He had reviewed his own weaknesses early in life, and with untender determination trained them as one bends a tree; the resolution this had demanded had stamped his face with most of the lineaments of strength.
"A slow nature such as Maurice’s appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell." — Maurice by E.M. Forster
God, this scene.
ugh. much as I hate Clive (ohboy, do I hate Clive), this is just such a meltingly sensual scene. <3___<3
"What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, and who runs through women? What I have is a son who shows no interest in them. What you do at night with your boys, after your show of skirt-chasing, is a disgrace."
Gah. More reference.
I need a Kings rewatch immediately.
I feel like we need to make a Tumblr event out of this?
He is afraid for a moment that he will need assistance with the unfamiliar snaps and catches of the undergarments, but it is easier to hook a brassiere than to climb into the convoluted embrace of his Quidditch gear, and he is not so very hurt. Bruises will bloom on his skin in some hours, and tomorrow he will be stiff and sore, but he can undress and dress on his own. He carefully refuses to look between his legs, but his breasts are inescapable: fortunately they are rather meagre, and almost disappear once he buttons the outer robe. In the full-length mirror in Hemmings’ bathroom he looks almost like himself, but curiously softened at the jaw and narrowed at the shoulder. The nose is the same, and the overall shape of the face: his eyes are a touch larger, and his mouth different in a way he can’t quite determine. His hips are broader than they were, though still quite narrow. He looks a slender, sharp girl, too thin for beauty, with pale features and pale hair tied away from a pointed face. It makes him slightly dizzy to walk, as though his body has settled closer to the ground.