“And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don’s wife, or an outlaw’s lady?”
“I was born for you,” I said simply, and held out my arms to him.
Heart, head and hands addresses three main motivational systems that affect people. some prefer cognitive approaches, some prefer affective and some prefer practical. and all three affect all of us to some extent. (insp.)
“I thought I lost you,“ she whispered into her heart, her soul. “I thought I lost you.”
idk bout yall but this is how I imagined them coming together after reuniting once again at that RE: The Final Chapter reunion scene. Doc who?
I got rid of Alice’s coat and gloves for obvious reasons, alright? Now this is only the first. I’m planning to make more. Hope you all love this! hit my inbox and yell at me how this art made you feel.
We walked arm in arm down the cobbled slope of the Royal Mile at a quarter to five, suffused with a glow engendered by several bowls of well-peppered oyster stew and a bottle of wine, shared at intervals during our “private communications.” The city glowed all around us, as though sharing our happiness. Edinburgh lay under a haze that would soon thicken to rain again, but for now, the light of the setting sun hung gold and pink and red in the clouds, and shone in the wet patina of the cobbled street, so that the gray stones of the buildings softened and streamed with reflected light, echoing the glow that warmed my cheeks and shone in Jamie’s eyes when he looked at me.