Do you remember when we were like that? So obvious in public…
Tag: jamie x claire
longing to align the way they were always meant to.
“It isn’t Geordie,” I said. My voice was higher than usual. “It’s me,” I said. “Claire.”
Jamie loves Claire’s hair no matter the color.
1.07║3.09
Claire touching Jamie’s cheek while kissing him (part 2) (part 1)
Jamie + asking Claire about her words
requested by anonymous
1.01 | 1.11 | 2.10 | 2.13 | 3.06
“You can’t,” I whispered. “You can’t. I won’t let you.”
His mouth was warm against my ear. “Claire, I’m to hang in the morning. What happens to me between now and then doesna matter to anyone.” I drew back and stared at him.
“It matters to me!” The strained lips quivered in what was almost a smile, and he raised his free hand and laid it against my wet cheek.
“I know it does, mo duinne. And that’s why you’ll go now. So I’ll know there is someone still who minds for me.” He drew me close again, kissed me gently and whispered in Gaelic, “He will let you go because he thinks you are helpless. I know you are not.” Releasing me, he said in English, “I love you. Go now.”
“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
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