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oscarwetnwilde · 7 months

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James Wilby Kissing Scenes: Murder In Mind- Echoes (2003): Part Two.

#James Wilby #Murder In Mind #Kate Magowan #Echoes #Sir Richard Morton #Eloise Duvall #James Wilby Kissing Scenes

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abandonedbraininaskinsuit · 2 days

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Why is Maurice (1987) such a devastating movie? (So many spoilers ahead)

First, it's a historical film because it's based off a book that's over a hundred years old. It's based off of the authors life being scared to be in love with a man while the Ocsar Wilde trials were happening. Written in 1913-14, it was only able to be published a year after the author died, in 1971.

The film was made with so much passion. And you can see it in the production and acting. Hugh Grant and James Wilby both do such an amazing job acting as though they have this beautiful, passionate love that goes on for years. Only until Clive (Hugh Grant) decides that it's not worth it to hide their love, so they should break up and marry women. You can see in Clives body language that when he and Maurice start talking again, he's still not quite over Maurice (I have no doubt that Clive was possibly bi, but I'm not here to speculate). And Maurice never quite gets over Clive, so he sends himself to conversion therapy. This just makes him and his platonic time with Clive absolutely miserable. And then when Clive, in a moment of weakness, makes Maurice kiss his hand, they both make eachother suffer. They know in that moment that they want a romantic embrace that had comforted them so many years ago, but if they were to let that happen, they'd lose everything for it. So they suffer in silence as their love turns into a bitter sweet feeling.

In the same scene that the kiss on the hand happens, you can see that Maurice is writing a tragic letter. My belief is that this is possibly a suicide note from his depression of being forced to repress his homosexuality. This could also be from his broken heart. Maurice never truly gets over his broken heart until Alec Scudder (Rupert Graves) comes in his room and they sleep together. Maurice knows this is a bad idea, and tries to cut him off. But, Alec is desperately in love with him. This leads him to attempting to blackmail Maurice, but they both end up together.

When Maurice tells Clive that he's no longer in therapy and that he's in love with Alec, Clive laughs. But later you can see he's hurt by this, angered almost.

I honestly thought that Alec was the wrong choice for Maurice and that Clive and him would've been much happier together. But Clive always was seeking a woman to marry, and that would've also been the wrong choice. There's no right, no wrong choice. It's all happy and sad and everything in between. It makes me feel so much passion and sadness.

I'm genuinely sorry for anyone who read that entire rant.

#maurice #maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #hugh grant #rupert graves #james wilby #movies #i have so many thoughts #i have too much free time #movie buff

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specialmouse · 4 months

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My favorite hugh grant story is about how when he was filming maurice he would apparently have practice makeout sessions with james wilby and his roommate would come home in the middle of them. The funniest part about that is that the character hugh grant was playing was strictly averse to kissing wilby’s character like as a plot point so i don’t know what scene they were practicing for exactly

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evening-primroses · 3 years

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“[on intimacy in Maurice] . . . there’s a moment where . . where Maurice and Clive, played by Hugh, they hold each other, there’s a clumsy - not even a kiss, I don’t think the mouths even meet. The real person that the sort of proper sex scenes, as it were, are between Maurice and Scudder, played by Rupert, so - and Rupert’s one of those very easy actors and very pliable, if I may say the wo- use that word, he’s you know - if I hold - if I held Rupert, he would be holding me back. It was very - he was very physically easy to be with, I found it very easy to do those scenes, extraordinarily easy. We built up a rapport, he makes me laugh, Rupert, he always has done . . . ”

‘Great British Film - Merchant Ivory Memories - James Wilby on playing Maurice’ from Distinct Nostalgia by MIM

#this is so cute help #everytime i listen to this interview this part gives me a v special serotonin boost #maurice #maurice 1987 #james wilby #rupert graves

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mauriceclivealec · 3 years

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sorry if ppl may have already asked you this but, i've watched the movie recently and felt like a lot of intimate moments between clive and maurice aren't shown onscreen to us? had they been lovers until risley was arrested, the fight and clive's travel? did clive cheat on anne? they were probably seeing each other between 1910 and 1911, right? i'm sorry for the amount of questions but i'm rly curious djdj

Clive and Maurice never have physical intimacy. That’s one of the central points of the story – in E. M Forster’s novel and in James Ivory’s film. For three years, Maurice and Clive have a ‘platonic’ – i.e. sexless, non-physical – relationship.

