yelled in her brain. Godgodgodgodgodgodgodgod!
“Arthur, what- what is this?”
“A necklace.”
“Yeah but- but what does it mean?”
“I know you don’t like rings, so…” he whispered in a smile, stepping closer to her “… so I couldn’t consciously make my proposal with a ring.”
“Make your- Oh God!”
When the lights go up / All the girls start to scream your name
Is dim in the place I stand and you can’t see mePlease look at me for the first time / And write me a song with your guitar
christmas gifts ✧ for RhiJoe x Ellen
somtimes, i write RPF (and i don’t care if you don’t like). btw, sorry for my awful english :/
“You could stay here tonight… if you want.”, he asked with this famous smile that hides his eyes behind his dimples.
She had a talk show in NY today. David Letterman or someone else. Not her kind of humour but whatever. Promotion. Promotion. Promotion…
And so, she said yes. Even if the last time she was in the big apple, she ended up with a half-empty (or half-filled, following her disposition) bottle of tequila in her stomach. His apartment smelled, felt, sounded like him and she regretted her decision at the very first second she came in it.
She didn’t remember what exactly happened, but when she woke up the next day, on the couch with the empty ‘corpse’ of a Smirnoff lying on the floor, she stopped trying to remember. Thanks God, she still wore her clothes.
Slight footsteps obliged her to looked over her shoulders: him ; in underpants ; humming an unidentified indie song ; looking for milk in his fridge.
She wanted to disappear at this exact moment. But she didn’t move at all.
Joe x Ellen → Blue
“I hate blue.”
“Everybody loves blue.”
“…but me.”
“And this blue dress you wore for a photoshoot?”
“Oh God… you spend too much time on the internet for your mental stability.”
“It’s not the point. You look very good in blue.”
“So, buy me something in blue if you want, because I will never do it.”
“I will, I swear… I hope you thanks God every fucking day to have me in your life.”
“The more I know you, the more the idea that I’ve been a serial killer or a war criminal in another life makes sense to me.”
“Because…?”
“Kharma.”
“Bullshit! You love me, and the worst is that you know it.”
I’d like to walk around in your mind someday
I’d like to walk all over the things you say to me
I’d like to run and jump on your solitude
I’d like to rearrange your attitude to me
“Does it still hurt?”
The beef-steak he put on his left-eye answered her question. Seriously. This situation was ridiculous. How did these two grown-up men end up fighting in the middle of her living room?
“You should not have reacted the way you did.”, she sighed.
“He should not have talked to you the way he did.”
“It was pretty easy to find you.” he started to say, “Always on the roof. Wherever we work. Under the sky, counting the stars…It calms you. That’s why you hate Los Angeles. You can’t see the stars.”
ellen: “blablabla, mountains of Alberta, blablabla, moving my hands, blablabla…”
joe: *__________*
anon asked
Cillian Murphy/Ellen Pageor Cillian Murphy/Natalie Portman → FAV CRACKSHIP EVER ANON (and EP belongs to JGL)
