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THE MYSTERY MAN

ENCOUNTER WITH: @xenomodus

PAIN.

Regrettably, the first thing that came to his thought process upon cracking open his eyes was the blinding illuminations of headlights that forced him to squint. The grass beneath his crippled figure clearly showed signs of a recent rainfall. Strange...he doesn’t remember it ever raining in this area. Then again, he had been beaten ( basically ) SENSELESS since his departure from the docks that were now far behind him. He must have been...very desperate if he had returned back to his homeland, a place where he had once believed he would never return to again. It’s funny how things turn out when someone became extremely determined forlorn. But there had been no place where he could run anymore across seas so returning home was the only option. At the given moment, it was a choice he wished he never made.

AGONY followed with every movement he attempted to make - and God, even breathing (the simplest task on Earth) was PIERCING. A rattled cough shook his body and the soft whirling of passing cars soon meant nothing to him. Unconsciousness beckoned him and his eyelids suddenly felt like slivers of lead; weighted, heavy, and IMPOSSIBLE to hold up for long. If he closed his vision now, he’d be away from the pain that stabbed and poked at his nervous system like a thousand daggers. Those thugs were probably long gone, with many decent wounds, including a broken jaw and a few shattered bones.

He wanted to cry, but nothing fell from his optics.

He wanted to SCREAM, but no noise escaped his mouth except for a rather pitiful groan.

He’s twenty-four, and that’s too young of an age to die; however, there’s nothing he could do except...accept his  f a t e . A ray of headlights made him squint and he pulled his messenger bag closer to his chest, clutching it against his chest like as if it was a life-vest. The phosphorescence soon dimmed (to his relief) and if he focused on the silhouette he could make out the faint outline of glasses that rested on the man’s nose-bridge. Maybe...this stranger was friendly? Panic surged through his system and if he had the strength to, his body would have scrambled to his feet, like a frightened fawn. Sadly, he just remained where he laid, unable to move a muscle without being assaulted by the storm of pain.

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blood and chocolate (2006)

just captured ..had no time to make gif.. 

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— HUGH MICHAEL HORACE DANCY 

my British prince.

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Hugh Dancy - Blood and chocolate.

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HUGH DANCY - BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE - PART II

@fluegelschatten and @mizuvera

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Hugh Dancy as Aiden in Blood & Chocolate (2007)

[more scenes from this movie]

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MYTHICAL AESTHETIC | werewolves

“To run with the wolf was to run in the SHADOWS,       the dark ray of life,  s u r v i v a l  and instinct.   A fierceness that was both proud and lonely,          a tearing, a  h o w l i n g,  a hunger and thirst.   A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming,      that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been                        wrung from its body.”

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“So is that fear you’re feeling right now…? Or is that something else?”

…um sure let’s go with “something else”

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HUGH DANCY - BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE

@fluegelschatten - This is for you! ♡♡ 

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no don’t go

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Blood & Chocolate ~ Hannigram Vampire AU

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A knot tightened in his stomach, causing his gut to seemingly settle in his throat. A sense of unease bubbled and cooled like a weighted ember. The female had a certain CHARM about her that made her appealing to the eyes of many, but Aiden had a certain agenda and a relationship was not on it. He figured one heartbreak was enough for a while, but he was fully open to allowing his statement to fluctuate. At the moment, he didn’t find her all too interesting. “Oh, could you now?” The young male questioned, with a faintly raised eyebrow as he collected his things.

He slipped his pencil behind his ear, nestling it slightly behind his nest of unruly brown curls. “I don’t doubt that you can because many people are able to do the same very same unspeakable things.” Aiden slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, letting the strap rest across his chest. “And how’d you know my name? Was it just an educational guess?”

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                                  ‘   i could break your heart…   ‘ 

DEVIL’S   WHISPER  carried   with   elegance   during   palms   seductive   caress   of    innocence.  fresh   meat   was   always   attended   too.   there   wasn’t   a   care   that   a   certain    percentage  of   attention   lied   upon   the   project.   she   could   easily   MANIPULATE  the    male’s   mind   into   doing   things   with   just   so   much   as   a   look.   it   was   all   part   in   her    born   charm   and   that   charm   freed   a   grin   so   eloquently   placed,   both   thumbs   drawing    along   a   lower   lip   in   need   of   her   own.   ‘   i could make you do unspeakable things, mr galvin..   ‘  

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Character flaws & Strengths:

↳   bold what applies to your muse! ↳   italicize what applies to your muse in certain situations! ↳   repost!  don’t reblog! 

╳   flaws

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny | controlling  |  conceited  |  possessive  |  paranoid | lies | impatient |  cowardly  | bitter |  selfish | power - hungry | greedy |  lazy |   judgmental  | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful |  stubborn  | sadistic |  petty  |  unlucky

♔   strengths

honest  | trustworthy | thoughtful |  caring  | brave | patient |  selfless | ambitious  | tolerant |  lucky | intelligent |  confident  | focused  |  humble  | generous | merciful |  observant |  wise  | clever | charming | cheerful  |   optimistic  |  decisive |  adaptive  |  calm  

tagged by: @nigellecter

tagging: Whoever would like do to this.

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A familiar voice steadily drew his attention and slowly, Aiden glanced over his shoulder at the source. Instantly, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as his nerves sang. Now on high alert, his blinked as he eyed Hannibal’s form with a careful gaze. He could agree that the sight of the presented architecture was absolutely INCREDIBLE. He has seen a countless number of beautiful views over the span of his lifetime, but this certain ranked among the list. The details that were projected seemed extremely accurate and he found it to be astounding with what one’s mind was able to remember. Memory was a powerful aspect in anyone’s life and Aiden was positive that this site would be forever engrained in his brain.

He had been tempted to turn down the offer to enter the thought process of the killer again, but what they promised to contribute to him was something he secretly longed for. This country was his motherland and in turn, he believed that he had every right to set foot on the soil of this nation that he had been forced out of. It’s almost humorous how one’s action of self-defense could be easily ratified as something else. However, Aiden still felt as if he was being baited. What’s not to say that he could suddenly be killed right now by an outside force? He was at his most vulnerable, but he was anchored here now without another option.

The genuine smile was only a small sight that was supposed to showcase someone’s good nature. Aiden, however, knew that he must think differently of Lecter. There was a danger that came from that man and he had no intention of dying just yet. “I don’t think I really had an option in the matter. I’m not the type of person just to walk away from something that offers me an opportunity in return.”

Damn, he who was he kidding? He’d been chatting with a psychopath. The only human who he had believed to be such a person had been his father, but that was before his encounter with the cannibal. He wasn’t as afraid as he thought he would have been and luckily, he was still able to sleep at night with the information that had been shared with him. Perhaps, he was much stronger than he originally knew.

Aiden exhaled deeply before he allowed himself to be hooked up to the machines and placed under the trance, with his consciousness slipping from him once again. Upon opening his eyes again, he was standing in the familiar chapel with a high ceiling and beautiful artwork and stained glass that decored the walls. He pushed himself away from the bench that he had been leaning against. His first few steps were a clumsy stumble, but he was able to find his footing rather quickly before he could manage to make a fool of himself.

Clasping his hands behind his back and keeping his shoulders free of tension, the artist stepped forward, heading towards the area where the altar was placed. The sound of his footfalls echoed in his ears with each step and his nerves sung as if he were in some sort of danger. He came to a stop in front and raised his eyes to the sights that rested above him and his dark blue eyes remained widened as he took in the details that had been created to cover the vast ceiling above. It was a beautiful masterpiece and he couldn’t help but marvel at it.