/ vampirism when it’s the
concept of, “yes, I know you’re a
lion but I am willing to be your
lamb being lead to slaughter if
it keeps you full.”
vampire x vampire is just as good
when it’s, “the burden of existence
is all I’ve ever known ﹠ I’d like to
share it with you.”
/ vampirism in the sense that love is
an act of consumption. love is the
eroticism of possession. love is
someone’s vitality churning in
stagnant veins.
@luxsatis • pardon me for not doing so sooner,
milady . . .
( pallid hand patted the empty
spot at his side, torso only
straightening with utmost
poise. )
alisander, though I prefer 𝘢𝘭𝘪.
rolls off the tongue a bit easier,
I think.
( the gravelly annunciation of a
velvety * 𝘩𝘮 reverberated between
plump lips as if he were committing
each syllable to memory. limbs wove
behind lower back, resting just above
the dip of spine. gait managed to shift
alongside her, visage turning just
enough for eyes to •
she didn't 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 step away , but wide doe eyes surveyed him as if assessing the tall figure before her — neck soon craning to meet his gaze.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ thank you .. it's celine — ”
it was a place she was only in ┈
@luxsatis ( a fleeting pause as footsteps lightly
resound inside the open space of
comforting den. she had an air to
her —— one that held a similar
cadence to the one he
possessed.
it was enthralling, nonetheless;
his statue - esque form floating
towards nearby sofa cushions. ) •
then * 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 me.
( age - old touch retracts with causal
indifference, the other’s pulse like a
metronome that resounds throughout
the intricate matter of headspace.
chin tilts upward, focus peering
down the length of nose as if he
were attempting to balance •
(ㅤㅤit's like a switch is flipped — shoulders rolling back near – instantly . chin rests , lashes fluttering , a lazy smile overtaking prior apprehension .ㅤㅤ)
𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 depraved . maybe you just needed to start sayin ' the right things .
• something on top. )
I’ve met many people with * 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮
idiosyncrasies over the years . . .
there truly is something for
everyone. it’s quite lovely,
really.
( laugh lines begin to surface,
the notable, confused glint in
brown eyes almost charming ——
just like a stag in •
/ I think the saddest thing about
ali’s life is that he’s certainly met
so many beautiful people in his
life, but by default, he’s forced
to watch them age ╱ watch
them die while he’s forced
to remain the same.
( meandering back in front to face
him head on, ring - covered hand
gently caresses beneath the curve
of tanned chin; a playful 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦
given. )
don’t be such a sour - puss,
sweetheart. for someone who
claims to do depraved things,
you’re 𝙖𝙬𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 tense. what gives?
(ㅤㅤbrief bout of 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 strikes with the feeling of claws gainst fabric of sweater — that of which he's quick to swallow down , head turning to watch .ㅤㅤ)
you . . . look like someone i know .
(ㅤㅤbad feeling . shrugs away ×