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Ralph Fiennes The English Patient
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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 The English Patient
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The English Patient
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Ralph Fiennes
The English Patient
#;face#;v:we have all the time in the world (pre)#The English Patient#Ralph Fiennes#;;no time to queue
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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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@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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Ralph Fiennes Macbeth
#;face#;v:we have all the time in the world (pre)#;v:what are you going to do when you're not saving the world (post)#Macbeth#Ralph Fiennes
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Ralph Fiennes Wuthering Heights
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His heart, along with time, seems to stop as their eyes meet, and he gets lost in her gaze. The spell is only broken when Beth moves, and Gareth quickly averts his gaze to give her the space she surely needs right now. Though he can’t help but do steal a glance at her bare thigh for a moment…
He swallows and looks up again. “They won’t be missing me.” He isn’t that important, and the day has been quite so far, too. “What do you prefer? Indian? Italian? I’m sure we can find something; London is quite big. But…” His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his gaze dropping down to Beth’s feet before it wanders back up her toned legs. “I…” His brow rises. “I need my shirt if we want to have lunch…” Although it does look attractive on her.
For a few seconds there's only a silence between them, her head tilted and that wide-eyed doe-like gaze sweeps every inch of his face. She could be memorising the lines and the unfolding of his intentions or she could be sounding the depth of his soul. One can never be certain with that particular intensity of hers.
Then comes a gracious nod as she turns away. She starts to demurely gather her clothing, perhaps inadvertently flashing her inner thigh as she returned her stocking to its garter.
Her fingers are just as nimble with the silk as they'd been on his skin.
"Lunch sounds nice but only if dey can spare you. I would hate to be classified persona non grata because I stole you away from somet'ing important. Any idea wha' you have in mind? If not I could suggest some places where I've a standing table reservation."
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Ralph Fiennes Macbeth
#;face#;v:we have all the time in the world (pre)#;v:what are you going to do when you're not saving the world (post)#Macbeth#Ralph Fiennes
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An eyebrow rose at the other's speech. Frankly, there was no one he could trust lately. Perhaps one or two friends, but even with them he wasn't so sure about any longer... Yes, this Lieutenant here had helped him get out of the country - but still there was something unnerving about him. And Mallory was actually watching him like a hawk in this very moment. After all, he was chained to the table. If Reed was doing something, he couldn't even have defended himself.
Mallory leaned as far back in his chair as possible, arms still resting on the table in front of him. "Why do I get the feeling you are lying to me?" he wondered aloud. "You helped a...prisoner out of the country, and they send you to ask me for...what - information? I told them," he nodded his head towards the door, "everything I know. Everything I found out. Still they treat me like a traitor."
Lt Reed allowed himself to smile - which usually you didn’t at a superior officer’s barrage of verbal abuse. It was considered impertinence. Then again, the man before him did not look in the slightest like a British Army Officer. He looked like something that should be guarding a pyramid.
‘Chaps, I understand you have protocols to observe here but as this is currently still a military matter and not a national security one, can I ask you to leave me alone with Captain Mallory for a minute or two?’ His best Sandhurst impression. Usually worked with those who were used to leasing with the MOD.
As the spooks filed out, exchanging glances and trying to level a minatory look at Mallory himself too, which Sebastian blocked by standing in front of Mallory and showing them his back. His hands deferentially behind his back, subtly at attention, he looked straightforwardly - and entirely unapologetically - at Mallory.
‘Is this act for my benefit or theirs?’ he asked. ‘If it’s for mine, I don’t see why. I think you know you were out of your depth. The Americans turned over the entire base looking for you. I was interrogated like it was a Black Site, it was all laughable. But of course I don’t know anything. They still won’t tell me what’s going on,’ his eyes straying briefly to the door behind which the spooks were no doubt waiting like as many beagles in a car boot. ‘I thought you might. Chicksands sent me because they thought you might trust me. I did tell them it was unlikely, but you know, Generals in their infinite wisdom…’
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Ralph Fiennes
Schindler’s List
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