those eyes will kill me someday

007 Fest Prompt List

Just like last year, I’ll be using a prompt list for daily ficlets during the month of July. Feel free to challenge yourself with them as well!

1. “You don’t know how to dance? Come on, I’ll teach you.”

2. “Your boyfriend is standing outside in the rain like one of those cheesy romance films.”

3. “You look beautiful. More than usual, I mean.”

4. “I push you away because it’s all I know how to do!”

5. “Your fatal flaw is loving a man like me. It’ll get you killed someday.”

6. “I’ve stood in hell and stared Satan in the eye. But frankly you scare me when you’re angry.”

7. “I go on drives with the windows down to get the smell of you out of the car. But it’s still there.”

8. “You can’t tape a broken heart back together with whiskey, you know.”

9. “You promised you’d still love me when you came back.”

10. “I’m not always going to be here waiting for you.”

11. “I could have loved you like that.”

12. “Just leave. It was easy enough for you the first time.”

13. “So… how are you brothers?!?!”

14. “I… I missed you. So much.”

15. “I don’t do karaoke.”

16. “Don’t change for him. He’s not worth it.”

17. “Where the fuck are my underwear?”

18. “Who the hell does that at your age?”

19. “If you think I’m going to let you keep that, you’re out of your mind.”

20. “You look like a clown in those trousers.”

21. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

22. “You know, it’s funny. I’m certain that jacket looked better on my floor.”

23. “You look good enough to eat.”

24. “Normal people knock first.”

25. “You can use mine, if you want.”

26. “What happened?”

27. “You need to leave.”

28. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

29. “I have to protect you.”

30. “Stop hogging all the blankets.”

31. “Don’t touch me.”


Title: Amaranth(P.11)
Pairing: Peter Pan(OUAT) x Reader
Warnings: Abuse mentions, cussing, dark themes, smut.
Author notes: Requested by Anon: ‘There are no queens in Neverland. Just me.’  
Summary: A Demigod makes a deal with The Evil Queen to get away from the curse and ends up in Neverland. Peter Pan is not impressed with the female on his Island, but when he realizes she might just be as dark tempered as himself, he might just change his mind. After all, there aren’t any Queens in Neverland.

He left soon after his last comment, laughing lightly at himself when he saw how astonished I was. There was nothing I could say to him, he quite literally left me speechless and then, he left me enraged. My eyes seemed to only glow even more red when I finally wrapped my head around what he had said.

A weapon. That’s all he said I was. I didn’t matter as anything else. I didn’t matter to him at all, those nights, kisses…none of it mattered and I should have known better then to think they did.

I was the fool in the end for letting myself believe that a demon like Peter could truly have any feelings for anyone, but himself and I was even more of a fool for letting myself have any feelings for him.

I had told myself from the beginning, not to fall for any of his tricks and I fell for the most obvious one of them all. I fell for him.

I snarled out loud, not caring if anyone saw me or heard me as I lifted my hand, letting a large burst of flames fly out, erupting across the forest floor before a crack of thunder sounded from above me. I let my anger continue, I let it feed the clouds, the lightning and the thunder as I spun around and made my way straight for Killian’s ship.

My eyes gazed through the bushes as I looked onto the beach, watching as Killian and his crew rushed to secure their ship from the crashing waves, the ocean bending and shifting to the storm that was being created. I moved closer, but kept hidden when I saw Peter appear near to Killian, his eyes searching the darkening skies.

“What’s this about?” Killian growled, hurrying over to the boy.

“She must be quite angry.” Peter replied bluntly, his face contorting into a grin. He slowly turned to face Killian. “You’ll need to head out soon, before she makes it any worse.”

The pirate looked up at the skies as the rain started to drip down onto the sand. “You better calm her down if you want my help, Peter. How the hell are we supposed to fly out of here in this?”

He sneered. “You’ll have to figure that out then, won’t you? I’m not interested in calming her down, anger only makes her stronger, besides…it’s not my problem, you have a job to do.”

Before Killian could respond, Peter disappeared and I took the chance to storm out of the bushes, heading right for the pirate who only looked at me with a weary look in his eyes. “Aye, Las…Calm down.”

My brows shot up as my hand came up, sending him back with a burst of energy, pressing him roughly against the side of his ship. He growled. “You better be careful, Y/N…No one who thrashes me around my own ship gets away with it in the end.”

