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anmylica · 1 year

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Season II

Episode 3: The Lady of the Lake

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Gazing one last time at the ruins of Emma’s nursery, Mary Margaret couldn’t help but shed a few tears at what had happened and what could have been. The wardrobe had burned in a remarkably short time (a hallmark of enchanted wood once the magic was drained from it), and now there was nothing left for them in this palace. If she were very honest, there was nothing left for them in the whole of the Enchanted Forest.

Lancelot had been lost, the grief a stain on her otherwise bruised and battered heart. Cora had her magic and a nefarious plan to travel to Storybrooke for who knew what purpose. And now the rest of the people still in the Enchanted Forest were in danger. She was once again going to be called to lead, and she had no qualms against doing so, for that was her birthright. But for just one time, she wished she didn’t have to. She wished she didn’t have to go up against a sorceress who wanted to kill her and her loved ones. She wished she didn’t have to process the disappointment of losing their way home. She wished she didn’t have all of this grief weighing on her heart.

She thought for a moment about Emma’s words. “But then, just seeing all this, you gave up everything for me. And you’re still doing that. I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I… I guess I just… I’m not… I’m not used to someone putting me first.”

She had embraced her daughter, pulled her close and rubbed her back, hoping to soothe all those worries and fears that twenty-eight years had fostered in Emma.

Mary Margaret knew that it wouldn’t be enough, but she hoped it was a start. She hoped that her daughter could see the life she was supposed to have and begin to understand that Snow White had to put Emma’s well being ahead of the selfish desires Snow had had.

Mary Margaret hated having to leave her daughter to the cruelties of the world without magic, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t grateful for this time together with Emma.

“Well, get used to it,” she had responded to Emma’s emotional words. She felt more than heard Emma’s responding laugh, and it broke her heart to feel Emma hug her tighter as all the years of wishing she had had her mother there to comfort her came to the surface.

Mary Margaret couldn’t hold back the tears then as she felt the heartbreak in the embrace, and she held Emma that much tighter. She resolved not to be the one who pulled away first.

Finally, Emma pulled back, and Mary Margaret let her. She raised a hand to Emma’s cheek and wiped away her tears. Emma gave an embarrassed sort of chuckle and turned away from her, shrugging her shoulders as if to say “I don’t know what came over me, sorry,” but Mary Margaret didn’t mind. She watched Emma leave what should have been her childhood bedroom, and then she turned and grabbed her quiver and bow.

Standing there for one more moment, she recalled what the room had looked like before the curse had come and ruined everything. She remembered the crib and the unicorn mobile, the toys, and the books she had hoped to read to her daughter. She remembered the hours spent inside this room, watching as her belly had grown, excited for the day to come when she would finally get to meet her daughter. She remembered the conversations with Charming, debating whether the necklace was going to be right or if it was going to be wrong. (That had been before they learned about the prophecy and Emma’s role in it.)

Mary Margaret’s heart shattered anew at all the lost hopes and dreams of that time.

Most of all, she resented that little niggling in the back of her mind of selfishly wanting to do it all over again to get back what she had been robbed of the first time. She refused to say it out loud; Emma deserved to be put first for their family, after all. But she couldn’t deny that if she got the chance to have another child to make up for what she had lost, she would take it in a heartbeat.

That desire would have to be put on hold, though. First, she had to get back to Storybrooke, and then she had to make sure her daughter’s trust and heart would be rebuilt and protected. But then? Maybe her deepest desires could come forth and make themselves known. Maybe they could finally be safe and build a life in Storybrooke that could include another little life.

But until then, she would deny herself that truth. There was nothing there that could make her divulge that deepest innermost desire. She wouldn’t hurt her only child’s heart. A mother’s duty was to protect the child she had, not the child she wanted for the future. Emma was what mattered most, here. Mary Margaret shoved that deep, dark desire down into the very recesses of her heart, never to see the light of day if she could help it. Nothing and no one could make her divulge that desire. Emma was enough. (She would have to be, at least until she could make Emma feel at home with them.)

