[wm] 83.2.D - fawn m. brodie quote
"Show me a character whose life arouses my curiosity, and my flesh begins crawling with suspense."
NOTE: Though history does dictate that Houdini first met his wife when she was singing the song "Rosabelle," I'm taking a few artistic liberties with pretty much everything else surrounding the event.
He loved her because she excited him, and she excited him because he was terribly curious about her.
The songbird’s voice fulfilled all its promises of spells cast and love beyond telling as he pushed past bodies to see her, the plain-faced nightingale that had bewitched him with a simple, sweet melody. Watching her move, small and so very fragile, he was filled with light as he learned the very sight of her in the span of mere heartbeats.
His skin pricked with gooseflesh to hear her, to realize that he could not go on living if he did not learn her name. Her hopes and dreams he could feel, warm and gentle as they moved through his blood, yet each one of them bypassed his mind and he could hardly stand the agony of it.
In the world, there were lovelier, bolder girls he could probably have…but he wanted…no, he would have the woman he already thought of by the name of her song, his Rosabelle…the one who would introduce herself to Erich later as Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner.
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He loved her because she excited him, and she excited him because he was terribly curious about her.
She had a face and a body like none he’d ever seen, a lean and dangerous frame with curves meant to tease and tempt a man with promises he’d never see fulfilled. Her face, however, called to him…her eyes were dark and knowing, shadowed with too much life while her features were still soft, still unmarked by all the terrible things that had scarred the depths of her gaze.
When she smiled, it made his skin flare with goosebumps to see a little girl still living somewhere inside. They didn’t talk long, but when her voice touched his ears her energy filled his blood with power. Hope was an alien thing to her, but when she felt it the virtue took her hard and blinded him with light.
In the world, there were girls better suited to him, plainer and softer girls that would never be too bold for his milder sensibilities. Those girls weren’t for him, though…he knew that much the first time he offered her his hand and introduced himself with a tremor in his voice and a strange, sweet lance of pain cutting straight through his heart.
Tommy never meant to fall in love with Ziyah Ambrogio…but once he had, there was no hope of ever letting go.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 413
NOTE: Though history does dictate that Houdini first met his wife when she was singing the song "Rosabelle," I'm taking a few artistic liberties with pretty much everything else surrounding the event.
He loved her because she excited him, and she excited him because he was terribly curious about her.
The songbird’s voice fulfilled all its promises of spells cast and love beyond telling as he pushed past bodies to see her, the plain-faced nightingale that had bewitched him with a simple, sweet melody. Watching her move, small and so very fragile, he was filled with light as he learned the very sight of her in the span of mere heartbeats.
His skin pricked with gooseflesh to hear her, to realize that he could not go on living if he did not learn her name. Her hopes and dreams he could feel, warm and gentle as they moved through his blood, yet each one of them bypassed his mind and he could hardly stand the agony of it.
In the world, there were lovelier, bolder girls he could probably have…but he wanted…no, he would have the woman he already thought of by the name of her song, his Rosabelle…the one who would introduce herself to Erich later as Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner.
* * * * *
He loved her because she excited him, and she excited him because he was terribly curious about her.
She had a face and a body like none he’d ever seen, a lean and dangerous frame with curves meant to tease and tempt a man with promises he’d never see fulfilled. Her face, however, called to him…her eyes were dark and knowing, shadowed with too much life while her features were still soft, still unmarked by all the terrible things that had scarred the depths of her gaze.
When she smiled, it made his skin flare with goosebumps to see a little girl still living somewhere inside. They didn’t talk long, but when her voice touched his ears her energy filled his blood with power. Hope was an alien thing to her, but when she felt it the virtue took her hard and blinded him with light.
In the world, there were girls better suited to him, plainer and softer girls that would never be too bold for his milder sensibilities. Those girls weren’t for him, though…he knew that much the first time he offered her his hand and introduced himself with a tremor in his voice and a strange, sweet lance of pain cutting straight through his heart.
Tommy never meant to fall in love with Ziyah Ambrogio…but once he had, there was no hope of ever letting go.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 413