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Perfection.

The grief. The friendship. The fall vibes. No notes

“You are a full quarter of this fated alchemy. Without you it doesn’t turn to gold.”

"What do you make of this?"
He was right about there being something, what I had sensed at dinner a few weeks back.
Remembering the very thoughts I'd had after our dinner weeks ago, I glanced from face to face.
Pierce shrugged.
Islington waited.
It was Hawkes who gave voice. "Alchemy."
I shivered.
That mythical pursuit that turns disparate elements to gold.
None of us questioned the veracity of his statement.

He turned and looked to where I was, halfway up the stairs.
"Did you mean what you said on the train?" he asked.
"What did I say?"
"That you couldn't conceive of a life with anyone else?"
It's strange. I hadn't remembered speaking them. But they felt true.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Is a life of friends not sufficiently rewarding?"

Is my heart about to be ripped out of my chest!?

“I've never fallen from a cliffside, but I imagine there would be a moment when one's eyes would connect with their companion's, the haunting knowledge that they understood you were going to fall. Pierce saw this, I think, for he left his seat and came to sit beside me, shoulder against mine, bracing me for whatever the fall would bring.”

Oh my god. Wow.

“In few words, Emma M. Lion was coming apart at the seams.” <\3

“My friends do not do to war alone.”

I LOVE PIERCE

“My feelings for October are fierce: a sharp love of cool air, a season transforming the landscape towards, and through, death. I've always loved it.”

Beautiful

It seems foolish to write now. But there was one moment when the food had been cleared away and we fell silent, all of us glancing about the table. I think more than just myself could sense something was in the making. We just couldn't understand what.

“A good man once spoke of the better angels of our nature. Miss Lion is mine.”

“Tonight I opened my window to the most delicious October air.
As delicious as London air can be. The warmth hasn't retreated too quickly, but there is a nip, light and cool.
Change is here.”

Oof making me very ready for fall

Hahaha

"I took a few moments to compose myself.
To compose oneself such a strange phrase. As if one were a musical score. If I were, what would I be? Emma M. Lion in D Minor?"

"However, if the right man should come along, and money looks more like love than one would initially suppose, don't turn your back on a chance for happiness merely because he has the means to save you."
It was the most fiscally romantic thing I had ever heard.

"You're not half so bad once you get dolled up a bit, love.
Clearly the epitaph on my future gravestone.

Emma M. Lion
RIP
Not Half So Bad Once Dolled Up

"Strange is that unexpected moment that stays with you, that makes you think about it again.
Strange is memorable, and compelling."