She turned her back on the room, on the lost life and hopes and dreams, and moved to rejoin her daughter and their friends. Hurrying down the dilapidated stairs, she met up with them. Mulan held her sword out and was on watch should Cora reappear, and Aurora held her thin shawl tightly around her arms. Emma was waiting, too. Agreeing to leave, they all quickly hurried out of the ruins, knowing that every minute they delayed was another minute the people of that settlement were in danger.

They crept through the woods as far as they could, stopping to rest only once or twice. They were careful not to make any noise that would attract any ogres, finally stopping to sleep late into the night. They took turns on watch, making sure to sleep as much as they could. At daybreak, they broke camp and proceeded to finish off the last leg of their journey.

Conversation had been light, but Emma and Mary Margaret had managed to keep a running one of what life had been like in the Enchanted Forest prior to the curse. Emma had a lot of questions that her mother was only too happy to answer.

A lull in the conversation occurred, and Mary Margaret’s thoughts drifted back to Lancelot and how awful it was what Cora had done to him.

Before thinking it through, she asked Emma, “Did I ever tell you about what happened when I first met Lancelot?”

Emma glanced over at her mother. “No. What happened?”

“I met him during the siege to take back the kingdom from Regina’s hands. He kidnapped me and brought me to King George. He’s Spencer, the DA, back in Storybrooke,” she added so Emma would know who she was talking about.

Emma nodded. “I haven’t had to deal much with him, thankfully, but he seemed like a piece of work when I had.”

Mary Margaret chuckled. “That’s definitely one way of putting it. He gave me a potion in a goblet of wine that took away my ability to ever have children.”

Emma frowned. “Then how am I here?”

“Because of Lancelot,” Mary Margaret answered. “I was heartbroken when King George told me what he had done. He told me he wanted your father to suffer as he did from the loss of the possibility of having a child. I went back to where I was supposed to meet David, and I didn’t know how to tell him. Of course,” she added after a moment’s pause, “I didn’t exactly have time. King George had already sent his soldiers to the cabin where David’s mother, your grandmother, was in hiding. I got there too late. They mortally wounded her.”

“They did?” Emma asked, trying to focus on not tripping over a tree root as she did so but wanting her mother to continue with the story.

Mary Margaret nodded. “Lancelot had met up with me after I left King George’s castle and told me that he wanted to help me break the curse King George had put on me. He had come with me, and when we got there and saw what happened, David talked about this lake, Lake Nostos. He said its waters had the ability to heal any injury or break any curse. He wanted to get his mother there so she could drink from its waters. But when we got there, the lake was dry. We managed to find a shell with just enough of the lake’s water for a single sip. We put it into a flask and gave it to Ruth to drink. She pretended to drink it.”

“What happened? Did it heal her?” Emma asked.

Mary Margaret smiled sadly. “No. See, I had told her of the curse that King George had put on me, and she and Lancelot worked together to hatch a plan. She had only pretended to drink so that she could give the flask to him. She told us when we saw it didn’t work that her only regret was not getting to live long enough to see your father and me get married. So I asked Lancelot if he would do the honors. He agreed, and we found a pretty spot that your father managed to decorate with some wildflowers, and he gathered enough for me to have a bouquet of them, and Lancelot married us. He had us drink from a cup that he said was to symbolize the Holy Grail from his land. I drank the water from Lake Nostos that he had poured into it, and it healed me. Your grandmother died just after the ceremony.”

Emma nodded in consideration. “I bet that was rough on David.”

“It was, but I think he’s at peace with it. Anyway, after that, he tried to use this amulet his mother had that was enchanted to predict the sex of your child on me. When I saw it swing where it hadn’t before, I knew then what had happened. I asked Lancelot about it, but he just smiled. I never did tell your father about what had really happened. But it’s because of Lancelot that you‘re here, Emma. Without him, I’d still be cursed.”

The two of them fell silent as they walked. Finally Emma said, “You’ve been through a lot, haven't’ you?’’

