reid-dixon:

Whenever Jac was speaking Reid paid particular attention – more so than any other conversation he was in, where he would usually tune out or simply forget to take in details. When she spoke, though, he wanted to make sure he, first of all, understood what she was talking about, and, second of all, could respond well and possible use the information she gave him as a future reference – all to impress her, really. “I’ll just make her daughter love me and hopefully Apolline will follow suit,” he smiled. “Well, we wouldn’t want Sophie falling in love with me, which is pretty inevitable at this point. French girls do seem to have a thing for me.” He nudged her, sending a wink her way.

“I just wish I was around kids more, because I do enjoy their uh – company,” he began, and it was true. He was just waiting for one of his siblings to have a child so that he could have a little niece or nephew to look after – and he’d prefer to have that first so, if he did become a father, he could have some experience beforehand. “And they have cute feet – I mean, have you seen their socks? Of course you have but, aren’t they just the most adorable thing?” He scrunched his nose up and shook his head – remembering that he mustn’t sound too eager.

“I’m glad you see my point,” he looked down at her hands, not even realising the words that were coming out of his mouth. He slipped in and out of daydreaming for a moment and suddenly shook his head, “uh – sorry, I got distracted.” He placed a hand on her side and the implication was that he was, in fact, distracted by her.

“Not in the least,” he pursed his lips together and frowned, coughing in order to mask his laugh.

“All right,” he grabbed her hand and tilted his head in the direction they were going to go before beginning to walk. “Maybe we could find a deck of cards.” He looked to her and chuckled. “Just kidding, just kidding. Do we get rooms or do we just have to sit… anywhere?” As they entered the inside of the boat, he admired the various pictures and items that were scattered around. 

“I think Ap trusts Fleur’s opinion, as well as mine.” Jac reached up to flick a loose piece of hair that was standing up a bit on his head before pursing her lips. “I think they’ll both like you just fine. Or better than fine, really.” She rolled her eyes with a smile. “One very unstable French girl, because you’re very lucky.” Unstable was probably not the right word, but she would have to invent a new one in order to accurately describe herself.

Jac laughed strangely, trying her best not to make a questionable facial expression. “Yes, baby socks are the best part of having children. But…I do think I know what you mean. Though I don’t exactly want to be around children more in general, just one in particular.” She looked up at the darkening sky above her head before saying anything more. “None of your siblings have kids, do they? I—you’d be a good uncle, in any case.”

She snorted indelicately before thinking better of it. “I’m about as interesting as white fabric without any stitching, I think you’re just easily distracted in general.” She teased, crinkling her eyes in disbelief.

“You’re annoying, you know?” She sighed, shaking her head in mock-disapproval. “Maybe it would help if I never compliment your appearance ever again? Unless you’re wearing something I made in which case perfection is unavoidable.”

“Ah, hm, well,” she cleared her throat, surveying the area. “Considering I only bought a ticket for myself, I didn’t arrange for a private room, because I didn’t want to sit alone in a room, oddly enough.” If she’d known he’d be coming along with her, however, she certainly would have made preparations for a room. For no reason in particular, though, of course.. “The boat is pretty crowded, I don’t suppose they have a spare room. We’ll be roughing it at one of these open stalls, I think.” 

(Source: jac-lefevre)

fuckyeaherinbubley:

Kristina

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marly-mckinnon:

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Kristina Romanova

(Source: vogueofparis)

maidsofbondstreet:

Kristina Romanova at Vionnet, fall 2012

reid-dixon:

The boat had begun moving a while ago, and he looked out at the ocean moving around them. The wind was strong, and it was a nice breeze. Though he knew that soon it would get colder, so he decided that soon they should move inside, to avoid any sickness – and partially because it meant he could cuddle up to her inside. Hell, maybe they could find a compartment to hold up for the rest of the trip. “Ap, short for Apolline, right?” he asked, a little hazy on the bits she had already told him about her family. “Likes me? Sophie loves me …deep down. I’m sure of it.” He smirked, remembering the way the second youngest sister had treated him.

Reid did love children – but he figured he might sound a bit too eager if he jumped up and declared his love for kids. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to have kids, but that was as of right now. His mind was sure to change. “I get along with some kids,” he chuckled, looking to her and frowning, “what’s your niece like?”

“That might be a bit forward,” he said, coughing and doing an imitation voice; — “oh hello ma’am, lovely to meet you. I just started dating your sister, can I steal some clothes from your husband?” He laughed, and it was only then he realised that he had been the first one to say that they were dating. His face remained unmoving for a second, until he realised he didn’t really care if he accidentally said it. At least it was out in the open. “We’ll figure out clothes when we get there.” He said, his tone going from joyful to serious in a second.

“Oho, yes, very handsome.” He nodded his head, raising an eyebrow as he remembered that he was with a half-Veela. Sometimes he felt like slapping himself just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. “And – I can help you work on that, love.”

