Gong Tae Kwang :
*Recognizes it's not Eun Bi First*
Gong Tae Kwang:
*Dramatic runs and catches a bus all the way to the love house without any hesitation*
Gong Tae Kwang:
*Hides behind the Lee Eun Bi as her defence squad threatens him with overwhelming cuteness (and plastic shovels)*
Lee Eun Bi:
*Thanks Tae Kwang and genuinely seems happy to have him next to her*
Lee Eun Bi:
*wakes up to Gong Tae Kwang's voice*
Lee Eun Bi and Gong Tae Kwang:
Playing at the love house and overall adorable dorks (in love) having a great time
sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Every time you go ashore, there is a risk you don’t return… a risk Nassau loses its most recognizable figure and a risk that would seem to be escalating. I am suggesting it’s time we take you out of harm’s way as well. I am talking about letting someone else stand in and play your role now and again.(3x01)
I’ve lived too long dependent upon Flint to be the one to hold our ranks together.
It’s time we finally had an alternative.
When we’re ready, when he’s ready, he’ll step into the role we’ve created for him… (3x10)
I’ve finally recovered enough to write down my somehow-processed thoughts on the finale and what future developments it may bring, so here we go.
The idea of building the entire episode around Flint and Silver’s conversation was so emotionally satisfying.
I can’t even begin to describe how invested it made me feel; it gave me everything I had hoped for, but also everything I feared.
A prophecy, a foreshadowing, the promise of a tragedy.
We got Flint shedding the last plates of his armor of his own volition, baring his heart to Silver, giving him access to literally every part of himself. If we take 3x01 and compare it to their recent interactions, it is evident how heavily dependent on Silver’s presence Flint has become.
He was utterly alone, the ghost of a man, driven only by anger and guilt and despair, terrified of himself.
His subconscious, manifesting itself in his dreams, literally screamed for him to not go that way, to save himself, but he didn’t listen.
Then Silver showed him a glimpse of concern, a hint of undestanding, and Flint latched on to that like a drowning man to a rope.
His subconscious told him that he was not alone anymore, that he could allow himself to lean on this person he had been drawn to like a magnet from the start.
And Flint did.
Piece after piece, he has trusted Silver with every weakness; in his starvation for companionship, for a significant bond, he has offered his whole self to him.
Silver needed Flint too, and still needs him to some extent, but as reliant as Silver is on his mind above everything else, he won’t let Flint invade his soul like a storm, not anymore. He said it himself, told Flint with disturbing coldness. He will be Flint’s end, not the other way around, because Silver just won’t permit it. Despite their bond, despite the feelings that might keep growing between them, despite the fire that links their souls to one another and that might bring them to acknowledge and act upon the magnetic pull between them.
When they eventually clash, Silver will be able to detach himself, and Flint won’t. There will be pain and suffering on both sides but Flint will be crushed under the weight of it.
Destroyed by the person he offered his soul to.