flint and miranda are honestly so weird and that’s why they’re the town outcasts like she’s out there playing her harpsicord in the dark and alone like she’s edgar allen poe or some shit and Flint’s riding around in all black on his black horse looking down at a bonfire party with scorn like he’s some kind of byronic anti-hero instead of a huge thot like!
the shit their neighbors must see like there goes Flint stumbling thru the door a bloody mess again!! Widow Barlow just fucking out on the porch for everybody to see, must be a Tuesday!
okay but the way flint’s ENTIRE FACE literally TREMBLES with BARELY REPRESSED RAGE when he answers miranda’s question “who would you be apologizing to?” as if a DEVASTATING EARTHQUAKE is being held at bay JUST BENEATH HIS SKIN is literally emmy-worthy already right
and then!!! AND THEN!!!!
the cords that were holding together ANY MEASURE of composure he had just SNAP in the time it takes to cut from miranda back to him and WHAT IS UNDERNEATH ISN’T RAGE IT ALL!!! what comes rushing out when the dam breaks is just UNMITIGATED SADNESS and his face COLLAPSES under the weight of the suffering that in this moment he cannot turn to fury; he is just bROKEN BROKEN BROKEN
Eleanor Guthrie: James, please keep an eye on Silver. He’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself killed. James Flint: Sure, I’d love to see Silver get killed. Eleanor Guthrie: Try again. James Flint: I will stop Silver from getting killed. Eleanor Guthrie: Correct.
“My seamanship, my prospects for garnering plunder, my skill in a fight, the sound of my voice, the sound of another man’s eating. I suppose at the end of the day, they’re all functionally equivalent. A man casts his vote for the same reason he does anything in his life.”
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