Promise you the Moon Gilmore Girls, Jess/Rory, no warnings, gg, jess/rory, she said i had a dirty mouth, but she kissed me like she meant it
The bus shook almost upsetting her coffee cup, which was balanced on the other seat as she saved her newest piece. Only a hundred more words and this one would be done and she could go back to her book or attempt sleep before they reached Iowa.
Pride and Prejudice sat their invitingly, promising comfort in manners that were simple, stories that involved misunderstandings about families not laws that weren't easily checked, and romances that had happy endings. Logan had offered her a once upon a time type of happily ever after, San Francisco, the land of start-ups and a different sort of hope and him. Everything rattled as a particularly bad pothole threatened to upend them and she stared at the words, she'd made her choice. Her happily ever after was going to be written in ink that she wrote down with no else pushing her pen and suggesting ideas
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Her happily ever after was going to be written in ink that she wrote down with no else pushing her pen and suggesting ideas.
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Her dreams had been full of kisses, she woke up cataloging them as it was easier than missing the ones who'd given them to her. Dean's careful kisses as if she might break if pressed too tightly, Jess' that bruised with wanting, Paris' full of sarcasm and tasting of dares, Logan's that didn't feel as real, Logan's should feel real, his had lasted the longest. Dean should have been the fairy tale prince, too fine, too good though he wasn't but he tried to be. Logan acted like a prince, expecting and pushing and teaching her to tell the world that she was deserving, but Jess had done that first. He looked and said, I want, you want, let's want together. It had scared her but she'd seen where it had taken him. In Philadelphia, he had been sure of himself and not looking elsewhere for anything. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep dreaming of Jess' kisses that asked for everything.I LOVE
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This is gorgous. I love Rory's thoughts on her past relationships and what they represented in her life and what they didn't, what they pretended to represent. I loved the line about her getting her happily ever after in ink she wrote down herself.
And then it came back to Jess, maybe not forever, but back again. Poetry that takes you back to where it began. So lovely. I loved this! (And I wish I had a Rory/Jess icon.)
The bus shook almost upsetting her coffee cup, which was balanced on the other seat as she saved her newest piece. Only a hundred more words and this one would be done and she could go back to her book or attempt sleep before they reached Iowa.
Pride and Prejudice sat their invitingly, promising comfort in manners that were simple, stories that involved misunderstandings about families not laws that weren't easily checked, and romances that had happy endings. Logan had offered her a once upon a time type of happily ever after, San Francisco, the land of start-ups and a different sort of hope and him. Everything rattled as a particularly bad pothole threatened to upend them and she stared at the words, she'd made her choice. Her happily ever after was going to be written in ink that she wrote down with no else pushing her pen and suggesting ideas ( ... )
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THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Her dreams had been full of kisses, she woke up cataloging them as it was easier than missing the ones who'd given them to her. Dean's careful kisses as if she might break if pressed too tightly, Jess' that bruised with wanting, Paris' full of sarcasm and tasting of dares, Logan's that didn't feel as real, Logan's should feel real, his had lasted the longest. Dean should have been the fairy tale prince, too fine, too good though he wasn't but he tried to be. Logan acted like a prince, expecting and pushing and teaching her to tell the world that she was deserving, but Jess had done that first. He looked and said, I want, you want, let's want together. It had scared her but she'd seen where it had taken him. In Philadelphia, he had been sure of himself and not looking elsewhere for anything. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep dreaming of Jess' kisses that asked for everything.I LOVE ( ... )
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And then it came back to Jess, maybe not forever, but back again. Poetry that takes you back to where it began. So lovely. I loved this! (And I wish I had a Rory/Jess icon.)
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