“Sorcha,” he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach.
And yet in the moment when she passed him, she was Sorcha. Not only “Claire,” it meant—but light.
~THE FIERY CROSS
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random OUTLANDER moments 8/♾️, 3x09
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What if I started drawing Outlander again in my current art style....
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Throwback drawing of Caitriona at the 2018 Golden Globes
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I finally got around finishing my digital painting!! What do you all think?
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So this is one of my favourite outfits, so I couldn’t help myself and not draw it.
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“I can’t describe what this second and third absence of yours has been like - this kind of half-life, this aridness of the soul, this constant malaise, this infinite poverty, this bad dream I fall into when I lose you.”
(Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. July 1949)
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