This is a central reason why Clive is ultimately wrong for Maurice, and why Maurice finds happiness with Alec.

Even though Forster was writing in 1913-14, at a date when any hint of sex between men was illegal in the UK and punishable by imprisonment – and he wrote Maurice as a 35-year-old gay virgin who did not believe he would ever be able to have a physical relationship legally in his lifetime – he did a brave thing. He wrote a novel which shows that physical/sexual love between men is healthy and normal – not sick – and he gave his lovers who form a physical relationship, Maurice and Alec, a happy ending, without punishment.

Maurice is also a novel in which two contrasting 1910s attitudes to same-sex love between men are debated (lots has been written about this), and this is where Clive fits in.

Clive’s stated position (born out of self-repression and/or fear) is that same-sex love between men is only acceptable IF there is no sex. (Remember the film discussion on the punt in Cambridge, where Risley calls Clive ‘cold as a fish on a marble slab’?)

One key film scene where this is made really clear is when Maurice and Clive drive out into the Fens near Cambridge and lie down in the grass. It’s clear thar Maurice wants to take things further physically (check out James Wilby’s acting!) – but Clive will not even let Maurice kiss him properly on the mouth, and when Maurice tries to put a hand inside Clive’s shirt, Clive stops him. Clive says: ‘I think it would bring us down’.

Similarly, the point of the scene in the novel (= the deleted film scene titled ‘The night before Greece’), where Clive asks Maurice if he can climb into bed with him, is that this is torment for Maurice because Clive won’t permit anything physical, although it’s a torment that (after 3 years of this) Maurice has trained himself to accept:

"I'm cold and miserable generally. I can't sleep. I don't know why."

Maurice did not misunderstand [Clive]. He knew and [had convinced himself by now that he] shared [Clive’s] opinions on this point. They lay side by side without touching. Presently Clive said, "It's no better here. I shall go." Maurice was not sorry, for he could not get to sleep either, though for a different reason, and he was afraid Clive might hear the drumming of his heart, and guess what it was. (Maurice, end of Ch 21)

Incidentally, in a letter to Forster written as early as 1915, Lytton Strachey (one of the trusted friends to whom Forster had lent an early draft of Maurice to read) questioned why Maurice puts up with this from Clive. “He [Maurice] was a strong healthy youth ... how the Dickens could Clive restrain him?”

Forster implies that Clive’s marriage to Anne, too, is more or less sexless, and certainly passionless:

So much could never be mentioned. He never saw her naked, nor she him. They ignored the reproductive and the digestive functions. (Maurice, end of Ch 33)

And, in the closing scenes, when Maurice returns to Penge/Pendersleigh by night to tell Clive his news about Alec before disappearing for ever from Clive’s life, Clive’s entire reaction is to treat physical sex between men as wrong. Clive recoils from the joy Maurice (and Forster) can’t resist sharing:

"I have shared with Alec," [Maurice] said after deep thought.

"Shared what?"

"All I have. Which includes my body."

Clive sprang up with a whimper of disgust. ... [H]is thin, sour disapproval, his dogmatism, the stupidity of his heart, revolted Maurice, who could only have respected hatred.

"I put it offensively," [Maurice] went on, "but I must make sure you understand. Alec slept with me in the Russet Room that night when you and Anne were away."

"Maurice—oh, good God!"

"Also in town. Also—" here he stopped.

Even in his nausea Clive turned to a generalization – it was part of the mental vagueness induced by his marriage. "But surely—the sole excuse for any relationship between men is that it remain purely platonic."

"I don't know. I've come to tell you what I did."

(Maurice, Ch 46)

#Asks #maurice 1987 #e. m. forster #lytton strachey #clive durham #the clive question #lgbtq+ history

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novemberhush · 4 years

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Which are some of your favourite books and what are some of your favourite scene(s)?

Hey! Thanks for your ask! I’m guessing this goes back to that ask I had the other day where I mentioned I liked keeping my favourite books on my bedside table so I can reread my favourite parts again whenever I want. In which case I’m going to use the books I currently have beside me and give you a few little snippets of my favourite bits.😊

Okay, first up is Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin, where the main character, David, an American in Paris and deep in denial about his sexuality, meets the beautiful Italian bartender, Giovanni, and both are instantly smitten, although David fights it. He is still trying to fight the attraction when he is given these words of advice from an older gay man he is acquainted with.

“Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?”

Which sounds terribly romantic, but which he follows up by saying that because they’re two men it can never last. Which sounds terribly bleak. But he goes on to advise David to grab happiness while he can and to rejoice in their time together and not turn it into something dirty or shameful. Unfortunately this is something David will struggle to do.

Then there’s At Swim, Two Boys by Jamie O’Neill, set in Ireland in the year leading up to the 1916 Easter Rising against British rule and telling the story of the shy, naive Jim and the confident, cheeky Doyler, two boys falling in love amid the turbulent times. The boys originally met when they were younger and had been on the verge of something great before Doyler’s family moved away, but now Doyler is back and the boys have been reunited, their bond stronger than ever.

He pulled Jim closer round the shoulders and his other hand reached to Jim’s knee. It just rested there, the thumb stroking the weave of the cloth, just very softly the warp and the weft.

Away in the Southern Ocean, Jim heard the policemen chaffing. He was convinced the hand would move. It would travel up his leg. It would find him there, this moving thing. “It would be great if you’d kiss me,” he said. But he didn’t say that at all. He jumped to his feet, shrugging the arm from his neck.

Next we have Maurice by E.M. Forster, the story of a young man in Edwardian England finding love, first with his friend from university and then later with the friend’s gamekeeper on his country estate. (I also highly recommend the 1987 film version, starring James Wilby, Rupert Graves and an excellent Hugh Grant.)

“I was yours once till death if you’d cared to keep me, but I’m someone else’s now... and he’s mine in a way that shocks you, but why don’t you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness?”

Then there’s Girlfriend in a Coma, which has many quotable passages, but in the interests of not making this a really long post I’ll pick just one. As for the plot, I’m not sure how to sum that up so I’m not even going to try!

Question: would I do it the same way all over again? Absolutely - because I learned something along the way. Most people don’t learn things along the way. Or if they do, they conveniently forget those things when it suits their need. Most people, given a second chance, fuck it up completely. It’s one of those laws of the universe that you can’t shake. People, I have noticed, only seem to learn once they get their third chance - after losing and wasting vast sums of time, money, youth, and energy - you name it. But still they learn, which is the better thing in the end.

Last, but definitely not least, among the prose books is Bitter Eden, one of my absolute favourites. It’s set in a World War 2 prisoner of war camp and the blurb on the front says it examines ‘ordinary male relationships in extraordinary circumstances’. Which basically means the protagonist and his best friend catch feelings for each other. (Yes, you’ve probably noticed there’s a heavy gay theme running through most of these books.) I love the writing in this book. It’s often spare and unflinching, and the author doesn’t try to dress things up, and I think it’s all the better for that. If you were to ask for my favourite parts, well, I could write out the whole book. But I’ll make this passage suffice.

Suddenly it is here again, crashing down between us like a sawn-through tree - the separation that had faced us once before, but had been thwarted by a vagary of war. Had we, like children living only for today, really thought that there would be no second reckoning, that, then, the tree would still not fall? I look at him and he looks back, our eyes the eyes of creatures that, spines crushed, reach out to each other across a widening gulf...

Moving from prose to poetry, I have both the Collected Shorter Poems by W.H. Auden and Selected Poetry by W.B. Yeats on the table as well (although the Yeats one usually resides on my bookshelf, not the bedside table, but I happened to be looking for a particular poem the other night and never got around to putting it back on the shelf). Anyway, from our old friend Auden, have the first verse of his poem, Lullaby.

Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Human on my faithless arm;

Time and fevers burn away

Individual beauty from

Thoughtful children, and the grave

Proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day

Let the living creature lie,

Mortal, guilty, but to me

The entirely beautiful.

And I think this post has got quite long enough so I’ll leave you there with once again thanks for being interested in boring old me. Thanks!😊😘❤️

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lilacmoon83 · 5 years

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Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 97: Once in a Lullaby

Regina and Daniel arrived back at the stables, following another ride. They dismounted and she watched him take the saddles off their horses.

"Another successful lesson," she mentioned. He smiled.

"Please...you are beyond needing lessons," he said fondly. She smiled coyly.

"Then I guess it's the company that keeps me coming back," she teased, as she put her arms around him. He smiled and put her arms around him, initiating a kiss with her.

