He never looked at her; and yet, the careful avoidance of his eyes betokened that in some way he knew exactly where, if they fell by chance, they would rest on her. If she spoke, he gave no sign of attention, and yet his next speech to any one else was modified by what she had said; sometimes there was an express answer to what she had remarked, but given to another person as though unsuggested by her.
“He could not forget the touch of her arms around his neck, impatiently felt as it had been at the time; but now the recollection of her clinging defence of him seemed to thrill him through and through, to melt away every resolution, all power of self-control, as if it were wax before a fire.”
– North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell
↳ You think that because you are rich, and my father is in… reduced circumstances, that you can have me for your possession! I suppose I should expect no less from someone in trade! I don’t want to possess you! I wish to marry you because I love you!
Rian Johnson Cleared Up His Comments Concerning TLJ Romance on Twitter. Bless Him.
Thank Heavens for a Director that is not afraid to let the truth be known. He made it crystal clear that the romance in TLJ will not be of the snarky, gooey-eyed variety, which Han and Leia obviously shared in ESB. The author in the Vanity Fair article either misinterpreted Rian’s remarks, or the author is obvoiusly an ant*. LOL~ I never doubted it for a minute. Nor did I think we’d have a fun loving, bantering, sexually innuendo and double entendre’d romp with Reylo in TLJ (not to say we won’t have something like that for Ep 9) like we did with HanLeia. For all it’s explosive chemistry, those two injected a level of humor and lightheartedness to their Ship that was in your face and obvious and sweet. The overt remarks from Han. (You could use a good kiss/ Sorry sweetheart, I don’t have time for anything else/ My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?/ Scoundrel? I like the sound of that.) Even amidst the war, they managed in all three films to inject happiness and good natured flirting into their romance.
This Ship, however (Reylo) is an INTENSE one. No overt flirting (yet) by the son of the scoundrel towards the woman who handed his ass to him on a silver tray. No overt innuendo (and ‘You know I can take whatever I want’ while innuendo, wasn’t exactly flirty). No hand touches, teasing, or wise cracks at the ladies expense. Not only does Kylo Ren have NO idea how to approach Rey (given in fact he IS attracted to her) but he has a mountain sized parcel of baggage to unload before they can even get to the stage of friends. I feel this film will go a LONG way to show them forming a further Bond, a greater understanding, and perhaps SOME degree of communion with each other, either through a vision, a dream, or in the flesh. I still feel he will save her life somehow, which will further endear 'Ben’ to Rey, and allow her to see there is more than a monster inside. I still think they will get to know each other better, which will allow further 'love’ to grow. But this film is probably not the vehicle for the culmination of that love. For believability purposes alone, it’s too soon. So I’m thrilled to read Rian’s tweet and know we are still on the path to hope.
In whatever capacity we get 'romance’ from them, rest assured it will be not be a teasing one like Kylo’s parent’s shared in ESB. It will be dark, dramatic, angsty, and hopefully heart wrenching ala Darcy/Elizabeth, Heathcliff/Cathy, Thornton/Margaret, Mr. Rochester/Jane. ETC. Honestly, would we REALLY want it any other way? Kylo is a Byronic Hero. Not a fluffy unicorn. I am SO HAPPY right now. Bring on the drama. I love it!
I totally watched it from about half past eight at night to one in the morning, because I have lost control of my life. But it was good; really good. The woman grew on me episode by episode, and Richard of course was wonderful. I am such a sap for stories like this; love having no bounds, no class restrictions, true love conquers all.
Richard Armitage gives me way too many feelings for me to handle. I don’t know what to do now. Send help.
And can I just say that I love when she leaves the North, and he’s watching her carriage leave…and all he wants her to do is turn around…to look at him…like…
I would have looked, John. I’m just so in awe with him, seriously.
OR OR OR OR WHEN HE JUST SMILES AT HER WHEN THEY’RE AT PARTIES OR AT ONE ANOTHER’S HOUSE?
AND THAT KISS AT THE END OH MY GOD. My face literally turned into that heart eyes emoji. The way John Thornton looks at Margaret when he kisses her, and how fucking delicate he is with her, GUH.
TALK ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND THAT TIME I COULD NOT EVEN.
AND THEN…AND THEN WHEN HE SEES HER IN THE REFLECTION OF THE TRAIN AT THE STATION AND REALIZES THAT SHE’S STAYING WITH HIM:
Clearly I loved North and South, and I loved him in it.
I did as I set out to do last night, and that is fall in love with this man all over again. But I didn’t just once, I did about twenty to thirty times. Not sorry.
Mr. Thornton did not speak, and she went on looking for some paper on which were written down the proposals for security; for she was most anxious to have it all looked upon in the light of a mere business arrangement, in which the principal advantage would be on her side. While she sought for this paper, her very heart-pulse was arrested by the tone in which Mr. Thornton spoke. His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tender passion, as he said:–
“Margaret!” For an instant she looked up; and then sought to veil her luminous eyes by dropping her forehead on her hands. Again, stepping nearer, he besought her with another tremulous eager call upon her name.
“Margaret!” Still lower went the head; more closely hidden was the face, almost resting on the table before her. He came close to her. He knelt by her side, to bring his face to a level with her ear; and whispered-panted out the words:–
“Take care.–If you do not speak–I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way.–Send me away at once, if I must go;–Margaret!–’” At that third call she turned her face, still covered with her small white hands, towards him, and laid it on his shoulder, hiding it even there; and it was too delicious to feel her soft cheek against his, for him to wish to see either deep blushes or loving eyes. He clasped her close. But they both kept silence. At length she murmured in a broken voice:
“Oh, Mr. Thornton, I am not good enough!"
"Not good enough! Don’t mock my own deep feeling of unworthiness.”
Mr. Darcy & Elizabeth: “You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me.” “If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
Mr. Lefroy & Jane Austen: “I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I’m yours. God, I’m yours. I’m yours, heart and soul."
Captain Wentworth & Anne: "I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago."
Mr. Thornton & Margaret: "Miss Hale, I didn’t just come here to thank you. I came… because… I think it… very likely… I know I’ve never found myself in this position before. It’s… difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you… are very strong…” “I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you; I had no thought for your reputation!”
Mr. Nobley & Jane: “It’s as if I have never known you before this moment and naught else matters in this world but you, and how my heart beats for you. I love you.”