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So I guess writing random femslashy Wuthering Heights fanfiction was just more important than my homework this evening. It happens! ... Right?
embracing the thorn - Wuthering Heights. 1757 words. Something screams in Cathy Earnshaw, Isabella knows – something you could reach in and touch, caress into sweetness or at least respite, if you only knew how to crook your fingers just so. (Or: Isabella Linton is prone to unfortunate infatuations.)
( It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. )
embracing the thorn - Wuthering Heights. 1757 words. Something screams in Cathy Earnshaw, Isabella knows – something you could reach in and touch, caress into sweetness or at least respite, if you only knew how to crook your fingers just so. (Or: Isabella Linton is prone to unfortunate infatuations.)
( It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. )
