Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal,—as we are!
Happy 200th Birthday Charlotte Bronte 21st April 1816 - 31st March 1855
Happy 200th Birthday Julia Margaret Cameron Pioneering Pre-Raphaelite/Victorian photographer.
Cameron was a controversial photographer, rebelling against what was seen as a good photograph in favour of a more ‘painterly’ approach, by breaking the mould she created some of the most beautiful images of the 19th Century. She was also the great-aunt of Virginia Woolf & Vanessa Bell.
Freddy Gould, 1866 Prince Alamayu Florence Beatrice Cenci (model: Kate Keown),1898 Mary Ryan, 1867 Marie Spartali, 1867-8 Julia Jackson, 1864 Thomas Carlyle, 1867
Hinata hummed lightly and tilted her head at the fancy menu. “Just how bloody is the Bloody Mary?”
The young waitress seemed to be caught off guard by the question. She’d been staring at the couple since they walked in and honestly they reminded her of The Addams Family. The male was tall and dressed in a triple black suit. His eyes were just as dark with an undertone of red when the light caught them. His hair was seemingly carefree hanging just above his shoulders. His face was just…breathtaking but not as much as the woman with him.
She was dressed in a long black dress that trailed behind her. Her hair was slicked back revealing cross earrings…and her eyes. They sent chills down the waitress’s spin. Pupil-less and opaque.
“Your beauty is scaring her,” the male simply stated.
“I…I…” The human girl stumbled. “We have, um, a vampire menu.” Her cheeks were a fantastic red.
Hinata smiled at the girl. “I think that would be delightful.”
She nodded and hurried off. Sasuke sighed and rested his cheek on his knuckles. “Why are we here? There are too many voices, sounds…people.”
“You’re too old not to know how to block that out.” Sasuke’s eyes narrowed but Hinata continued. “It’s your birthday.”
“I haven’t celebrated my birthday in fifty years. Why start again now?”
“Sasuke looked around,” she said softly. “So many things have changed and-”
“You want the lava cake?”
“Yes but-” she giggled and sighed. “It’s half off with birthdays.” She clasped her hands together. “I looked it up on the Google before we arrived.”
Sasuke shook his head. “You’re such an old woman.”
“Says the man that threw his phone in the fireplace.”
“It spoke to me.”
“Siri only wants to help. She’s very kind.”
“Remember when we didn’t have devices?”
Hinata nodded. “My students refer to it as The Dark Ages and I agree. I must ask would you give up your car for a horse again?”
Sasuke closed his eyes. “I was told that it ran off of a horse’s power. I am, therefore, content with my car.”