𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⸻⠀it⠀was⠀as⠀if⠀he⠀had⠀no⠀real⠀𝒔𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎;
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒐nly⠀𝒘𝐢𝐥𝐥⠀kept⠀him⠀𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒕⠀and⠀𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.⠀❜

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀𝑤hat⠀had⠀he⠀𝒅one
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to⠀𝐛ecome⠀what⠀𝓱𝑒⠀𝘸ᴀs?

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

before."

Twenty-two years old. Already too old for Marius' lingering gaze; other boys going to Padua, to Florence. And still Amadeo served at the master's side. Human. Growing old. Growing ugly.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

"Bathe me?"

Too much time had elapsed in their separation that the draught had rendered Armand dry, desolate. Every offer, every touch is lightning striking sand, collecting glass, and he flinches even at the notion of such intimacy.

"You have not done it with me since. . .

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝑫𝚎 ‍𝐑𝐎𝑀𝐴͟𝑁͟𝑈͟𝐒 . @whowillbekept]

Fingers shy just before flesh, unwilling to touch lest he give into whim which was desire trussed up upon the table, ready to be feasted upon. Yet, he does not bare down.

Perhaps, he’s too polite. “ Will you allow me to bathe you, though you find my presence endured? ”

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

/ slower replies bc i was busy being Cultured over the weekend with shows and concerts and now my brain is exhausted 😭

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

You don't, what? You don't like me, or you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 don't like me?

( A frown forms itself in earnest, knotting in between brows into lines that seemed carefully carved by some artist's loving touch. )

You're very confusing.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓅𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦‍ ‍𝑔𝑟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑛͟‍͟ ‍𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 . @aseductivetale]

‍ ‍i don’t . ﹙ she murmurs, pressing full lips to the height of his cheekbone. it’s then she lets them go, slightly nuzzling against their soft skin before releasing them entirely. ﹚

[Punished Park Man 666 @LDPDL666]

Late to Don't Be Afraid Just Start the Tape day (2nd pic censored for burnt Louis)

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief Delicious. A little tangy, metallic. Like blood—to a mortal's nose, anyway. You are a shark.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@darkhorsespy Of course I am.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

Are we breaking up, Guy? ( 🥺 )

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@sacrilegedesang But I got to call you mine.

( Lips tug into a smile—though what haunts his eyes is no happiness. )

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

Oh, but you revere evil. To equate me with the devil must have been quite the praise.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@sacrilegedesang ( Slow blink. ) Seventy-seven years, and each of them matters.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief Very close. I recognise it by shape, by smell. And you are oozing it.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

Yes, I have him locked up in my dungeon.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

( Playing the doll just for Louis' sake—easy, malleable. Though the pout has not lifted. )

You said you didn't like me.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓅𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦‍ ‍𝑔𝑟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑛͟‍͟ ‍𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 . @aseductivetale]

‍ ‍aht ——﹙ fingers slip through his belt loop, forcing them closer. ﹚ you know exactly what i’m talking about.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief / IVE BEEN TRYING

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief Ah, that is jealousy.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

A frown smoothed out into something carefully neutral; not quite serene, not quite 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. No longer so docile as to give without bending; yet he yields, approaching with hesitant steps.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝑫𝚎 ‍𝐑𝐎𝑀𝐴͟𝑁͟𝑈͟𝐒 . @whowillbekept]

he bids @desiofolle closer with long, porcelain and curling fingers.

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief / and he would do it again!!

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

@bodiesthief Are you jealous, Mr. James?

[𝓲ɴ͟ғ͟ɪ͟ɴ͟ɪ͟ᴛ͟ᴇ͟ 𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. @desiofolle]

Staring into a broken mirror, lost in the fractals. A dozen splitting off into a hundred. A hundred dispersing into a thousand. Fractures of memory and time and the sands, the sands,

the sands of Delhi, of Venice, of the banks of the Seine.

Where is now? When is here?