It took everything I had not to roll my eyes at him, only giving him a dark grin. “We’ll see about that Killian.” I did release the energy after a moment, stepping closer to him. “Let’s go onto your ship so we can talk.”

The dark haired male searched my face for a moment before running his fingers over his mouth, nodding bluntly. “Aye. Hurry then, before he returns.”

Once we were on his ship, I rounded on the pirate. “What is his plan?”

His brows shot up, a bit shocked that I was so quick to business. His tongue darted out, running over his lips as he ushered the rest of his crew away from me. “Las, you need to understand, if he finds out I told you anything…anything at all, I’m done for and my end of the bargain isn’t fulfilled.”

I raised a brow. “Fine, let’s negotiate our own deal, Killian. I assure you, he won’t find out a thing.” I followed him off the deck and shut a door behind me before walking down a few stairs. “What is your deal with Pan?”

“Why are you going behind his back then? Aren’t you guys some sort of weird evil…I don’t know, do you not reign together on this bloody Island?” Killian asked, raising a curious brow.

“No.” My tone was sharp, not leaving any room for questions. “Your deal.”

The pirate nodded. “Right, I find what he’s looking for and he gives me a way to kill that blasted Crocodile.”


“Aye.” Killian caught my confused look and took a drink from his flask. “The Dark One; Rumplestilskin.”

“You want to kill Rumplestilskin?” I let out a light giggle before nodding some. “And let me guess, Pan will give you more dreamshade?”

“Have you not seen my hand, Y/N?” Killian snapped, watching as my eyes trailed down to where his hand used to be.

“What hand?” I smirked, reaching my hand out to gesture for his flask. He reluctantly handed it over. “I just think it’s an interesting task to accomplish. Not that it’s impossible, but dreamshade won’t be enough to kill someone like Rumple.”

“What makes you say that? It’s the deadliest poison there is in any realm.” Killian took the flask back after I took a few drinks.

“But the Dark One is smart. Smarter then you, smart enough not to let dreamshade kill him in the end. I bet I can help you, something better then some measly poison.” I scooted closer to Killian, my gaze catching his as it swept over me nervously. “Do you know who my father is?”

“Those horns give me some clue.” He replied dryly.

“Hades. If you kill Rumplestilskin, you’re not guaranteeing that he can’t someday come back.” I smirked at his angered expression. “I’ve seen it happen. My dad likes deals too.”

“So what are you getting at, Las?” Killian set his flask down, his attention fully on me now.

“Say you do kill him with dreamshade, what if I give you something better. To make sure he stays that way.” My eyes caught his, I grinned. “What if I gave you a deal with my dad…Rumplestilskin’s soul. All yours.”

The pirate swallowed, his eyes darkening with the thought of such revenge. He grinned. “You might be more ruthless then that bloody demon.” His arm reached out as he pulled me towards him. “Aye, Las. I’ll accept your bargain, now, what do you want?”

“What is Pan looking for?” He opened his mouth to answer and I quickly cut him off. “I want you to work for me, but secretly. You keep working for Pan, but you’ll report any details of his plans to me, hm?”

He nodded. “He’s looking for a boy.”

I furrowed my brow. That was simple. “A boy?” I scoffed, thinking that Hook had just lied to me. “He has plenty, what would he need another for?”

“Not a Lost Boy. A certain boy. I don’t know why, I couldn’t begin to tell you the whole plan, only one other person aside from Pan himself knows the whole idea.” Killian raised a single brow, as if expecting me to instantly know the answer.

“Felix…” I whispered, my eyes shifting to the side as I pictured the blonde in my head.

“Aye.” He ran a hand through my hair with a smirk. “I wager if you spark an enticing deal with him, he might be willing to give you some details, but he’ll be harder to bargain with then myself. Boy’s bloody loyal to Pan.”

I turned my head to catch Killian’s look, cocking a brow at the look on his face. “Well then, do we have a deal, Captain?”

He smirked. “Aye, but I like to seal my deals with pretty girls a bit differently then a handshake.”

My lips turned up into a small smirk and I pondered if he was hinting at a kiss to seal the deal or something more. Of course, even if it was just a kiss…if I guided it further it’d be a great bit to hold against him if he crossed me later on. A part of me also wondered, if Peter found out…Would he be angry?

“And how would you like to seal the deal, Killian?” I asked, grinning a bit.