He had started to swallow when she said it would be eight hours, he started coughing. “Well,” he began, shaking his head. He then realised that it was actually a good opportunity to talk. “Shall we go inside? It’s getting rather cold, and eight hours is a long time to be standing out here.” He rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder. 

He had remembered her name. Jac hadn’t really expected him to, so she was pleasantly surprised. She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, Apolline. And since I like you, she should like you, too. She knows how… selective, I suppose, I am. Plus you’re pretty likable as it is.” She laughed a little bit before sighing. “Soph will love you, eventually, really.”

“I don’t usually know how to treat children myself,” she shrugged. “But Fleur is very personable. And cute. It’s hard not to get along with her.” Jac would offer to babysit Fleur all the time if she were able. Unfortunately, moving to London effectively made this no longer an option. She was looking forward to seeing her little niece again. As children were supposedly great judges of character, Jac was secretly hoping Fleur would take to Reid as well.

She blushed, realising how silly the suggestion had sounded. If it were anyone else she probably would have been a lot more embarrassed than she was. “Borrowing isn’t stealing… but I do see your point.” She tilted her head to the side and squinted. “Hm… all right.”

“And not in the least bit aware of his own attractiveness, I’m sure,” she teased. Jac had gone to great lengths to make sure that she didn’t fixate on the fact that her mother was who she was, though that didn’t stop everyone else from doing so anyways. This didn’t make her feel all that special, but rather ostracised. People stayed away from her because they felt inferior, as ridiculous as that was. “Thank you. I’ll need your help.”

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing. So his plan wasn’t as well thought out as she’d originally assumed. “Yeah, well.” She looked up at the sky, suddenly noticing the sun getting lower. “I think that would be a good idea.”

(Source: jac-lefevre)

andromeda-negro:

andromeda-negro:

phoenixpuff:

andromeda-negro:

#eugh just. don’t go stirring up trouble

Honestly, that’s the last thing i’m trying to do. I was merely stating my opinion.

Well considering allllllll of us seem confused about what Indie may have investigated, I really…

“don’t make me punch you” “stirring trouble” since when does one not feel singled out with those comments.
Well sorry if you and your staff felt targeted.

Basically if you look back through the dash then you’ll see that every single person was reacting with confusion to indie’s post and she pretty much flat out states her concerns so erk I don’t know what to tell you.

nomecalles:

Kristina Romanova at Yohji Yamamoto S/S 2011

reid-dixon:

Although Reid was known by more than a few people to be extremely flirtatious, he wasn’t the type to go off and seduce with another woman when he was in a relationship. He had been cheated on before; he had never cheated. Even Jacqueline joking about it made him crease his forehead and look down to her. He didn’t laugh, but he did force himself to smile just so he didn’t seem like he was taking it too seriously. “Yeah, good thing.” He simply commented, trying to ignore the voices in his head that were telling him not to fuck this up. “Well lucky I burned that shirt – and when I say, I mean Saoirse – so we’ll have no unimpressed sisters. Hopefully.”

His mouth twinged upward, and suddenly he remembered that not only did he come here, leaving his work and meaning he could potentially get fired – but he had nothing. No clothes, no nothing. It didn’t bother him as much as it should have, though. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even need clothes – he wasn’t going to say that. “Nope, no clothes,” he shrugged. “I’ve got some cash if I need to buy any, though. I’m sure I can swap pounds for euros. Somewhere. No need to worry, I’ve got it all under control.”

“Lucky for you, then, ‘cause you are that brunette. Surprise, surprise!” he creased his forehead and placed a hand on her hip to steady her, since she did just spin around and he had been involved in many accidents when he was spinning around – let’s not talk about that. “I bet he’s handsome, too.” He nodded his head a few times and smiled widely, looking at his surroundings before he focused back on her.

It was a rather stupid comment, now that he really thought about it. It was true, though. She wasn’t only beautiful in the physical sense – you could thank her Veela mother for that – but she was so pure. Intelligent, wonderful, intriguing. She was essentially everything Reid needed to get him on the right path. “You should feel beautiful all the time.” He said, lifting his hand up and cupping her cheek before pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead.

“Oy,” he began, pulling back from her and resting his hand on the rails, “d’ya know how long this trip takes? I seem to have forgotten.”

She crinkled her eyebrows a little apologetically before moving on. “Glad to hear it,” she smiled. It was more of the visual of Saoirse burning the shirt that she found amusing more than the actual act itself. “I’m sure Ap will like you just fine. I think Sophie likes you…deep down.” Jac hadn’t really thought about it, but she supposed that now she and Sophie were a pair of sisters dating a pair of brothers. Her feelings on the matter were as of yet undecided. Mostly she didn’t care. “Oh, do you like children? Because if you do, then you’ll love my niece.”

