He struggles between making poetry out of her body and telling her the truth: it’s a difficult combination, needing her to know and needing it to be beautiful. She says, breathless in wonderment, “Oh, the amount of things that had to happen in order for me to be standing here at all.” [midnight in paris au. 20k words. butterflies in summer; his bones on fire. written almost exclusively to this mix]
This fic is really worth investing in. It’s long but gorgeous! Talented writer with an amazing imagination and perfect characterizations!
say you love me 