I have just discovered a new doomed ship: Valmont/Merteuil from Dangerous Liasons. I mean, just look at this:
I shan't withhold the reward we agreed on: anyway, I feel that for a single evening we'll hit it off together fabulously; I even have no doubt that we can embroider on it sufficiently well to make us sorry when it comes to an end. But don't forget that this regret is necessary for happiness; and that however pleasant the illusion, let's not imagine that it can last. [...]
Do you know, I'm sometimes sorry that we've been reduced to these expedients? In the old days, when we loved one another--for I think it was love--I was happy. How about you, Vicomte? By why concern ourselves with a happiness that can never return? No, whatever you may say, it's not possible to turn the clock back. First of all, I'd demand sacrifices from you which you'd be unable or unwilling to accept and which I may not even deserve. And then, how could I hold on to you? No, I don't want such a thought even to come into my head and although at this moment I'm enjoying writing to you, I'd better break off quickly now...Goodbye, Vicomte.
SO DOOMED. SO SHIPPABLE. AAAAAAAAAAAH.
/random need to share her current pain with someone
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I shan't withhold the reward we agreed on: anyway, I feel that for a single evening we'll hit it off together fabulously; I even have no doubt that we can embroider on it sufficiently well to make us sorry when it comes to an end. But don't forget that this regret is necessary for happiness; and that however pleasant the illusion, let's not imagine that it can last. [...]
Do you know, I'm sometimes sorry that we've been reduced to these expedients? In the old days, when we loved one another--for I think it was love--I was happy. How about you, Vicomte? By why concern ourselves with a happiness that can never return? No, whatever you may say, it's not possible to turn the clock back. First of all, I'd demand sacrifices from you which you'd be unable or unwilling to accept and which I may not even deserve. And then, how could I hold on to you? No, I don't want such a thought even to come into my head and although at this moment I'm enjoying writing to you, I'd better break off quickly now...Goodbye, Vicomte.
SO DOOMED. SO SHIPPABLE. AAAAAAAAAAAH.
/random need to share her current pain with someone