"Let's run away," Regina suggested.

"You know we can't," he responded.

"Yes, we can...there's really nothing for me here. A life with you is all I want," she insisted.

"I have nothing to give you but my love…" she reminded.

"And your love is all I need," she said.

"You're a Princess...your mother would never stop looking for us," he warned.

"Then we'll leave the Kingdom and go somewhere she can't find us," Regina replied.

"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly. She nodded.

"My parents will soon start offering me up to suitors. I'm surprised they haven't already and I will not marry someone I don't love like some business transaction," she said defiantly. He had to agree with her there. It would kill him to see her treated like that and he knew that was the future for most royals.

"Then pack and meet me here tonight. We'll leave just after midnight," he agreed. She grinned and kissed him soundly again, before hurrying back toward the palace with a bright smile on her face. As she passed through the barn doors, she failed to see Zelena there, concealing herself at the entrance, having been spying on them. She had come to summon Regina at her mother's request, only to find her in the arms of the stable boy and hearing him declare his love for her. It instantly made her jealous and she was unaware of the sudden green skin on her neck, as she scowled.

Zelena had long ago known that love wasn't in her future and for the most part, she was okay with that, for her mother had drilled into her that love was weakness. But to find out that her younger sister had already found love and might escape this life of duty and responsibility to be free made her extremely jealous. It caught her off guard a bit, as she realized that Regina being happy while she was decidedly chronically unhappy and likely to remain so didn't set well at all. And as Zelena stormed back to report to her mother, she decided that her little sister wasn't going to get away with her treachery.

~*~

Once they got far enough from Longbourne, they stopped by a stream to let Stardust and Wilby drink, while they drank some water themselves.

"Here," David said, as he fished some berries out of his satchel and handed them to her. She frowned.

"I ate some berries the other day and got really sick," she mentioned skeptically.

"Let me guess...blue ones?" he asked. She nodded.

"I'm surprised you're still alive after eating the blue ones, but I promise the red ones are safe to eat," he said, popping one in his mouth to show her. Since he was eating them, she trusted that and had some too.

"So...why did you save me?" she asked. She may have been a bit sheltered, but she knew enough about the world, thanks to Papa Hades mostly, that there were a lot of bad people out there. Like the Woodcutter and more that wouldn't have been able to resist the riches Arawn was promising for her capture.

"It seemed like the honorable thing to do. Besides, you said you're innocent," he replied.

"And you believe me?" she questioned. He shrugged.

"You don't seem like the type capable of stabbing someone in cold blood," he retorted.

"I'm not...but that doesn't mean I'm not capable of defending myself," she warned. She didn't want him to see her as some weak little Princess. It was a misconception that her kindness meant she was weak and nothing could have been further from the truth.

"Uh yeah...my chin found that out," he joked, as he pointed to the scratch there and she winced.

"How very Charming of you to point it out again," she complained. He chuckled.

"No hard feelings," he replied and she smirked.

"So what are you doing way out here, Charming?" she asked.

"I have a name you know," he replied.

"Don't care...Charming suits you," she retorted and he chuckled.

"My name is David and that is Wilby," he said, as his dog was curled up beside her.

"Hello Wilby," she said, as she continued to pet him and then stole another glance at her handsome rescuer. As long as she was with him though, he was in danger.

"I should probably get out of your hair now," she mentioned.

"Wait...where will you go?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I'll hide until my mother can find me. With a war going on though...their time will not be their own," she feared.

"You could come back with me. My mothers would never turn you away and our farm is pretty secluded. You'd be safe until your mother can find you," he offered.

"And what would your mothers think about you bringing home a wanted fugitive?" Snow questioned. He smirked.

"They'd take you in like their own, because that's how they are. You know, my mama Sera once had to escape an Evil King to save her own life. She's a lot like you," he mentioned. Snow seemed intrigued by that.

"Your mother was once a royal?" she asked.

"My biological mother's wife...yes. She was once a Queen, but she couldn't have children and the King had her taken away. The Kingdom was told she was ill, but his Knights were to execute her," he explained.

"And she escaped?" Snow asked. He nodded.

"With the help of one Knight that still remained loyal to her. He helped her escape and convinced the other Knights that he had carried out her execution. She escaped to her family estate. Then a few years later...she met my mother in the market. We had just left my drunk father. Mama Sera took us in and they fell in love," he replied.