He smirked, bringing a finger up too his lips, tapping the plump flesh a few times. Without hesitation, I leaned forward placing my hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into me so I could bite his lower lip once before I kissed him roughly.

The pirate groaned lightly into the kiss from the gruffness of the kiss, his single hand gripping at my side as he pulled me against him, his lips moving with mine. I grinned into the kiss, making him bite my lip this time in retaliation from my smile breaking the contact of our lips. Once they reconnected, I shoved his shoulders, making him fall back onto the bed he had sat on earlier, I let myself fall forward with him, landing above the pirate with a smirk.

My hand lifted and I used a pinch of power to pin his hand above him, the other arm and hook free to move, but leaving him unable to touch me. I stopped kissing him, pulling back as I moved down to kiss the side of his neck, my hands sliding across the buttons of his shirt.

His head tilted back with another groan, eyes shut tight. “So much for just a kiss.” Killian whispered, snapping his eyes open in surprise when my hand went further down from his chest, grazing over the front of his pants.

“Kisses are boring.” I murmured against his skin, my teeth nipping his jawline. “Would you like me to stop?”

The pirate laughed lightly, letting his hips move up against my hand. “Does it feel like I want you to bloody stop, Las?”

I let out a dark chuckle as I sat up, straddling his hips, my hands reaching back up his chest to undo each button, slowly revealing a trail of skin until I reached the belt around his waist. Ignoring that, I tugged his shirt open, moving it off his shoulders before leaning down to kiss the newly revealed skin, my finger nail dragging roughly down the trail.

He moaned softly, cursing under his breath. “If you drag this on much longer, I won’t be able to control what happens next.”

I continued to ignore him, letting my nails drag up and down his bare sides, my mouth leaving bites down the side of his neck and chest all the way back up to his lips. My own hovered over his, making him arch up for a kiss before I pulled back, letting my tongue slide over his top lip.

Setting my hips down against his, I rotated them slowly, feeling the hard member underneath our clothes as I let out a moan. The moment of pleasure was enough to pull my focus from the bit of energy that held his hand down and before I knew it, he had me flipped on my back, his hook coming up to set against the top of my dress.

There was no hesitation when Killian used the sharp tip of his hook to rip through the leaves and fabric of my dress, his hand ripping the rest of it from my body. My back arched, a moan falling from my lips as I felt the cool air brush against my bared skin.

The pirate scanned his eyes over me once, licking his own lips before he dipped down, his mouth instantly attaching to my chest, swirling his tongue around my nipple, nipping the small nub lightly before he switched to the other side. He brought his single hand down, sliding it between my legs, not wasting a single second as he slipped a finger inside of me.

I let out another moan, the sound drowned out by a loud crack of thunder above the roof of the ship. He smirked against my skin. “Still angry?”

“Stop talking.” I responded, not admitting that the storm wasn’t from pure anger at this point. Killian knew many more things when it came to his fingers and his mouth then a boy like Pan did and I couldn’t stop the noises that fell from my lips.

Killian reached down to slide his pants off, his excitement pressed firmly at my entrance. His eyes reached mine before he bucked his hips up, pressing himself inside me. He stretched my walls more then Peter had and it took me but a moment to adjust to him before I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The pirate pulled back, grunting when he pushed back in, his angle and speed changing each and every time.

I bucked my hips up to meet his own movements, my nails dragging over his back as he attacked my neck, leaving bites across it, the marks healing over just as fast as he made them. His speed increased towards the end, the villain no longer caring to drag out the pleasure. We both wanted the speed and friction to much to slow down.

I let out a scream of pleasure, but Killian was quick to drown it out with a deep kiss, his tongue shoving itself into my mouth, quieting both the noises we were making as my walls constricted around him, his member twitching against them. We both hit our ends with a final thrust before the pirate groaned, pulling from the kiss and from my entrance as he moved to lay next to me. Our chests moving rapidly while we tried to catch a breath.

“I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal, Y/N.” He smirked, watching as I pulled magic to me to redress myself, despite him having ripped my dress into pieces earlier.

I smirked at him as I stood up. “It’s a deal then, Captain.” I winked before disappearing from his ship, appearing just a bit outside of Peter’s camp. My connection and power in the Island was getting stronger, it barely took anything for me to do what I wanted now.

Peter must have sensed my sudden presence, I watched as his head snapped up, the demon currently sitting on a large log near the campfire before his eyes fell on me and he stood up.

