You loved that woman, Vicomte. What’s more, you still do. Quite desperately. If you had not been so ashamed of it, how could you have treated her so viciously? – Christopher Hampton, Les liaisons dangereuses
So, this happened. I can’t stop laughing. My nephew said to Misha, “I’m going to hug Dean and you do whatever you want.” (Dangerous thing to say to Misha Collins) Love this shot. Misha is such a good sport and Jensen didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him. Love these guys.
What was he thinking when he showed up at
the ball, jittery fingers in his pockets as he meddled and toyed with the loose
thread of his cuffs, biting his lips as he struggled to crane his neck all in
hopes to see you.
God, Jimin felt so significantly weak when
the proposal was announced, bestowed with practice, as if this was all planed
out since the beginning. There was a spasm of emotions that overwhelmed him as
he casted a gaze upon you the moment you searched his eyes in the crowd. The
look of utter disbelief, loss and bafflement was splayed on your features, in
the eyes that he once could trust his heart with.
He could have run up to you, take you in
his hands and make a dash for the moonlight, away from the palace and the cruelty
of this world that forbade the love of the princess and the pauper. But reality
sank in when everything that surrounded him reminded himself that he could never do that.
This is where you belong. This entire
palace is where your heart and soul is forever placed while his is cast away in
the depths of the village town, hidden among the wild flowers. There was a long
exchange of emotions as Jimin gave you a hard condescending look, one of deep
agonizing realization before looking away and disappearing into the crowds
before he makes another mistake of hoping.
He could here the distant calls of the
prince, but Jimin was unfazed by it, maneuvering his way until he was choking
on the stale air of Friday evening. With every swift step away from the crowd, away
from the palace, away from you, the spectrum of thoughts that clouded him
became too unbearable. With every slam of realization that hits him in the
guts, he tries to hold back the tears. It became too apparent as to how
vulnerable he was to love, how easy he was to hope to be with you, only to
realize how impossible it was to