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I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones
In a faith forgotten land
"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." — emily brontë, wuthering heights.
"This changes everything, everything".
Matthew spent the night comparing Diana's DNA to that of pre-11th century witches. And it turns out D is a bad *ss witch. Good for her.
I could watch professor de Clermont do his sciencey things all day. I can't exactly put my finger on why 🤔
📷 A Discovery of Witches (2018) s1:05 my edits/gifs
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On this Father's Day, Matthew de Clermont holding one of the babeeeez (Rebecca) at the christening. Aw, heart-melty.
📷 A Discovery of Witches (2022) s3:05 my edits/gifs
Dipping my toe back into the Outlander fandom. Hope you enjoy!
The Boy at The Door
Chapter One: The dark-haired boy
Claire sighed when she heard a knock at the front door, she was elbow deep into her medical textbooks. Said books were spread out over the dining table, random bits of paper covered the floor and ink stains marked her fingers and across her nose. She heard Frank grunt from his study when the person knocked again.
“Brianna can you get the door!” Claire shouted not looking up from where she was coping notes into her workbook. There was a knock again.
“Brianna Ellen!” Frank yelled, making Claire flinch.
“Coming! Coming!” Brianna snapped as she stamped her way down the stairs.
With a huff she flung the front door open.
“Wha…Oh hello”, Brianna said confused.
Standing in the doorway was a young man. He stood several inches taller than Brinna, his face sharp and his nose straight. He had a dark mop of curly hair, not unlike her mother’s Bri thought. He looked young and old at the same time; he was anxiously wringing his hands together.
“Pardon, I’m looking Claire Fraser?” the boy said, trying to see around Bri and into the house.
Bri jumped with a loud crash come from inside, and she turned around just in time to see her mother slide into the foyer, her socks slipping on the wooden floor.
“Fergus?” her mother gasped, her voice cracking. The colour had drained from her face as she stared at the boy in the doorway. His own face a deathly reflection of her.
“Mère!”(mother), the boy yelled, and Brianna had just enough time to step out of the way before her mother and the boy crashed together. The boy had a tight hold on her mother’s shirt, his knuckles white with the force of it and her mother was franticly touching the boy’s wherever she could reach. Her hands unconsciously feeling for injuries.
“Mon garçon ! Que faites-vous ici?” (Oh my boy! What are you doing here?), her mother yelled pushing the boy away to look at him. Brianna noticed the boy was crying when her mother brushed a tear off his cheek. The boy started to quickly ramble in French, his hand moving with his words. Brianna only caught a few words, sickness, soldiers and Papa. When the boy was finished Claire was staring at him and then suddenly turned and threw up in the pot plant.
“Mama!… Mère!…Claire!” Three voices yelled at the same time. Brianna had lunged for her mother and Frank had come out of his study. Brianna was holding her mother hair away from her face, but the boy…the boy was staring her father. Fear had completely overtaken his face; his hands were shaking as he pulled a knife from his pocket.
“Le diable noir” (the black devil) he said, stepping to stand between Frank the two women.
Claire had finally stopped vomiting and stood up wiping her mouth. Her eyes widen as she saw the stand-off between Frank and the boy. She was confused for but a split second, then her eyes flicked between them, and she gasped.
“Fergus no!” she said reaching for his knife. “It’s okay my love” she loosened his tight fingers and the heavy weight of the knife drop into her hand.
“What the devil is going on!” Frank yelled, moving toward them. The boy tensed and moved to pull Claire behind him.
“Frank stop!” Claire yelled throwing out her hands to stop him. He stopped as her hands pushed against his chest.
“Take Brianna upstairs.” She said, stepping back towards Fergus. Frank looked at her confused.
“Claire…”
“Frank!” Claire snapped; shock covered his face at her tone. But he nodded and jerked his head up the stairs silently telling Brianna to follow him. Brianna whipped her head back and forth between everyone, trying to work out what was happening and who this boy was.
“Bri” this time Frank snapped, “Upstairs. Now” he said before turning and walking up the stairs. Brianna took one last look at her mother and the strange boy, her mother had pulled the boy into another deep hug and the pair were whispering in French, this time she couldn’t understand what they were saying.
She gave them one last looked and stormed out the backdoor slamming it behind her.
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The Matthew Goode / Matthew de Clermont swagger.
Yes, it makes my heart sing.
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📷 A Discovery of Witches (2022) s3:03 my gifs/video
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