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medandart:  Portrait derived from an anatomical drawing of the facial structure of a cadaver superimposed on an ancient greek sculpture by 18th century French anatomist Jean-Galbert Salvage.

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“Have you noticed anything strange about me lately?”

“… In what precise manner of speaking? Should I have noticed something?”

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“Very impressive.”

“Oh. Well, thank you, ma’am. Although the original paregoric was not a concept of my own making, the aniseed and camphor I added truly only affect the flavour. It was a minor improvement, though… arguably a necessary one. For the flavour. An unwell child is unfortunate in its own right, it is hardly fair, then, to have them endure a foul taste.”

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"This is ridiculous."

“ — Perhaps, but I’m inclined to remind you that there are some matters that are of a greater cause for concern. Unless, that is, I am woefully misinformed.”

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As evening approached, the day’s warmth began to subside, giving way to some cloud-cover overhead. The weather had been a trifle uncanny of late. It had not rained for nearly a fortnight, and the climate had been left rather dusty and stale by result.The cooler air gathering now was not unwelcome; it felt agreeable on his face. With any good fortune, this dry spell would end punctually; the harvest certainly wasn’t looking any better for it. Still, he could scarce contend with the elements, so he wasn’t yet of a mind to break a sweat. Francis looked on ahead, taking a breath of the countryside, listening to the sound of grit and earth cracking beneath his boots. It was easy on his ears.

If memory served, the Treneglos family was hosting some sort of entertainment tonight. He thought so, anyway. His eyes lowered, trailing along the path underfoot, avoiding the sun as it made its gradual descent. Generally speaking, Elizabeth saw to the handling of most invitations received. Likely thinking his own tact lacking when it came to the frequency in which they had to decline, these days. His expression twinged, at ease and good-humored. 

Then, at the sound of advancing footsteps—followed by a prompt greeting, Francis glanced up, brow lifting attentively. Upon recognition, his mouth broke into a smile. 

“Ah—luck of the devil, you’ve caught me neglecting my civic duties.” His grin broadened, and he grasped the other man’s outstretched hand, firm and amiable. “But, it does look as though we may be in a similar boat. Busy as ever, eh?”

It dawned upon Dwight in that moment just how little of Francis and Elizabeth he saw; and equally came to understand it was through no fault of theirs. He was never anything but caught up in work - there was no shortage of things to do in Cornwall. Those with which he chose to associate more often would more than likely be frowned upon by the haughtier members of their shared classes, and the very thought of them often made his stomach turn; hence, his tendency towards avoiding such invitations when they appeared. 

Despite the distaste, he concluded it really was quite nice to see Francis, and particularly with such a cheerful disposition, one which seemed to be less visible in the populace as of late. 

His free hand grasped Francis’ forearm, lips spreading to form a wider smile, bright eyes shining with mirth. “Though certainly a cheerful prospect, I regret to say an unlikely one. I am hesitant to say I rather enjoy it.”

No doubt it was better than the alternative. Dwight had never been one to overestimate his usefulness, but it was fairly clear to him that, had he not been around, it was entirely plausible that his patients would be in far worse conditions. The likes of Dr. Choake were available, certainly, but offered remedies at ridiculously inflated high prices and which often were only half as efficient. “How are you? And Elizabeth, I trust you are both well?”

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marie antoinette (2006) ►starter prompts

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“I shall never forget that you were responsible for my happiness.”

“I hope you like apple strudel.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Hopefully everything will go swimmingly.”

“It’s not my fault!”

“I heard he likes men.”

“Cheers!”

“Shall I get you a blanket?”

“That was unnecessary.”

“Very impressive.”

“I could ravage you.”

“Have you noticed anything strange about me lately?”

“I have enough diamonds.”  

“Come, my little truffle-cake.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“That one’s for me.”

“Good morning!”

“Happy birthday, darling.”

“You are adorable.”

“Are those your feet? They’re like icicles!”

“Let’s feed the lamb.”

“No, no, it’s not true!”

“Have you come to take me home?”

“I have to question your choice of friends.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“You’re winning, I hope”

“Don’t you wanna watch the sunrise?”

“He’s got quite the reputation, you know.”

“Let them eat cake.”

“I wish I could go with you.”

“Shall we retire to make love all night?”

“Four times last night wasn’t enough.”

“You look lovely.”

“It’s not too much, is it?”

“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“We’ll need an audience.”

“I’m saying goodbye.”

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Her mind got distracted by the sudden hand reaching out to hers, the softness of his fingertips smoothing against the knuckles of her hands. Caroline smiled, a sense of pink hue cluttering her cheeks. It was all coming back to her, the last day they were together all seemed like a good dream. And that dream was occurring again.

                  ❛ He does not. But soon, I would like for he to know.  ❛

Caroline then turned his hand over, so that herself was able to gently rub his hand. Her head looked down, looking at the grass that was beneath their feet, only to look up to Dwight again. The blonde-haired woman slowly walked up to the soldier, removing the small gap that was between him.

                 ❛ Perhaps it is time to… Become public?  ❛

The dusting of her cheeks solicited another quiet laugh, and Dwight found himself once more, truly endeared by the woman before him. Not just by her beauty, though certainly it was sufficient to wind him of its own accord, but her poise, her intelligence... the unmatchable wit. He swallowed, thickly, taking a moment of silence as if to allow Caroline’s words to settle upon his ears; to be certain that he was not dreaming, and she had indeed just confirmed his dreams aloud.