He almost made it to me before I brushed past him and made my way over to Felix, sitting beside him with a harsh glare sent towards the Neverland King. I watched as his face turned into an angry sneer and I wondered if he was jealous about Felix or if he smelled the sweat from myself and Killian.

I didn’t bother to ask, only grinning as I watched the different emotions pass through his eyes.


The following video shows an emotional speech given by a student in front of GNB/Venezuela military guards, some of them who can’t keep themselves from sharing tears after listening to her talk about how discontent she is with the crisis the country is currently living in.

English Translation:

“Me too. I also work everyday to be able to maintain myself, to be able to study, because my mother has no money to pay for my college tuition or any other luxuries. Everything I have, I have it because I work hard, because I want to go further, because I don’t want to depend on anyone. But how can I do it when that is not possible in this country no matter how much effort we put in?”

«We are going to get through this.» 

“But how? How, when they don’t even support us?”

«They will support us. The moment will come, because they are Venezuelans too and it also hurts them.» 

“Think of your families. If they kill us, nobody is going to do something about those deaths. Fight because someday we can all live in a country where not even the police will be afraid to go out. Because there will be no need of insecurity killing us all. Fight for that!”  

She gets in front of the first woman 

“Look, you’re a woman and you’re crying because you are feeling what I AM feeling. I can see you’re all teared up. Look at me, look me in the eyes and feel what I feel.”

She gets in front of the next woman 

“And you too because I know you were crying, look at your eyes. Fight for us, fight for you and for your family. What do you want? You want Venezuela to completely fall into its knees so that you all can recapacitate what we are living? Is that necessary? Is it necessary for more people to die so that we can go further? Ask yourselves and think how many venezuelans have to die for this to end. So that we can all stop agonizing day by day.”

“Take off that uniform. Today, you should all be ashamed you’re using them.”

“When will you all realize that this country is exhausted? We can’t continue dying here, we just all want to move forward.”

Short silence

“It looks like those uniforms takes your souls away. And when you take them off, what do you feel?  When you take that uniform off, tell me, what do you feel?… 
Why don’t you look me in the eyes?”

Lost Stars (Request #21)

PROMPT: “I thought I saw you out there crying. I thought I heard you call my name. I thought I heard you out there crying. Y/n. What’s wrong?” JungkookXReader. Fluff/Angst.

Song Inspiration(s)/Reading Music: Alive by Sia. Lost Stars by Adam Levine.

Setting: AU. Medieval-ish.

Synopsis: But, we were not built for the life of the lambs. No, both he and I, were honed and forged for the life of wolves. We were made to slaughter lambs, and slaughter we did… Rival assassin clans join together through the love and devotion of star crossed lovers.

Lost Stars

I’ve been running my whole life. Running from the person I was—the person I am. Hoping, in vain, that I might forget; but these scars linger, and so do the memories.

Eventually, though, there is nowhere left to run. Eventually you have to face your demons.

Even when they hurt you.

Even if they kill you.

Even if they are you.


The first time I met him, I was a broken, bleeding, festering mess. Barely breathing, and covered in the-gods-only-knew what, I clung to this world with only defiance and spite and determination in my veins.

“Leave her,” one of his subordinates said flatly. “She’s dead.”

He pressed his ear over my heart, felt the shuddering, rattling breath on my lips. “No, Yoongi, this one’s alive.”

“Then she’s as good as dead, and we should put her out of her misery.” The tip of one of his blades slid from his sleeve so quickly, I missed it entirely, only felt its cool steel sliding across my skin.

The dark haired boy screamed, shielding my brokenness with his strength. “NO! PLEASE! DON’T!”

Yoongi scowled, but released the blade from my throat. “Jungkook, you are soft. Someday, that softness will get you killed.” The boy’s eyes roared, gleaming with the light of the stars above us. Yoongi snorted at the glare, seemingly unimpressed. “Look, we have duties to our clan. If we do not kill her now, she will slaughter us in our sleep. Better off that her clan die off in one fell swoop.”

“No…” I croaked, finding the remnants of my voice, hoarse as it was.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, turning on me with those stars glinting in his gaze. Yoongi, if he was capable of being shocked, didn’t show it, remaining utterly impassive with those lifeless, bored eyes. “No, what?”