Mary Margaret shrugged. “Sure, but it’s all been worth it. I’ve been luckier than most.”

“I’m glad you came through the portal with me,” Emma said, changing the subject. “I’ve enjoyed getting to spend this time with you. I just wish we hadn’t lost our ride back home.”

“Oh, we’ll find another way,” Mary Margaret assured her daughter. “And I know your father is working just as hard as we are at finding a way to get us home. It’ll all work out.”

Emma pulled a face, and Mary Margaret could tell Emma didn’t believe her hopeful words, but Mary Margaret knew she wasn’t wrong. They would get home, and then they could finally be a family working towards their happily ever after. She turned and smiled at Emma, who smiled hesitantly back. Though this trip wasn’t what they had wanted, Mary Margaret found she was glad for this experience with her daughter. She hoped it would help Emma to heal just a little from the trauma of being separated from her parents at birth. She hoped it would help her heal from her own trauma, too. Whatever happened, they would always have each other. Mary Margaret was determined to make that happen.

#Season 2 oneshots #Season II #2.03 the lady of the lake #Ouat #captain swan #snow white #anmylica writes

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vivienvalentino · 5 months

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DOLLFACE — 2.03, Boss Lady

#dollface #dollfaceedit #tvedit #tvandfilm #filmtv #mggedit #kat dennings #matthew gray gubler #dollface*#tv*#this is so stupid i love it

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 10 months

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SIHTRIC | THE LAST KINGDOM 2.03

@morosemagick @medievalfangirl @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @trenko-heart @cibs @gemini-mama @finanmoghra @synindoodles @whitedarkmoonflower @purpleskiesandroses @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @wreckersbioniceye @willowbrookesblog @shianshian4315 @magravenwrites @grumpyblackbird @itbmojojoejo @huldraausdemwald @lady-writes20 @bubblyabs @ilikeitbetterangsty @hb8301

#sihtric every episode #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk edit #tlk screens #tlk season 2

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starogeorgina · 9 months

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Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: So I've had a few asks about Harwin and Rhaenyra's relationship in this story, so I'm just answering them here. To clarify, Harwin is 100% not the father of Rhaenyra's three oldest children - their only connection in broken bonds is Vaella

2.03

“Forgive me, princess, but might I ask what happened?”

You turn on your heels to see Lord Larys looking at your scarred hand. You hadn’t noticed him prior because he was sitting in a well-shaded area within the courtyard.

Always lurking in the shadows.

“A received an arrow through the hand during the battle for the stepstones.”

Intrigued Larys motions for you to sit beside him. “Were you on the beach when it happened?”

“No,” you say politely. “I was on the dragon's back. The battle was almost over when members of the Triarchy came out of their hiding spot in a cave and fired upon us. Ser Laenor got away on Seasmoke, but I was not so lucky. It’s a painful thing to witness your dragon in pain. I was so concerned with the arrows hitting Varos that I hardly felt the one that struck me.”

“What happened to those who fired upon you, princess?”

“I bathed them in fire.”

“Hmm, my brother must be very proud of marrying a Targaryen princess who’s been to battle. I imagine you will be very happy together.”

Presenting a cordial smile, you nod, “I think we will as well.”

You watch as servants hurried to prepare for the first grand feast of many being held to celebrate the king's first grandchildren. During a rare moment of solitude while both your sons were tended to by their wet nurses, you decided to take a walk outside to clear your head. Since you opted to feed your sons yourself throughout the night, headaches had been a normal thing for you due to lack of sleep, so the fresh air had done you wonders.

“Will you be remaining in the keep? I know Harwin is the heir to Harrenhal, but it would be nice for you to return to Dragonstone, where you... went through so much together.”

Lary's lips moved as he smiled, but his eyes remained the same. It was known that Clubfoot was untrustworthy, especially with his friendship with the queen being kept a secret. Strong or not, he was another person to keep away from your sons. Before you have a chance to say anything further, you jump to your feet immediately after hearing shrieking close by. You look up and let out a hearty laugh, seeing Caraxes flying over the keep. “Excuse me, Lord Larys, I must go and greet my uncle. I will see you tonight.”