"That's a wonderful story," Snow said, enamored by it.

"So what do you say?" he asked.

"I wouldn't want to impose," she replied uncertainly.

"You wouldn't be. If it makes it better, you can help my mothers and me with the chores for a room. We have some chickens and a few other animals. Mother knits blankets and Mama Sera is really good at making pottery. I was selling their goods in Longbourne," he said. Snow smiled. She didn't know why, but somehow she knew she could trust him and it was more than he had just saved her life.

"If you're sure...then I accept. I'm sure my mother will find me soon and it will be easier for her if I stay in one place," she replied. He smiled.

"Good...if we leave now, we'll be home in time for supper," he said, as he helped her onto Stardust, put Wilby on with her and then got on behind her, before they rode off again.

~*~

Prince James glared at the King and his Knights. Arawn's army was twice the size of theirs and their Kingdom had been the first he decided to invade. Their Kingdom, not unlike King Eli's, was headed for financial ruin, so Arawn naturally saw them as easy pickings.

"You cannot do this!" George bellowed.

"Oh, I assure you that we can, Your Majesty. This Kingdom now belongs to King Arawn and you and your son will either comply or face the gallows," Frollo stated. George seethed at that. He didn't want to answer to anyone, but he also didn't want to be executed either.

"We will stand with you then, King Arawn," George conceded.

"What?!" James exclaimed, but his father put his hand up to silence his son.

"You'll be silent and do as your told, James," he hissed, much to the chagrin of his boy.

"Yes father," he asked through clenched teeth.

"A wise choice, George. I have heard your son is excellent in combat," Arawn stated, as he looked at him.

"He is Your Majesty. My James would make an excellent General in your conquest," George offered. James couldn't help the stab of betrayal he felt at that. His father, selfish as always. He knew this was a tough place, but offering him up to appease another royal left him feeling bitter. He couldn't help but feel slighted by it. After all, word had it that King Eli was facing execution to save his child, but James knew that George would never throw himself on a sword or go to such lengths to protect him. His father loved him to a point; as much as a man like him was capable of loving. But he had known since a very young age that he was not loved unconditionally. It hurt, but it had hardened him into the warrior he was and now, against his will, he would be going off to fight a war he neither wanted to fight nor believed in.

~*~

Persephone and Hades arrived at the campsite they had heard about in Longbourne. The rumor was that Princess Snow had killed again, according to the propaganda being spread by Arawn's Knights. Claude Frollo, his Royal Vizier had already taken to making speeches to the Northern Kingdom and had painted her daughter as a demon. His fear mongering and hate speech was only working on those of noble birth or those that were easily frightened and lacked brains. The majority of the people, especially the poor and working class loved her daughter, for Snow had never set herself above them. It was not uncommon for her to go into the villages and mingle with them. She remembered many a Saturnalia festivals where she had requested to spend them outside the castle walls and with the people. But unfortunately, the ones supporting Arawn were the people with power and money, leaving everyone else to their mercy.

Once they heard of the incident, they quickly descended upon the scene, only to find several of his soldiers there. The whispers she had garnered from some of the people was that the Woodcutter had been after Snow. He was a notoriously skilled bounty hunter and they had immediately rushed to find the scene.

Persephone hurried toward the prison carriage and instantly wondered if her daughter had been locked in there, scared and alone. But a Knight blocked her path.

"You will let me pass," she said sternly.

"This scene is off limits by order of King Arawn," the Knight stated.

"I do not and will never take orders from your corrupt, power hungry King. Out of my way, soldier or you will be made to move," she warned. But they did not listen and Hades rolled his eyes at their sheer stupidity. When it came to protecting their daughter, they could both be utterly ruthless.

"Because you are so incredibly stupid, I will give you one more chance to step aside," Hades warned, as the other Knights surrounded him.

"Fine...I warned you," Hades said, as his hair and body lit up with blue flames. And though they tried to act as if they did not fear him, they cautiously backed away.

"You're all very lucky that I don't need anymore customers in the Underworld," he growled, as he picked them all up and tossed them away with his light blue magic, rendering them all unconscious.

Persephone walked toward the prison carriage and looked inside it. On the door, she picked up a tiny piece of white fabric and instantly knew that it had been torn from Snow's cloak.

"We can use a locator spell," he suggested.

