THIS scene from ‘Eternity’♥
I just realized that I needed the “never-ending kiss” on my blog. This is the infamous gif from legendland
His eyes fell on the young woman as she came around the bend in front of him. His breath caught for an instant. Her brown hair was full, lush, and long, complementing the contours of her body. She was tall, almost as tall as he, and about the same age. The dress she wore was like none he had ever seen: almost white, cut square at the neck, interrupted only by a small, tan leather waist pouch. The weave of the fabric was fine and smooth, almost glistening, and bore none of the lace of frills he was used to seeing, no prints or colors to distract from the was it caressed her form. The dress was elegant in its simplicity. She halted, the long graceful folds regally trailing her gathered about her legs.
Richard approached and stopped three strides away so as not to appear a threat. She stood straight and still, her arms at her side. Her eyebrows had the graceful arch of a raptor’s wings in flight. Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs. She held him with her gaze as surely as a grip of iron would, searching his eyes as if searching his soul, seeking an answer to something. I am here to help you, he said in his mind. He meant it more than any thought he had ever had.
The intensity of her gaze relaxed, loosening its hold on him. In her eyes he saw something that attracted him more than anything else. Intelligence. He saw it flaring there, burning in her, and through it all he felt an overriding sense of her integrity. Richard felt safe.
A warning flashed in his mind, making him remember why he was there, that time was clear.
”I was up there on a hill, above the lake. I saw you walking on the path by the shore. There are some men following you.”
She betrayed no emotion, but continued to hold his gaze. “How many?”
He thought her question strange, but answered it. “Four.”
The color drained from her face.
She turned her head, surveying the woods behind her, scanning the shadows briefly, then looked back to him once more, her green eyes searching his.
”Do you choose to help me?” Except for her color, her exquisite features gave no hint as to her emotions.
Before his mind could form a thought, he heard himself say, “Yes.”
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever disseyer my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Edgar Allan Poe [Annabel Lee]
I absolutely LOVE when she goes into Con Dar mode.