#;v:we have all the time in the world (pre)

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Ralph Fiennes Macbeth

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

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Frankly, he was no longer certain what they had already talked about. They had...well, talked a lot the day before. He felt as though he had known her his entire life, and yet he knew very little about Maria. Which only encouraged him to get to know more about her.

"Like Beauty and the Beast," Gareth concluded, letting his hands disappear in his trouser pockets. He bit down on his bottom lip and sheepishly nodded his head. "Yes. I...do quite like the Arthurian mythology. My parents actually named me after his nephew." And his late brother after the king. "But...I also enjoy, well, Shakespeare, of course...Edgar Allan Poe...Blake, and I just started reading Master and Commander. Swashbuckling adventures," he chuckled.

He he wouldn't forget her so nonchalantly but Maria couldn't quite believe it. She'd heard before that someone wouldn't forget her but they did, and it was fine, she always had her books to return too. This was different though, with the others Maria had been, fine, when they'd forgotten about her but she really didn't want Gareth to forget her. She certainly wouldn't forget about him, and this, whatever this was, it couldn't just end when he went back to base.

Maria had been thoroughly swept off her feet. She'd fallen head over heels and she'd have to ask him but she wanted to be able to continue this, even if it was longer distance, even if it meant snatched afternoons every few weeks. They could write to each other, they could call each other. She'd learn to drive and spend hours in the car to get to him.

When he stopped and turned to face her she was pulled from her thoughts and back into the present.

"No, I think you mentioned that." Maria chuckled. "I adore romance, mystery, adventure, anything with even a whiff of a romantic pairing." She admitted. "I love getting the cheap paperbacks that are quick and easy to read, some people look down on them, I adore them. I can see you enjoying some of the big sweeping saga classics, set in very distant times. Gentlemen and knights and heroes with grey areas and struggles. Would I be right?"

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Ralph Fiennes Strange Days

"Oh shit. This tie doesn't go with blue."

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Ralph Fiennes The English Patient

as requested by @bingu-lou

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Ralph Fiennes The English Patient

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@tealeavesandthorns

“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.”

— Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls

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Ralph Fiennes

The English Patient

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Ralph Fiennes

The English Patient

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22 Days of Ralph Fiennes movies >> Day 21: The English Patient

"Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again."

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He already misses the warmth of her touch when she pulls away and stands up, though his attention soon shifts somewhere else. Gareth sinks a bit deeper into the cushions, barely able to drag his gaze away from her chest. Just as he likes it – not fully presented, but teased and hinted at. Barely visible underneath the shirt she is still taking hostage…

Swallowing, he finally does force his gaze up to meet Beth’s. The longer he looks at her, the more beautiful she becomes. The more he gets lost in her eyes. His bare legs move a little farther apart to give her more room, gaze locked with hers. “Do I have to work to get it back?” Gareth breaths out in a whisper.

Beth can't help a little shiver of a laugh, realising just how quick the moment can turn and paint things with a different shade of awkwardness. Movies and books don't seem to linger on that. No, everything is a smooth transition that is both glamourous and hurried. For one, how do they disentangle themselves from one another. Does it bother Gareth that she can't help but glance over at him, stealing little glimpses of his chest, his arms? Is it funny that she is still waiting for her bones to become solid, to become real again? Or how he manages to steal her breath when he looks up and assures her in his own self-diminishing way that he's got time to spend with her. More so that he wants to? "Italian sounds lovely," she murmurs as her gaze is drawn to his lip, to that hint of his teeth again and feels herself once more suffuse with warmth. He really is a beautiful man, isn't he? And that perhaps is how the Devil is born into the world. She slowly uncurls herself from the small sofa and imposes herself between his thighs. Several buttons undone give him the shadow of her breasts. Inviting as she settles her hands on his shoulders. "Den you should come get it."

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22 Days of Ralph Fiennes movies >> Day 14: The Cormorant

“And it came to pass that the waters closed over the face of the earth. Yay, and the earth was water. And out of this water came a creature of it.” *hums the Jaws theme song*

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@brokenthimbles cont. from a post of which I can't get the link, thanks tumblr

Wendy could see it, the confusion in his eyes. Not understanding not able to connect the dots. Just the desperation for help, to know he was safe to know this wasn’t a trick played on him by his mind or worse. “I’m going to wash the blood off your face…..” she whispered softly, but before touching or reaching out further she wiped the cloth gently on her own. Like one would drink a glass of whatever was shared in those old movies to prove it hadn’t been poisoned.

“I’m not going to hurt you G…… Lieutenant Colonel Mallory….. you’re safe….. ”

He watched her, his mind racing. No, she wasn't here to harm him. She was here to help, of course. How could he doubt her? Though after everything that had happened, trust definitely had become a rare good. And words did't mean anything.

Gareth hummed, unable to talk without pain. Half his face was swollen, partly infected, even the smallest gestures hurt. They had forcefully pulled teeth, and he still had the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. Hesitantly he relaxed into the cushions again. His muscles only thanked him with more pain. In the end it didn't matter; every single move hurt, from his little finger to his toe.

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22 Days of Ralph Fiennes movies >> Day 13: The End of the Affair

"This is a diary of hate."

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Ralph Fiennes Quiz Show

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22 Days of Ralph Fiennes movies >> Day 15: Land of the Blind

"I'm willing to risk my life for my country."

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22 Days of Ralph Fiennes movies >> Day 11: A Dangerous Man - Lawrence After Arabia

"All men dream. But not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity. But, the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible. This, I did."