"If we do...it might lead Arawn to her too," she replied. He winced, knowing she was right. They would have to be very careful. Already, they had learned that his Royal Vizier had an uncanny way of gathering information. Add to that, Deimos had joined Arawn's army and they had Zeus' backing. Soon, he knew the Underworld would be overwhelmed with souls caught in the cross hairs of war and he would be forced to return to deal with the influx of dead.

"Zeus is using our daughter to basically chain me to the Underworld again," he growled.

"And he will not get away with it," Persephone said, as she removed the sheet over the body of the Woodcutter.

"Trampled...at least we know Stardust is doing his job," he commented.

"Normally I do not advocate for harsh punishment...but this one," she hissed, as she imagined the man had found his way to the Underworld by now. A man like this would have had unfinished business, but his soul was one that she wanted no peace for.

"He put his hands on our little girl. He will suffer the fate of my rivers," Hades promised her. Persephone could almost hear Snow's screams and feel how scared she must have been. It could have been so much worse and she broke down in tears at that. Hades swept her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"I just want our baby back…" she sobbed. He held her and then realized she was focused on something over his shoulder. He noticed she had gone rigid and he followed her line of sight.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's a sapling…" she replied, as she put her hand to it and it glowed with green light.

"A true love sapling…" she realized.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded and saw her smile.

"Oh yes...our little Snowdrop is not alone. Athena foresaw this. Snow will find true love that is written in the stars," she recalled.

"Then it has happened…" he said. She nodded.

"And we both know how rare this is. A first meeting without even knowing each other has sparked true love," she said wistfully with hope in her voice.

"You and I both know that with such a true love can come great strife," he feared. She nodded.

"I know...that's why we must find them," she agreed.

"Has...has a meeting like this ever happened before?" he asked, trying to recall. She smiled.

"Only once before and even then, it did not happen until Altair and Vega had already fallen in love. This is unprecedented," she revealed.

"Ah yes...Altair and Vega. They are happy together in Elysian. But we both know it wasn't always good for them. They spent more time apart than together," she reminded.

"Then we will do whatever we can to make sure Snow and her true love don't share that fate. But at least we know she isn't alone," Persephone said. He nodded in agreement.

"She isn't. Stardust isn't the only one that helped her. If she was locked in here, a person would have had to let her out," Hades surmised. Persephone smiled.

"Then I have hope that she is safe and will be safe until we can find her," she replied. Hades took her hand, as she used her magic to carefully uproot the sapling and then it disappeared, as she poofed it to a safe place.

"Let's find our daughter," she said. He smiled and took her hand, as they disappeared.

~*~

Regina shouldered her satchel and hurried back to the stables. It was nearly midnight and she was certain they would be far enough away before anyone realized that they were gone.

"Daniel?" she called. He smiled and came out from saddling up their horses. They ran to each other and shared a kiss.

"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded eagerly.

"Are you sure about this? You must know that life with a Stable Boy will be a far cry from life as a Princess," he reminded. But she shook her head and caressed his face.

"All I care about is you," Regina insisted.

"Then let's go," Daniel said, as they prepared to depart. But they stopped, as Zelena appeared in the doorway.

"Zelena…" Regina said, swallowing thickly, as she felt a ripple of fear go down her spine.

"So...you're just going to run off without a word?" the redhead questioned.

"Zelena...I…" she started to say, but her older sister cut her off.

"Do you really think mother wouldn't notice that you're leaving the palace in the dead of night?" she asked.

"No...I know she will, but this is the life I want, Zelena and mother will never allow it unless we escape," Regina replied.

"Oh, you are such a little fool…" Zelena hissed, as Regina frowned.

"You are a Princess! You will someday be a Queen when mother finds you the right suitor and you throw that kind of power away for this," she said, looking at Daniel with distaste.

"You may want power, Zelena...but I don't. I want love," Regina protested.

"Love is for children," Zelena replied.

"Well said, my daughter," Cora cooed, as she made her presence known. Regina's eyes flashed with betrayal.

"You told her?!" Regina cried. Zelena smirked evilly.

"Of course I did," she replied, as she got closer to her sister so their faces were only inches apart.

"If I can't escape this life...then neither can you," Zelena hissed bitterly. And Regina knew what she meant by that. Zelena was perfectly willing to sacrifice the possibility to love for power. But it was still a sacrifice. Still a life lived in somewhat of a gilded cage. It was empty and hallow. Power came with a price and that was not lost on Zelena. She realized at that moment that her older sister would never be happy and thus would never allow Regina to be happy if she had any power.

