with a drop of blood, you will take them out (джен)0 19.01.2014
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Cohle hates nothing so much as the open road. It’s been seven years, ten, five seconds, three minutes. He’s trapped in that moment, and he’s never getting free. Hating’s all he’s got. He puts the keys in the ignition, rolls the window down, and-- He’s not dead, he guesses. Least there’s that. (Or not.) |
Автор: postcardmystery Фандом: True Detective Персонажи: Rust Cohle, Martin Hart Рейтинг: R Размер: 8 Кб Статус: Закончен |
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et mentem mortalia tangunt (слэш)0 16.10.2012
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| Corsica’s nothing like Cambridge, is it? Your hair is red in the sun. You’re speaking Latin in your sleep. Pinched one of your cigarettes, know you won’t mind. Don’t judge me too harshly for this in the morning. Know you won’t mind that either. You love me, eh? Well, we all have our vices. |
Автор: postcardmystery Фандом: Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell Персонажи: Robert Frobisher/Rufus Sixsmith Рейтинг: R Размер: 5 Кб Статус: Закончен |
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he is a king among thieves (слэш)0 16.10.2012
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| Purple is my colour, I suppose. The colour of your voice, I ever tell you that? & it flickers into indigo every time we're skin to skin. Was that too much? One can never tell. |
Автор: postcardmystery Фандом: Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell Персонажи: Robert Frobisher/Rufus Sixsmith Рейтинг: R Размер: 4 Кб Статус: Закончен |
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