“You’re wrong. I won’t—.” I tried to sit, but my body screamed with the effort, and I fell back shaking and sweating and frustrated. “I won’t kill you. Not if you take me with you, but if you don’t I’ll find you and make your clan pay for my suffering.”

Yoongi flipped the dagger in his hands, the sigil of their clan gilded in gold at the hilt. Then, after moments of weighing my words, and probably deciding the best, most brutal way to kill me, he narrowed his eyes, and said, “You’re in no shape to make such threats, little one.”

“I only need one good arm to kill the likes of you,” I spat.

Yoongi gave me a half smile. Practically beaming for the likes of him. “Jungkook. Grab your damsel in distress, and let’s haul our asses back to the keep. You know how Princess Jin gets when we’re late.”

“You know he hates it when you call him that.”

“Yeah? And I hate going on these damn mission. We all deal with the shit life gives us, and make…oh, whatever, let’s just get the hell out of here.”

And, with that, I was whisked away from the ruins of my life into his world. A world that made me want to forget about running. That made me want to watch the stars glitter like jewels in his eyes.

A world that I wanted to build and share and love alongside him.

But, we were not built for the life of the lambs. No, both he and I, were honed and forged for the life of wolves. We were made to slaughter lambs, and slaughter we did…


“I am so sorry for your loss.”

The phrase electrified me, shocking me until my eyes were nearly falling out of my skull. It was no secret that our clans were rivals. We had warred each other for many years, but it was not their knives which took my brethren’s lives.

His face yanked the waiting agony free from its harness, and I nearly screamed. Our beloved leader. A traitor. A murderer.

Their prince presses his lips to my matted hair. To two of the wary, alert guards, he gestured to me. “Please, get her cleaned up. Have Namjoon tend to her wounds.”

I had heard rumor of Prince Seokjin’s kindness on the wind, but never thought I’d witness it myself.

“Thank you.”

His hands are on me in an instant, carrying me, holding me, cradling my broken body gingerly. “Let me take care of her, your Grace.”

“You Jungkook? But, you—.” A gentle knowing nod, and then, “Very well. I task you, Jeon Jungkook, with the care and charge of our newest assassin.”

The flicker of a smile crossed his mouth. “Thank you.”


“I can do it myself,” I growled, lips peeling back from my teeth.

He snapped back. “No, you can’t. Now, quit squirming.”

It had been weeks since my arrival, and he’d been hovering over me incessantly. With two broken legs, a fractured arm, and several cracked ribs, I suppose I wasn’t in the most prime condition, but I was not to be coddled—ever.

“I liked it better when you were cowering in fear of me.” Grunting, I let him guide my head and arms into a clean tunic.

He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes. “I was never scared of you.”

“Oh?” I gave him my best death-inducing glare.

He stiffened imperceptibly, but refused to break eye contact as he slid me out of my pants. “You’ve got nothing on Yoongi.”

Touché. The Weapons Master was indeed the master of more than literal blades, he was good at tossing and slicing them from his eyes, too. I shuddered at the thought of his frozen gaze meeting mine.

Jungkook, meanwhile, tried to keep his eyes trained carefully on my resting arms, feigning indifference to my naked legs. The glimmer of amusement trickled over my lips. “At least take me to dinner before you ogle my thighs, Jungkook.”

His cheeks scorched with an undeniable blush, then smoothing his face with a calming hand and wicked smirk, he screamed, “YOONGI!!!”

I clamped my mouth shut, and bargained every possession I had in my arsenal—which was not much, I’ll admit. In the end, I gave up my caustic wit…my dearest possession, indeed.


There is no word for the loneliness of being the sole-survivor of your clan. No remedy for the raging wound it leaves behind in your core. My enemies had accepted me, taken me, and sheltered the shattered, lost lamb in their den, and I was grateful; but, it was not enough to close the gaping hole in me. Only vengeance could bind me—only savage, deadly rage.

Or, so I thought.

“There you are,” his voice jolted me, my head angling up toward him to look into those kind, dark eyes. “I thought I saw you out there crying…”

Snarling, I avoid the brush of his hands. “Why’re you spying on me?”

“Why’re you so hell-bent on being alone?” His gaze leveled mine, mouth turning down in the corners.

Wiping my tear stained cheeks roughly with the back of my sleeve, I said, “Because it’s easier than the alternative.”