“Of course, princess,” he says, bowing his head. “I shall see you there.”

—

You wait by the entrance of the dragonpit for your uncle to emerge, and when he does, you smile at him brightly, like an excited child, as he approaches you with his arms outstretched. “Rijes aōt, ñuha gevie niece!” He takes hold of both your hands and says, “Two, I hear. Congratulations. I cannot wait to meet the realm's future greatest dragon riders.”

“Thank you, uncle; I cannot wait for you to meet my sons.”

His jaw tightens when Syrax roars in the distance; the happiness in his eyes fades and is overtaken by sadness. Usually, he was delighted to see your sister. Daemon cleared his throat and said, “I’ve got a gift for you.” He reaches into the small satchel he takes with Dragon Rider and pulls out a dagger. “It’s made of Valyrian steel.”

Your finger smooths over the handle, which has your house’s symbol engraved into it. In a way, his gift reminded you of the three-headed dragon; since Daemon had a dark sister and Rhaenyra had her necklace, and now that you had a dagger, the three of you possessed a part of your family's history.

“Thank you; I will cherish it forever,” you say sincerely while trying not to get emotional. “Uncle, is there something bothering you?”

“My wife, Lady Laena, is pregnant.”

“Fantastic news, is it not?” The people who were around the dragonpit began to stare when your uncle didn't reply right away and appeared to have zoned out. You nudge him lightly, “Uncle?”

“Yes, fantastic news. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys are ecstatic, as are I and Laena.”

“How many people know?”

“Not many. Laena hasn’t shared the news with her brother yet.”

“Which means you haven’t told Rhaenyra,” you say, squeezing his arm. “My sister will be delighted for you, and so will my father.”

While pregnant, you often snuck through secret passages to visit Harwin at night and nearly always overheard the servants gossiping. Nothing ever particularly interested you; you would only ever ease off when hearing your sister's name being mentioned. It seemed to be common knowledge amongst the servants in the keep and Driftmark that Rhaenyra had become fond of Lady Laena. Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Laena seemed to be in some kind of polyamorous relationship, but it wasn’t your business, so you never asked. But if it were true, you could understand why your uncle was hesitant to share the news with your sister; he didn’t want to hurt her.

When Syrax starts to fly into the dragon pit, you offer Daemon a kind smile and say, “I will leave you to greet my sister; I’ll see you tonight.”

—

Stepping onto the small platform, you admire the velvet gown you have chosen. The floor-length gown was red and had a corset-style top, puffed sleeves that draped down each arm, and black intricate detailing and embellishments. It was beautiful, and for the first time, you felt like one of the princesses you’d read about in books as a child. Hearing a gurgling noise, you look over your shoulder to see Harwin rocking the cradle beside him gently with his foot while holding one of your sons with his good arm. You found it amazing that Harwin was still finding time to care for the boys despite his injuries.

“They are both gorgeous princesses,” your lady in waiting says as she puts the final red pins into your braid.

“Thank yo-”

You’re cut off when the door to your quarter opens and Ser Criston steps inside; he bows his head in the direction of you and your lady in waiting and says, “Princess, her grace is here to see you.”

“Ser Criston,” Alicent smiles as Harwin and your lady in waiting greet her properly. She waves for one of her servants to come into the room, and the servant lowered her head as she entered the room carrying a hideous green dress. “Princess Vaella, as a gesture of goodwill, I’ve had my seamstress custom-make you a dress that will better hide your… curves.”

You bite your tongue. You didn’t know what bothered you more: Alicent going out of her way to embarrass you or Ser Criston not acknowledging Harwin, which was a clear sign of disrespect. The seconds pass by with Alicent looking at you smugly, awaiting a reply.

“I think my betrothed looks rather beautiful in what she’s wearing.”