"It's my life, mother. You have one Princess that wants power and is perfectly willing to be married off. But not me," Regina said defiantly.

"Wrong...it's my life, you foolish girl. After what I had to do, the deals I had to make to get us out of poverty...I had to marry myself to a man that would rather be putting his hands on a child than me," Cora snapped.

"Stay strong, Regina," Daniel whispered to her.

"Your magic can't keep us apart. I love him," Regina stated.

"And I love her," Daniel added.

"We love you too, Regina," Cora claimed.

"If you love me, then you won't keep us apart!" Regina cried.

"I'm sorry...but this is my happiness. We're going," she declared.

"So this is your decision? This will make you happy?" Cora questioned.

"It already has," Regina confirmed.

"Then who am I to stop it?" Cora asked. Zelena's mouth was ajar in disbelief.

"Mother…" Zelena growled, but Cora silenced her by putting her hand up, as Regina hugged her.

"Thank you, mother," she said.

"Daniel…" Cora said, as she took him aside.

"If you want to have a life together, a family, then there's one important lesson I can impart on you. It's what it means to be a parent. You always have to do what's best for your children," Cora explained.

"Thank you. I understand. Because that's what you're doing right now," he agreed.

"Yes...it is," Cora declared, as she plunged her hand into his chest and he cried out in pain.

"Mother!" Regina shouted.

"Noooo!" she cried, as Daniel fell to the ground, as her mother clenched his heart, until it was crushed to dust and he took his final breath in Regina's arms.

"Mother...what have you done?!" Regina sobbed.

"This is your happy ending, Regina," Cora promised.

"That doesn't make any sense! You just killed the man I love!" she cried.

"I know, you'll have to trust me, Regina. I know best. Love is weakness...Zelena knows this and now you must learn as well. It feels real now, but it is an illusion. It fades and then you are left with nothing. But power...true power...endures. And then you don't have to rely on anyone to get what you want. I have saved you, my dear," she promised.

"You ruined my life is what you did!" Regina screamed, as she glared daggers at her mother and then her sister.

"Especially you…" Regina growled. But Zelena only smirked evilly, like she was enjoying her sister's pain. At that point, Henry scrambled in and saw the scene.

"Make sure Regina gets back to the castle and is cleaned up. She's filthy from this place," Cora said coldly, as she and Zelena left without another word. Regina remained sobbing, as she held Daniel's lifeless body in her arms. Henry placed his hands on her shoulders, tears of his own slipping down his face. Seeing his child in so much pain hurt him deeply.

"What will I do, Henry? She killed him...I loved him…" Regina sobbed.

"I am so sorry, Regina…" he offered, as he hugged her gently.

"I want them to pay for doing this," she growled, as anger marred her features. And Henry realized there might be a way to make them pay. Normally, he would never advocate revenge...but his daughter deserved it against those two monsters that claimed to love her. He swallowed thickly, knowing that he could face execution for what he was about to tell her. But it did not matter. She deserved to finally know the truth.

"Perhaps there is a way to make them…"

~*~

Deimos dismounted his horse, as he arrived at the sight where the Woodcutter had been killed.

"We have reason to believe that they are headed south, Lord Deimos," one of the soldiers reported.

"Then what are you still doing here?" Deimos growled, frightening all the men as he toppled the prison carriage over with one well placed kick, demonstrating his monstrous strength.

"Si...Sir…" one brave soldier interjected.

"What?" Deimos growled.

"If...if the Princess is headed in the direction we think, we may be able to get ahead of her. There...there is a Troll bridge not far from here that would offer a shortcut," the man offered. Deimos smirked.

"That's good work...you'll lead this mission," he decided.

"But...Lord Deimos, I am the lead on this mission, the General replied.

"Oh I'm sorry," Deimos apologized, as the man's eyes bulged suddenly, as the God wrapped a hand around his neck and snapped it effortlessly, before tossing the body away.

"Now you're the lead," he stated, as he and the soldiers moved out.

~*~

After riding for a couple hours, Snow and David stopped by a stream for another drink for them and the animals, as well as a break. They ate some of the rations his mother had packed for him, while resting.