                     “Are you certain that now is the right time?”

He chided himself silently; was this moment not what he had been dreaming of since they had first met? His thoughts were stalled once more by Caroline’s gaze, and the change in proximity. Dwight released a quiet breath, and pushed the perennial anxieties from his mind to focus instead on the woman before him. 

                   “I have been eagerly awaiting the utterance of those words. If you are willing, then I am, Caroline.”

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Did my letters not satisfy you? They evoke pleasure and pain in equal measure.

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♔ THE POLDARK MEN ARE SHERLOCKED: __________________________________________

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet, Were once as soft as water.. And that’s the tragedy of living….”

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Though he received few invitations, it was even less common to find Dwight Enys present in actual attendance of a ball or other social gathering, for he knew that his time and attention was needed elsewhere. Medicine and ailments were constricted by time, parties were not. If he missed one, it was not a stretch to assume another would come around soon enough. 

He’d spent the afternoon visiting patients near Hendrawna beach and ultimately, decided it was not worthwhile to journey all the way to Mingoose Cottage and then onwards to the gathering. So, he had taken the opportunity to further enjoy his surroundings with a slow wander up to the centre of the festivities. Dwight walked, for several minutes in silence and allowed his mind to roam; he found it was often in times of peaceful thought that something important occurred to him. His momentary reverie was broken, not sharply, but by the presence of a familiar figure in the distance, heading in his direction. 

                      “Francis!”

A bright grin formed and Dwight removed his hat to greet the other, a hand outstretched. “Are you not attending tonight’s festivities?”

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                                               ❛ Yes… Definitely an experience. ❛

Caroline frowned a bit, if only he knew how hopelessly worried she was for him. Imagining the possibility the night in the tavern was potentially their last meeting. It was traumatising to say the most. The distance between them was foreign, and so Caroline closed the gap as she locked her arm around his, gesturing for the two to talk and also talk. There was much to talk about, especially from his end. Unfortunately, there was no news from Caroline. She stayed at Cornwall with her father, doing very little only to watch her uncle.

                                      ❛ He is doing well, I am very blessed for that. However,

                                                    He is very stubborn who he calls a doctor to him.

                                           To know you’re back in Cornwall, he will request for

                                                   you without a doubt. ❛

He nodded, hands linking behind his back. They were freed from their position moments later, and Dwight was enraptured as Caroline moved to place her arm through his. It was a symbolic confirmation; that nothing had changed between them despite their length of time apart. His thoughts while abroad had been massively preoccupied with this anxiety. Bright eyes crinkled as he observed her, lips pulled into a smile that would no doubt remain until they broke company once more - if they broke apart. He hoped that they wouldn’t have to, not ever again. 

                                “He has not been seen to by anyone?”

Dwight enquired, his disbelief quenched in an instant by Caroline’s final statement. His head inclined downwards and a quiet laugh escaped. “Then I suppose I should make haste? Truthfully,” he added hesitantly. “I would much rather spend time with you, discussing anything… or nothing.” Lifting a hand, he placed it gently over hers and allowed his thumb to move back and forth, rubbing gently across soft skin. 

                               “He is not yet aware of our… arrangement,                                                             correct?”

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Coastal path near Mawgan Porth

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I have perused your statement and I find it singularly unconvincing. No man, no educated man, can suddenly appear on a cliff edge and start building a bonfire without certain conclusions being drawn.

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repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 10 other people to do the same! TAGGED BY: @ofnimbleness

NAME: Dwight Enys. AGE: Predominantly early twenties, verse dependent. SPECIES: Human. GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, but these things are often fluid. PROFESSION: Medical Doctor.

{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Slender, toned. ( verse dependent; pre/during/post Navy, etc. ) EYES: Blue. SKIN: Fair. HEIGHT: 5′6″ / 173 cms. WEIGHT: 55 kgs.

{ FAMILY } FAMILY: Mother and father, one younger sibling.  PARENTS: Unnamed, tba. ANY PETS?: None, though if Tabitha Bethia comes to call he will more than likely give her some water.

{ SKILLS } COMBAT:  In general, a pacifist and in the military he served only as a physician so 3/10. SPEED: 6/10, more if there is a patient involved. STAMINA: 8/10. INTELLIGENCE: 10/10 TEAMWORK: 8/10

{ LIKES }

COLOURS: BLUES, GREENS,  RED and PINK. 

SMELLS: Lavender, sea air, vanilla, rhubarb, coffee and tea. FOOD: Roast beef, orange hard candies. FRUITS: Strawberries and oranges. DRINKS: Coffee and tea. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Not a huge drinker, though partial to brandy. FAVORITES: Seeing patients well again or their condition improving, visiting Ross/Demelza, Caroline.

{ OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [  ] DRUGS?: yes [  ] || no [ x ] || occasionally [  ] DRIVER: yes [  ] || no [ x ]  || occasionally [  ]

DONE! Now tag 10 other  people [ or more/less if you want ] : 

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I forgot everything. Your lips were so beautiful.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lipstick - A College Comedy. (via sentiment-or-profit)