“She had a bracelet on one taper arm, which would fall down over her round wrist. Mr. Thornton watched the replacing of the troublesome ornament with far more attention than he listened to her father. It seemed as if it fascinated him to see her push it up impatiently, until it tightened her soft flesh; and then to mark the loosening — the fall.”
> North and South, by Elizabeth Gaskell
Omg. I actually cried watching this. Beautifully, amazingly done.
Haven’t actually watched Durarara but this is amazing…beautifully done. I just don’t have words.
This is what John does when he’s fed up with Sherlock. He storms out of the flat and to the nearest salon where he can get some special John-time and just tell Paulette about how much of an annoying dick his boyfriend is.
“Honey, you know he doesn’t deserve you.” “I know, sweetheart; I know.”