"So...I told you about my Moms, but you haven't said much about your parents," he mentioned. She smiled.

"I have three, like you and if you know who I am...then you probably know who they are," she replied.

"Yeah...but I'd still like to hear about them from you. I doubt the stories everyone else tells are entirely accurate," he answered. She smirked.

"You mean about my step-father being evil incarnate? Or the one where my father is a weak King that disgraced his legacy by having a bastard daughter with the Queen of the Underworld?" she asked. He gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm not really the type to buy into gossip," he said.

"That's refreshing, because you're one of the only ones," she replied, as she took a breath.

"Daddy is a good man. He seems weak sometimes, because he's in such a difficult position. He never wanted to marry Ravenna...but he did his duty to his Kingdom," she said.

"That must have made him very unhappy," he mentioned. She nodded.

"He was...but he always said I made him happy, despite all that. Then Mama went back to Papa Hades and somehow, he changed and they actually fell in love. She restarted his heart with true love's kiss," she explained.

"That's amazing," he mentioned. She nodded in agreement.

"It is. I hoped someday that Daddy could find love again...but he told me I was enough for him. But now…" she said, as she trailed off sadly.

"Now...he's been imprisoned, because of me," she said, choking back a sob.

"I'm sorry...you must be terribly worried about him," he offered. She nodded and wiped her tears away.

"Maybe I should just turn myself in...maybe they'd let him go then," she said.

"No...that's the last thing you should do. It's the last thing he would want you to do if he's the man you say he is," David protested.

"If there is one thing I know about parents...it's that they're not perfect, but they'll do anything to protect their children," he added, as a twig snapped, keeping their conversation from continuing. They froze and he motioned to her to be quiet, as he silently pulled a dagger from his pack and crept toward the tree where the sound had come from. A Knight, dressed in all black emerged and he prepared to stab at him, but the man caught his arm and they struggled, exchanging punches. Snow was quick to her feet and found her bow, only to be ambushed from behind. She screamed, as he tossed her over his horse and rode off with her. David was stricken with fear, as he saw what had happened. If the soldier got much further, it would all be over for her. With a surge of savage energy, he elbowed the soldier in the face, causing blood to gush down his face and in a move he swore he'd never use, he snapped the man's neck. He didn't like killing, but he had quickly realized that he'd do it if it meant protecting her. With that, he grabbed the bow and an arrow, as Stardust gave chase. He aimed expertly and fired, hitting his mark. The Soldier fell off the horse to his death, while Snow fell too, but was caught by her Unicorn and brought back safely to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, as he held her off the animal and to her feet. She stumbled, but he held her up, as they stared at each other with looks of awe.

"I'm...I'm fine...thanks to you," she replied. He sighed in relief, before looking back to see Wilby returning. He whined and nuzzled David's hand.

"I don't think we're going to be able to take that way home," he said.

"It will take longer, but I think we need to take the long way. We can keep going for a while and then we'll make camp for the night," he suggested. She nodded, as they packed up and mounted her Unicorn. This time, David rode in front and Snow was behind him with her arms around him. She leaned against his back, as she still attempted to get her bearings and listened to the thrumming of his heart, which brought her peace. He made her feel safe in a way she had never expected or anticipated and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that her heart was beating in sync with his...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #AU #Greek Mythology meets fairy tales #HadesxPersephone #Stable Queen #romance #adventure #family #dreaming out loud #ouat fanfiction

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sciammas · 7 years

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me watching the scene in maurice (1987) where twink james wilby and twink hugh grant kiss on a field: hey james ivory you asshole how about you dont plagiarize call me by your name next time

#the level of unprofessionalism.... is far too much

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I’m loving all these wonderful interviews with Ivory we’re getting - and it’s lovely to see Maurice getting some long overdue recognition!

This piece has some lovely historical - and current - details. It also has James Ivory’s recollection of something discussed in the Maurice interview extras - “He swears it was him”

Before shooting, Graves and Wilby agreed to make their love scenes convincing. “Rupert said, ‘Let’s go for it. Let’s give ’em a real kiss,’ ” Ivory said. “And they did—the sort of thing you don’t really see in movies with male lovers. It just never happens.”

Sorry, James ;)

#Rupert Graves #James Wilby #Maurice #Maurice 1987 #James Ivory #Merchant Ivory #Maurice 30th Anniversary edition #Quotes about Rupert #Quotes

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