“Mind,” his voice came from the darkness, and I saw his tall form silhouetted against the faint oblong of light from the doorway as he straightened up, “I can be fooled. But I wouldna be doing it on purpose.”
A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Diana Gabaldon)
Outlander (2014-)
Don’t be afraid. There’s the two of us now.
The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime.
“This season, there’s such a contentment with the two of them being together, and you see them building a life together, building this home together…It’s a more settled, content place than we’ve ever got to before…I don’t think there’s any cliffhangers about whether this couple will stay together. They’re pretty solid. We got this.”
~ Caitriona Balfe
had dug its way under the stakes of my garden again. One voracious rabbit could eat a cabbage down to the roots, and from the looks of things, he’d brought friends. I sighed and squatted to repair the damage, packing rocks and earth back into the hole. The loss of Ian was a constant ache; at such moments as this, I missed his horrible dog as well.
I had brought a large collection of cuttings and seeds from River Run, most of which had survived the journey. It was mid-June, still time–barely–to put in a fresh crop of carrots. The small patch of potato vines was all right, so were the peanut bushes; rabbits wouldn’t touch those, and didn’t care for the aromatic herbs either, except the fennel, which they gobbled like licorice.
I wanted cabbages, though, to preserve a sauerkraut; come winter, we would want food with some taste to it, as well as some vitamin C. I had enough seed left, and could raise a couple of decent crops before the weather turned cold, if I could keep the bloody rabbits off. I drummed my fingers on the handle of my basket, thinking. The Indians scattered clippings of their hair around the edges of the fields, but that was more protection against deer than rabbits.
Jamie was the best repellent, I decided. Nayawenne had told me that the scent of carnivore urine would keep rabbits away–and a man who ate meat was nearly as good as a mountain lion, to say nothing of being more biddable. Yes, that would do; he’d shot a deer only two days ago; it was still hanging. I should brew a fresh bucket of spruce beer to go with the roast venison, though…
~ Drums of Autumn
Countdown to Season 4: Favourite Jamie & Claire Moment Episode 1x05, Rent
For I had come back, and I dreamed once more, in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna’s sleeping breath.
“You are mine,” it had said. “Mine! And I will not let you go.
~ Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon
~ Claire Fraser
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Jamie carrying Claire | S1, S2, S4
What is going on here?? “TODAY”???
“You are my courage, as I am your conscience,” he whispered. “You are my heart – and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?”
“I do know that,” I said, and my voice shook. “That’s why I’m so afraid. I don’t want to be half a person again. I can’t bear it.”
He thumbed a lock of hair off my wet cheek, and pulled me into his arms, so close that I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was so solid, so alive, ruddy hair curling gold against bare skin. And yet I had held him so before – and lost him.
His hand touched my cheek, warm despite the dampness of my skin.
“Do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered.
My hands curled into fists against his chest. No, I didn’t think it a small thing at all.
“All the time after ye left me, after Culloden – I was dead then, was I not?” […]
“I was dead, my Sassenach – and yet all that time, I l o v e d y o u .”
I closed my eyes, feeling the tickle of grass on my lips. light as the touch of sun and air.
“I loved you, too,” I whispered. “I a l w a y s w i l l .”
The grass fell away. Eyes still closed, I felt him lean toward me, and his mouth on mine, warm as sun, light as air.
“So long as my body lives, and yours – we are one flesh,” he whispered. His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand. Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of him supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest.
“And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire – I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.”
~ Drums of Autumn”chapter 16, “The First Law of Thermodynamics”
“How shall I tell ye what it is, to feel the need of a place?” he said softly. “The need of snow beneath my shoon. The breath of the mountains, breathing their own breath in my nostrils as God gave breath to Adam. The scrape of rock under my hand, climbing, and the sight of the lichens on it, enduring in the sun and the wind.”
His breath was gone and he breathed again, taking mine. His hands were linked behind my head, holding me, face-to-face.
“If I am to live as a man, I must have a mountain,” he said simply. His eyes were open wide, searching mine for understanding.
“Will ye t r u s t m e , Sassenach?” he said. His nose pressed against mine, but his eyes didn’t blink. Neither did mine.
“ W i t h m y l i f e ,” I said.
I felt his lips smile, an inch from mine.
“And with your heart?”
“ A l w a y s ,” I whispered, closed my eyes, and kissed him.
~ Drums of Autumn, chapter 19, “Hearth Blessing”