“Maybe my brother-in-law will lend you some things.” Considering everything Jac knew about Saoirse, and the fact that both Reid and Knox could afford frequent visits to their shop, it was clear that the Dixon family had some money. She would still feel bad about him having to buy so many new clothes in France regardless. Even though French fashion far surpassed that of England. “But if you would prefer to buy your own things, then that’s perfectly fine too.”

She rolled her eyes but it wasn’t very convincing. “He’d have to be handsome to hang around with the brunette, hm?” She didn’t reply right away once he hugged her. It had been so long, she had almost forgotten how nice it was just to be held. “Mm, well. I will work on that.”

“Let’s see…” Of course she didn’t really need to think about it, she had taken the trip enough times. The trip was bound to talk longer than he wanted, so she thought she’d draw it out. “It’s about 8 hours on the boat, and then another hour by train.” She turned to lean her elbows on the railing next to him. “I hope you don’t get tired of me,” she joked.

(Source: jac-lefevre)

reid-dixon:

The docks had always felt like a second home to him. His experience with boats and being on the sea was not something he needed to know, but something he wanted to know. It was a craving to become familiar with the world around him, and so ever since he was a kid he had been sailing. It made him happier – and more relaxed – and some people didn’t understand just how much he loved it. Now, as he stood out on the cruiser headed for France, the combination of all the things – the sea, the boats, and the girl of his (for lack of a better word) dreams.

He remembered back to the first time they met – what with his Hawaiian shirt and cocky attitude, it was a wonder she even agreed to help him. Yet, she was more than a bit rude to him – from his experiences in France, though, he had figured that the more feisty the woman, the more intriguing she was. “That’s good to know,” he raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips together, “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m seducing French women.” He looked away for a moment, then back to her, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Reid was never good at labelling things, and as he studied her face he realised that were they stood now may be a bit confusing. He had dated – and been with – more than a few women in his lifetime, and each time he was with someone he seemed to get it wrong. When he considered himself to be in a serious relationship, something – or rather, someone — would always come along to prove him wrong. Or when he considered himself to be something closer to friends with benefits than a serious relationship, the girl would always think otherwise. This was why his relationships, as he got older, lasted longer. He would figure out exactly what they were, and then there would be no problems. The only exception was Hensley; the girl he thought was the one. That was until the honeymoon stage was over, and it seemed they could fight over the simplest thing. Now, he wasn’t going to stall. He had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted – why else would he be here?

With a smile that couldn’t be wiped off his face, he examined her expression. “Well good, because I could use an attractive brunette by my side,” he pushed some stray hairs behind her ear and followed Jac along as she held his hand. He squeezed her fingers lightly, just enough to let her know he was there. And he was not leaving. “What sloppy boat staff, letting a psycho on board. We should make a complaint.” He nudged her side gently, winking at her.

“Yeah?” he started, turning around slightly and placing a hand on her hip. “I’m glad that the crazy person is me, too.”

He moved his other hand to her hip and pressed his lips to hers, pausing for a second to just feel the warmth between them. There was something between them that there just wasn’t with any of his other girlfriends – it was easy with her, he didn’t have to try. Then there was a part of him that, despite his previous beliefs that fate doesn’t exist, felt like they were meant to be together. He kissed her for a while longer, and when he finally pulled away he held his breath. “You’re beautiful.”

“Good thing we’re off to France then,” she tried to say good naturedly. “Because there are plenty of French women there for you practise on.” Jac had a tendency to come off harsher than she intended. Especially around Reid, for some reason. “But, er, um, if you wore a Hawaiian shirt around my oldest sister, I don’t think she’d be too impressed.” She cracked a smile before laughing. “Speaking of, do you…have any other clothes with you?”

“I wouldn’t mind being that brunette.” She spun on her heel to face him. “Nah, I think this particular psycho is actually just misunderstood. I’m sure he’s actually much nicer than the ship staff gives him credit for.” Jac pursed her lips before speaking again, her voice a tad lower. “He’s probably kind of great.”

It was a very likely possibility that Jac would never tire of kissing him. She wasn’t going to waste any opportunity, considering she had wanted to do this for so long, and for a while it didn’t seem like she would ever be able to. Part of Jac had already let go of Reid, but it was surprisingly easy to welcome him back. She hadn’t realised how much she had wanted this, hadn’t allowed herself to.

Jac had been called beautiful more times than she could count. It wasn’t her favourite compliment by a longshot. Everything he did and said seemed to have a different effect on her. She smiled slightly and shrugged a shoulder. “Well…I don’t really feel beautiful unless I’m with you.” She squeezed her eyes shut at the line before laughing and opening them again. “That sounded stupid, but it’s true. Sometimes the truest truths are kind of stupid.”

(Source: jac-lefevre)