Victor-Amédée Collet

I don’t break hearts. I sketch beautiful ruins. | #MC/MDNI — PARODY — OC — UNFILTERED |

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

“The boundaries dividing art from execution are at best shadowy and vague. When I carve my sins into the flesh, they stay entombed forever.”

— OC /•/ Victor-Amédée Collet.
— Cold, Obsessive, & Unfiltered.
— Dark Themes/Heavy Trigger Warnings.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More Fluent in linguistics, petite bête… impressive.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More You mean my best, petite bête.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More In the wrong direction, mon ange. You should pay attention.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

Here… observing.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

Will be here when I can. Thanks for understanding.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@CrownedParadox Praying for a miracle?

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

Every thread has its purpose.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

— upon the woman with clear indifference, masking the absolute venom roaring in my blood.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

Ft. (@EccentricNeeds)

Grand-mère was dead, her final breath an unrefined rattle that had thoroughly ruined the silence of the east wing.

I straightened the cuffs of my shirt, eyes drifting to the heavy silk curtains once they were parted.

“A Collet must look immaculate, even —

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

— in the dirt.”

I stood in the parlor, burying my right hand deep in my pocket. I was mentally drafting the boundaries of an iron casket to keep from tearing the room apart.

When the heavy oak doors opened, I stared ahead, not moving, not greeting, simply fixing my gaze —

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@EccentricNeeds Hm… you think very well.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More — cheekbones.

“A vulgar little scavenger, chewing on the scraps of my past.” I dropped my stare to her lips.

“And you… with your robe rouge wandered into the wrong trap. Quelle naïveté…” I murmured, my focus binding her tighter than any physical restraint.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

Bof…

X has eaten all of your hard effort, mon ange.

That’s what happens when you don’t tell me why you came to the Collet club.

You get punished for being a petite bête.
@Nerina_More

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More — doesn’t entice me enough, ma chérie.”

I knew who—“Marcellus.” His name slipped past my lips like a drop of bitter venom.

“He is merely… insignifiant. His methods… cruelty… he lacks order… discipline.” My gaze roamed her face, evaluating how the light touched her —

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More — snapped my finger, motioning for her.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More “You have to sketch it for me, I can’t read your thoughts… petite bête.” A smirk latched onto my lips briefly when I noticed her eyes roaming across my features.

“Start with the first letter…” I bit the inside of my cheek. “And then take off your heels… and the rest.” I —

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More “Qui. You make such funny threats.”

I straightened, keeping one twitchy palm in my pocket.

“You keep saying the same thing, mon ange.

I will tell you this…

Are you prepared in full?” I raised a curious brow at her.

[Victor-Amédée Collet @BuriedInTheInk]

@Nerina_More “Your favorite part?” A hint of a smile touched my lips before my eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“We can snip the straps… reveal behind the curtains.”