You smile brightly at Harwin. He was the only person whose opinion truly mattered to you. Of course, your family and close friends mattered, but only Harwin could cause butterflies to dance in your stomach. The glint in his eyes suggested he truly meant it. He smiles back at you before returning his attention to the babe, who is starting to babble in his arms.

—

“A fucking green dress!” Daemon sneered. “Malicious cunt—”

“Uncle!” You motion to the baby in his arms.

Damon chuckles at you before shaking his head. The celebration feast was in full swing, and mostly everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Your father was laughing with his hand while Rhaenyra danced with a few of the ladies from other houses. It did sadden you slightly that she appeared to be avoiding Lady Laena and your uncle, but now wasn’t the time to check in on her. The last thing you wanted was to upset her by mentioning it. You fully believed Rhaenyra would be happy for them, but it would mean the three of them wouldn’t be able to spend so much time together.

Feeling eyes on you, you look at the table closest to the high table at your end and see Harwin talking to two young ladies who resembled the house's strong appearance. Harwin grins when he catches you staring, and you smile back. Usually you would have gone over and introduced yourself, but with Aerion sleeping so peacefully in your arms, you were reluctant to disturb him.

“Fucking greens,” Daemon mumbles, looking over at the opposite side of the room where the Hightowers from Old Town were sitting, all of them wearing green clothing.

You sigh, “Don’t let their presence ruin the night, uncle. We have far too much to celebrate, my sons; my wedding; you having a baby of your own.”

“Speaking of sons,” Daemon chuckles as Vaegon grips his long silver hair with his tiny hand, then pulls it. “I predict this little dragon will love sparring when he’s older.”

You laugh until the music stops, and everyone looks to the hall's entrance to see the Queen. You roll your eyes. “I guess she finally decided to grace us with her presence.”

As Alicent approached the high table everyone stood, everyone but you and Daemon, which didn’t go unnoticed by others. You cuddled Aerion closer to you when Alicent stood in front of you and said, “Congratulations, stepdaughter.”

She moves on quickly without glancing at your uncle, who was beside you. When the queen is out of earshot and the music resumes, Daemon takes a gulp of wine with his free hand before leaning into you and asking, “Would you like my advice?”

“Naturally.”

“You and Ser Harwin should take your sons to the dragon out, fly to Dragonstone tonight, and ask for a septon as soon as you arrive.”

Rijes aōt, ñuha gevie niece! - Congratulations, my beautiful niece!

#house of the dragon #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong x you #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #ser harwin strong #broken bonds #ser harwin strong fanfiction #Ser Harwin Strong/reader #harwin strong/reader #harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong x reader #ser harwin breakbones #harwin strong/you

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catherinesboleyn · 8 months

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Michelle Dockery as Lady Mary Crawley

Downton Abbey 2.03 (2010-2015)

#lady mary crawley #michelle dockery #downton abbey #gif #gifset #perioddramaedit #1917 #20th century

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dinneratgrannys · 2 years

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ONCE UPON A TIME 2.03, Lady of the Lake

#ouatedit #jeffersonedit #madhatteredit #sebastianstanedit #once upon a time #ouat #jefferson #the mad hatter #s2 #2x03 Lady of the Lake #character: jefferson #dynamic: grace jefferson #event: rewatch 22

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catherinesvalois · 2 years

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THE LADY MARY AND THE LADY ELIZABETH 2.03 Checkmate // 2.10 Destiny and Fortune THE TUDORS

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jane-fosthor · 2 months

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"you sliced me loose and said it was Creation. i could feel the knife," speeches for doctor frankenstein, margaret atwood.

"hesitations outside the door", margaret atwood / 2.03 / "rabbit heart (raise it up)", florence & the machine / 2.11 / "caffeine", sean glatch / 2.22 / aaron o'hanlon / 2.15 / "pulling strings", rise of the pink ladies / 2.22 / "the grudge", olivia rodrigo / 3.09

#riverdale #archie andrews #hiram lodge #web weaving #not romantic just manipulation and abuse #and fuck hiram lodge #as much as i hate hiram though this plot is one of my favorites on the show

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capturingdisney · 1 year

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Once Upon a Time caps per episode: 2.03 - Lady of the Lake

Family is everything, my dear. Losing all hope of having one - there is no greater misery.

