Brianna was coming down the stairs as he pulled the door of the study closed, moving with exaggerated caution. She arched a brow in question and he lifted the folder, smiling.
“Got him,” he whispered.
She didn’t speak, but an answering smile spread across her face, bright as the rising sun outside.
– Voyager by Diana Gabaldon
When it comes to the discovery of Jamie in the records of Ardsmuir prison, I feel like this little detail gets overlooked. Jamie is often associated with imagery of the sun in the book. Is this Brianna being associated with the sun in a way that creates yet another thing she’s inherited from Jamie? Or is the sun that is associated with Jamie shining on her because the record of him has been found and it brings her one step closer to him personally?
y'all remember that Moment™ in voyager when it’s just a shot of the closed doors of a turbolift and they open and captain kathryn janeway of the federation starship voyager is standing there flanked by two other crewmen and she’s holding this giant plasma gun and her face is cold as steel and she and the squad walk out of the turbolift and into the hallway ready to just DESTROY and it’s so synced and flawless??? i gain 10 years on my life every time
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.
My vision was growing gray at the edges, and floating bright spots covered Jamie‟s face. Was I really bleeding to death, or was it only cold and shock? It hardly seemed to matter, I thought muzzily; the effect was the same.
A sense of lassitude and utter peace stole gradually over me. I couldn’t feel my feet or legs, and only Jamie’s crushing grip on my hands reminded me of their existence. My head went under water, and I had to remind myself to hold my breath.
The wave subsided and the wood rose slightly, bringing my nose above water. I breathed, and my vision cleared slightly. A foot away was the face of Jamie Fraser, hair plastered to his head, wet features contorted against the spray. “Hold on!” he roared. “Hold on, God damn you!”
I smiled gently, barely hearing him. The sense of great peace was lifting me, carrying me beyond the noise and chaos. There was no more pain. Nothing mattered. Another wave washed over me, and this time I forgot to hold my breath.
The choking sensation roused me briefly, long enough to see the flash of terror in Jamie’s eyes. Then my vision went dark again.
“Damn you, Sassenach!” his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. “Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I’ll kill you!”