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    He sometimes finds himself dreaming about grey-green eyes and pink lips and red, red flowers.

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    19 Jun 2018

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    If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate's skin as well.
     

    James doesn't quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin but he comes close.

    And then he actually meets Q.

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    16 Jun 2018

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    14 Jun 2018

  4. Public Bookmark 59

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    "Q, do you believe in ghosts?”
    “Ghosts? No of course not,” he dismisses. “Do you?”
    Bond just shrugs, turning onto Q’s street. “I never did, but I’ve killed a lot of people.”

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    11 Jun 2018

  5. Public Bookmark 81

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    “This isn’t a hotel.” Eames tried to sit up and gave up before even getting his head off the pillows; he pouted, as though that were a thing for grown men to do, and Arthur merely watched as he then braced his right arm—the one that wasn’t black and blue from wrist to bicep and in a splint on top of that—on the bed and hauled himself into a very slightly more upright position slowly, grimacing as he did.

    “No, it’s not a hotel,” Arthur said at last, holding out the mug. Eames took it, looked into it, and frowned deeply at it before dumping the small cocktail of pills it held straight into his mouth. Arthur took the mug back to pour some of the actual tea. “What the hell makes you think I’d take you to an AirBnB?”

    “Well, I seem to have awoken in a very twee cabin.”

    “Fuck you,” Arthur said, and he set the mug and the pot down a little roughly on the table at the head of the bed and went off to see if the cold snap had hung around long enough for the front steps to need salting.

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    10 Jun 2018