RACHEL MCADAMS AS SIGRITERICKSDOTTIREurovision Song Contest: The Story Of Fire Saga (2020)

RACHEL MCADAMS AS SIGRIT ERICKSDOTTIR Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

“I love you despite you, despite myself, despite the entire world, despite God, despite the Devil, who also has a hand in this. I love you, I love you, I love you. Whether I’m happy or unhappy, gay or sad, I love you. I love you, do with me what you will.”

— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. February 1833

🪐 — kang sae-beyok ;

fingers close around the offered glass,   gesture more automatic than genuine.  she fights off the urge to wrinkle her nose as she scent of alcohol brushes against her nostrils,  but makes herself take a small sip anyway.  she might get away with tuning out half of katiana’s words  —  especially when they involve dinners with wealthy sons and such  —  but she doubts the girl is entirely stupid and sae-byeok needs to be careful.   

❛  no,  thanks.  ❜   she declines the invite,  clipping the vowels as she heard people around her do so many times already,  then finally settling down on a nearby armchair lest someone mistakes her for a waitress,  standing there with her spine straight and a blank expression to booth.  sae-byeok relaxes her stance as much as she can,  elbows on the armrests and champagne glass on the table,  while her gaze slips towards the little box of macarons  —  pastries she has never tasted from a country she has never been to.  and a bite of curiosity has the better of her,  sudden and striking,  guilt following fast on its heels. she shouldn’t want more than she has, and yet.   ❛  what do they taste like?  ❜

       IT’S ALMOST A DISAPPOINTMENT  when she says no. without a friend  — if sae-byeok could be considered such  —  there to talk to, katiana would probably end up actually having to listen to the investment banker for most of the night.  &  people who worked in finance certainly had a flash factor that she enjoyed  ( nice cars, fancy restaurants, the best champagne )  they were honestly pretty boring when it came right down to it. but she shrugs, it off, popping another perfect macaroon into her mouth.                                     but then sae-byeok asks an entirely unbelievable question,  &  katiana almost chokes on the pastry she’s still chewing. ❝ you mean you’ve never tried them ? ❞  a hand flies up to cover her full mouth, the shame of bad manners so deeply ingrained that it comes as instinct,  &  she forces herself to chew  &  swallow before she speaks again.  ❝ well here !  you have to have one !  ❞  katiana leans forward in her seat, the half-empty box extended out in one hand toward sae-byeok in offering.  &  she shakes the box a bit for emphasis, clearly refusing to take no for an answer.  ❝ come on, i insist. i definitely don’t need the whole box to myself. there’s plenty  —  &  they’re so good, like little sweet little sugar puffs !  you’ll love them. ❞

🪐 — james barnes​ ;

her touch comes as if he is delicate, contains a delicate nature that he has learnt not to expect, a difference to every other touch he remembers. there’s a soft, bashful nature to the way he smiles, gaze wandering down to watch where her fingertips lie, gentle and unblemished when he can only see his own in shades of red. a better man might draw away, might not let her be tinged with the darkness he knows still resides within his chest, but he’s developed a need to hear her laughter, to let it wash away the remnants of sins that still live in his bones.       ❛  it’s not quite that simple. a nice thought though.  ❜

       FROWNS DO NOT COME EASILY  to her face,  the muscles moving slowly to take on the unfamiliar position of her brow furrowed  &  her lips downturned. james often had an air of melancholy about him that even her sunlight disposition could not always shake him from.  &  suddenly birdie feels that it would be selfish to even try. perhaps she is asking too much of him. perhaps she is only making it harder.  &  the last thing she wants is to cause him any more pain  — james has been through quite enough already. ❝ well, i’ll tell you what is simple; ❞  she says, one hand carefully interlacing her grip with his while her other extends a bit higher. her fingertips are soft when they touch his jaw, softly lifting  &  turning his face until she can look at him directly, her eyes alight  &  hopeful when they link with his.  ❝ when you come back, ❞ birdie refuses to say the word if aloud.  ❝ just know that i’ll be here waiting for you. ❞

🪐 — izzy / headcanon ;

izzy’s right glove that he never removes is covering up a large ugly brand on the back of his hand that labels him as a naval deserter. the tool that was used to make it would look something like this but with a large D beside the crown design in the center. he keeps it covered because he doesn’t want anyone — fellow pirates or otherwise — to know of his past in the military.

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