“They started to dance. Soon, the other guests drew back to watch, as if following a silent command. A circle formed around Cesare and Lucrezia, with the young brother and sister involuntarily taking centre state. […]Without doubt, Cesare and Lucrezia were the most beautiful couple in the ballroom. Their smooth moves, the elegance of their clothes, their poise and the harmony between them attracted everyone’s attention. An uninformed observer would’ve believed them to be the bridal couple, because they were smiling at each other in deep understanding like usually only lovers did.”
Either Caesar or Nothing - Jutta Laroche
@lucrizias I’m dedicating this one to you! bc you helped me a lot with your gifs lessons lol and I know how much you love this scene of our bbies.
“ We’re gonna be happy, Lex, you and me. We’re gonna have the best life, Lex, you and me. We’re gonna be so happy. So you can’t die, okay? You can’t die. Because we’re supposed to end up together.” “We’re meant to be. “
AND THEN THERE’S THAT ONE MOTHERFUCKING SHIP THAT MAKES YOU SQUEAL AND SOB EVERY TIME YOU SEE IT, AND IF THEY’RE SO MUCH AS IN THE SAME ROOM YOUR HEART GOES INTO FLUTTERS AND THINKING ABOUT THAT ONE OTP JUST MAKES YOU FEEL SO MANY THINGS
And a HAAAAAAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY TO MY HOMEGURL @silverbuttercups NYAHAHAHAHA IM MANY DAYS LATE BUT DOES THT EVER STOP ME????? NO.
The first time I met you, I hated your guts.
“Good job, sweetie!” Her praises felt like acid dripping into his ears.
“I can’t believe we’ve won our first battle!” Her statement felt like fire scorching in his heart.
He only stood there a few steps away, hands roughly clenched into fists and toes curled inside his shoes. The crimson bangs of his hair shielded the pure fury that had long seared in a pair of silver irises. In and out he tried to breathe properly. In and out each attempt ended in seething, uneven failure.
White teeth gritted madly once her voice rang at him.
Dull nails dug deep into the skin of his palms, he finally shot his head up and glared at the disgusting excuse of a trainer.
…Or was about to, until shock widened his eyes at the sight of an outstretched hand and a sweet smile.
“That was a great battle!”
It was sickening. Her enthusiasm was utterly, completely sickening.