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peggynet · 2 months

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liquidsnvke · 1 year

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The L Word: Generation Q

↪ 2.03 | Luck Be A Lady

#TLWEdit #TLWGQEdit #TheLWordEdit #The L Word: Generation Q #Jacqueline Toboni #Leo Sheng #Sarah Finley #Micah Lee #tv: tlwgq #p: jacqueline toboni #*#I forgot I have quite a few unposted sets from the previous season😭#tlwgq

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2.02

Headless guys and gals

Not loving the Midwest vibe

Oh, look-- a cheese ghost

2.03

My last performance

Some old lady drops the mic

And kills everyone

Which haiku is the best?

#toa #rrverse #trials of apollo #the dark prophecy #the dark prophecy tournament #toa haiku match

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zalrb · 1 year

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when there’s nothing you want to watch - bridgerton 2.03 review

1. “A bee in your bonnet” I remember my friend and I rewatching a Harry Potter movie and someone says that, “Bee in your bonnet, Potter?” and we kinda knew what it meant but not really so I texted my British friend like, what does this mean?

2. OK, if he’s not a mouse, he’s Hans. That comparison HAS to have been made, right?

3. But nah, my guy is a mouse.

4. Obligatory backstory to explain why he’s such a dick.

5. Why do I care about these people again? Why should I care about the Featheringtons or whatever they’re called.

6. LOL i was literally thinking, how come no one is marrying their cousin in this show and then right after Featherington Mother Lady was like MARRY HIM and Penelope was all “HE’S OUR COUSIN!” shouldn’t that be something this society is used to?

7. Every time I see Daphne I’m like do you really need to be here?

8. If there’s anything I can say, he plays innocence in the flashbacks and his hardened state in the present decently.

9. oh god is this when we get the pond scene?

10. Bridgerton is allergic to dark-skinned Black women.

11. Clare/Penelope whatever she could be Belle.

12. The setup for Kate/Anthony is there, I just don’t care.

13. oh my god, a woman who DARES to get her dress muddy! and i know it’s a trope, i know it’s the time but i’m BORED, i’ve seen a hundred iterations of this!

14. He really does try more than her, she’s pretty flat.

15. omg guyyyyyyyys they fell in the mud, omgomgomgomgogomg.

16. that was sarcasm.

17. now she realizes he can be a human being because he has a dead father.

18. I can’t believe I’m only 30 minutes in.

19. I am so tired of birthing scenes.

20. “draw his eyes to your bosom” *penelope lowers book and glares* the only time I’ve chuckled.

21. For the love of CHRIST. HOW MANY TIMES are we going to have a scene where someone explains to Danny/Anthony/Mouse Man what feelings are?

22. THE SCENE IS STILL GOING?

23. And again the setup of him having those kinds of passionate feelings for Kate is there but they don’t have chemistry that actually shows it, the framing is just competent and he tries.

24. A. MOUSE.

25. I know his mother is grieving but I don’t care so her monologue just sounds like whining.

26. Oh look more conversations about feelings, it hasn’t gotten old or anything.

27. Like I kinda want to care more about Edwina crying that she didn’t get a proposal but I don’t? Because she’s just ... sweet.

28. Kate. I need you to do more.

29. Like chemistry aside, he is trying to communicate with his eyes but she doesn’t exude.

30. oh GOD is this the breathing scene?

31. Yes. Yes it is.

32. And there’s just ... no charge. If I had more investment in their characters this could’ve been a ship I relatively enjoy despite lack of chemistry since they’re at least well-crafted but I just don’t care about any of it.

33. Like even when they run away and trying to get over what just happened, him I can believe, her not so much.

34. And it’s done.

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