Oh, Indiana. Coming back to see Marion and still going off on adventures. And of COURSE his grandson is just like him - rock climbing and all. And oh, I love that their daughter is more like Henry was than like Indy or Marion herself.
And oh, this part just broke me:
Soft, soft, soft, with the scrape of stubble against her paper-like cheek, and the smell of gunpowder in his kiss. “I’ll see you next year, Marion,” he whispered.
Oh, this was hurty and ouchy and lovely all at once. Thank you muchly, dear!
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Oh, Indiana. Coming back to see Marion and still going off on adventures. And of COURSE his grandson is just like him - rock climbing and all. And oh, I love that their daughter is more like Henry was than like Indy or Marion herself.
And oh, this part just broke me:
Soft, soft, soft, with the scrape of stubble against her paper-like cheek, and the smell of gunpowder in his kiss. “I’ll see you next year, Marion,” he whispered.
Oh, this was hurty and ouchy and lovely all at once. Thank you muchly, dear!
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I love you! That was so angsty and sinful and yummy. Poor Marcus!
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