Image credit to this youtube video of the song itself
Je t'ai rencontrée simplement | I met you simply
Et tu n'as rien fait pour chercher à me plaire | And you did nothing to try and please me
Je t'aime pourtant | Yet I love you
D'un amour ardent | With an ardent love
Dont rien, je le sens, ne pourra me défaire | Of which nothing, I feel, will be able to undo me
Tu seras toujours mon amante | You will always be my lover
Et je crois à toi comme au bonheur suprême | And I believe in you as in supreme happiness
Je te fuis parfois, mais je reviens quand même | I run away from you sometimes, but I return all the same
C'est plus fort que moi, Je t'aime | It's stronger than me, I love you
Interesting how this has been made to be the ending theme for the game, and in turn, the overarching theme woven through.
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He stops in front of her and leans his elbows on the bar.
She tilts her head. "You catch him?"
"Which him?" Hanna says. Her mood is expected.
"John Dilinger him. Jean Valjean him. Bigfoot him."
"Sorry, baby."
HE'S SUCH A FUCKING WISE GUY
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Eh gads! Brother T got me talking about the only pit orchestra I ever played in (local community theatre). But. Like, it's not on youtube or anywhere else. Was is all actually a fever dream? No, the wikipedia page exists. Oh, it's technically an operetta. Still unfindable. Still sucks. Probably. Gonna have to agree with the NYT Reviewer who called it, "one of the most overpoweringly dull musical dramas of all time" and compared its slow plot to "being hit over the head with a sledge hammer repeatedly all evening," adding: "It hurts." (Thanks, wiki.)
But the soundtrack IS still in my iTunes from when I burned the already twice burned CD in 2000(?). BRB. Me thinks it's sledge hammer time!
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→ EMBARRASSING MOMENTS DURING SEX !
wriothesley, neuvillette, lyney
→ wriothesley
given his occupation, wriothesley needs to blow off steam constantly - the minute he’s home from his duties, he’s on you like a feral dog, wasting no time and clasping the handcuffs around your wrists tightly. wriothesley pants heavily above your restrained form, sweat beading at his hairline, lips bitten red, and balls slapping harshly against your bottom with every thrust. while he enjoyed the roughness, he knew when the both of you were nearing your climaxes, you both preferred to be able to hold each other properly.
wriothesley reached over onto the bedside table where he usually held a spare set of keys for the handcuffs, only for his blunt nails to scratch against the oak wood.
“… my love, i’m afraid i’m gonna have to head back to the prison momentarily.”
→ neuvillette
now neuvillette is a stoic yet gentle lover - his passion runs thickly through his veins and clouds his every thought, even when in the court room. fontaine had reached a peaceful point in time - there were little to no trials and matters had instead been avoided or dropped entirely… perhaps focalors had found a more interesting thing to focus on.
it was rare neuvillette had you within the court rooms walls - the occasion saved for moments in time he needed to relax before an intense hearing, or times he knew the hydro archon was far from the building - yet he had chosen to bend you over the wooden balcony and slowly yet deeply thrust into you from behind with the knowledge the archon was somewhere within the building
“this has to be the most horrific thing the courts walls have ever seen!” focalors yelled dramatically from one of the neighbouring balconies. “i can never view you the same neuvillette!”
→ lyney
lyney had encountered more embarrassing moments with you during sex than out in public. not only does he have a nack for somehow bringing magic into the bedroom at the worst of times, but he has also been caught with you more times that he could count on both hands.
the magician is a playful lover through and through and lives for the thrill - he’s had you on his cock outside of the comfort of your shared bedroom more times then within - in an alleyway, the bathroom of a restaurant, and even backstage at the opera. of course though, after not being caught in all of those risky places, the moment he has your legs draped over his shoulders in the comfort of his house, lynette chooses to interrupt.
“lyney, freminet and i are heading out for groceries- what do you and y/n want for supper?” lyney can only bury his face into your neck in embarrassment. “anything lynette, please just leave.”
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