Portugal. 27. English major, future History MA, 19th century enthusiast. Welcome to my pit of iniquity where you will find all things Captain Swan, Sherlock, SPN, literature, history and overall randomness.
"He could not find the words to say good-bye. He faltered. He had wounded her, speaking from the pain of his spirit. He had sworn that he would not hurt her, but he had. He would have told her—he would have said, it matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are—you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”
"Tu pourras te promener où bon te semble sur mon domaine. Mais quand la nuit sera tombée, je t’interdis de sortir du château.” ■ "You can go for a walk anywhere on the estate. But when night falls, I forbid you to go out of the castle."