“Which is?” The smell of rain wafted in through the open window of the candlelit hall, one sconce guttered as a gusty wind blew through, chilling me to the bone.

“Watching more people I care about die.” Wrapping my arms tightly around myself, I tried to still the clattering of my bones. “Hard to do that when you don’t care about anyone to begin with, wouldn’t you agree?”

His soft smile made my stomach drop, made my heart flutter with the desire to swallow those feelings and press its throbbing muscle into his capable hands. “It’s harder to heal that way, too, wouldn’t you agree?”

I would.

I did.


“JUNGKOOK!” Reaching for his side of the bed, my hands twisted in the crisp, still-made silken sheets of his side.

Another nightmare. Wiping sweat from my brow, I focused on forcing air into my nose and out my mouth—over and over and over again—until the thundering of my heart ceased.

A week had gone by with no word on whether his most recent mission had been a success. The first mission I had not been by his side on. Needless to say I had pitched the most petulant tantrum I could muster; to no avail, for he was still whisked away into the shroud of night-colored sky and winking, roaring stars—the ones always trapped behind his eyes.

Shutting my eyes to the world, I try to convince my body to rest, but then a familiar voice murmured against the shell of my ear, “I thought I heard you call my name.”

“Jungkook,” I breathed, “You’re back.” Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my lips into his until the nightmares all faded back into the shadows.


He’s dead. I killed him. He’s dead.

So, why won’t this pain go away?

Staring at the blood soaking my fingers, my arms, my legs, I scream, tears streaming down my cheeks. But, I’m not really there anymore. I’m not clutching his body to mine, closer than a lovers, one blade soaked with his blood. I’m not suffocating in the adrenaline of my revenge; no longer breathing in the winds that never blow, or nestled in the soil where nothing grows.

I am home. I am in his room. I am in our room.

“I thought I heard you crying, Y/N. What’s wrong?” Water drips from the tips of his hair, the scent of lavender heavy on his skin from the bath, his breathing still ragged from his apparent race into our chambers.

“I killed him, Jungkook. I killed him, so why don’t I feel any better?” Rocking back and forth on my heels, I try to blink the tears away, to choke back the sob in my throat, but I can’t—this storm won’t be stopped.

He sighs, curling me into his chest, resting his chin over my head gently. “Because you never wanted to kill him.”

“Yes, I did,” I shout, pounding my fists over his chest. “He killed my entire clan—my family, Jungkook! He deserved to die. He deserved it.”

His hands rest over mine, lips soaking up the falling tears. “He did deserve it. He did. But, that’s not the person you blamed all of this time, is it?”

I want to deny it, deny the truth that has always stared me in the face, but I can’t. Not anymore. I shake my head, body limp with the effort of tears and screaming and rage. “No…”

“Forgive yourself, Y/N. You have to forgive yourself. It’s not your fault, do you hear me?” He shakes my shoulders, but I feel empty—helpless.

“I can’t.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning in close enough for us to share breath, “you can. You are strong, so strong, but you have to let others help you. You have to let me help you forgive yourself.”

Those burning stars appear in his eyes, missing and lost from the night sky, they glitter beautifully in his eyes. They scare me because they make me vulnerable and soft and weak—all of the things we assassins should not be. But, I know that even assassins may love; that even we may be more than wicked and cruel and cunning; that we may be wolves and sheep.

That we can be lost stars guided back to the sky.

“Ok,” I say tightly, releasing a withheld breath from my lips. “Ok.”

He kisses me, and I find forgiveness waiting on his tongue. 

“En el rostro del señor Thornton, en cambio, las cejas rectas estaban cerca de los ojos claros, serios y hundidos que, sin ser desagradablemente astutos, parecían lo bastante penetrantes para llegar al corazón y al núcleo mismo de lo que miraran. Tenía pocas arrugas, pero firmes, como talladas en mármol, concentradas en las comisuras de los labios, que apretaba levemente sobre una dentadura tan impecable y bella que producía el efecto de un súbito rayo de sol cuando la rara sonrisa luminosa aparecía un instante, destellaba en sus ojos y transformaba totalmente la expresión resuelta y severa de un hombre dispuesto a hacer lo que fuera sin vacilar, con el sincero y profundo gozo del momento que sólo suele manifestarse de forma tan audaz e instantánea en los niños”

Norte y Sur, Cap 10,“Oro y hierro forjado” (Elizabeth Gaskell)