libralibrarian:

“You’re real,” he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press-he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly. – Voyager

yellowfeather84:

She was in the window of their bedroom, watching out to wave to them as they rode past, her hairbrush in her hand. Her hair was standing out in a great curly swash round her head, and the early-morning sun caught in it like flames in a thornbush.

A Breath Of Snow And Ashes

Jamie looking up at Claire

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jamesfraserr:

“I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday,” he said softly. “Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I’d be strong enough to send ye away.” He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
“I said ‘Lord, if I’ve never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.’ He pulled his eyes away from the cottage and smiled briefly at me. 

“Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach.”