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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

[sevnthson]

random sentence starters: the third

change around as you see fit!

“ i want to be like you. “

“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “

“ what’s the plan here ? “

“ please just … come home. “

“ all i’m saying is that jurassic park could happen ! “

“ jeez , who pissed in your cornflakes this morning ? “

“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “

“ you’re so cute and i literally can not handle it right now , so i have to go— “

“ hey , uh , what do you got there ? “

“ we’re not friends. “

“ so , do you come here often or … ? “

“ slow down , i just want to get to know you … “

“ i’m angry at you ! i’m upset ! and you … you don’t even care ! “

“ will you promise to marry me in the future ? “

“ what are your thoughts on having kids ? “

“ oh , come on ! they were literally holding hands and becoming self aware of their own mortality ! it was a sad moment— stop laughing at me ! toy story 3 didn’t have to do us like that ! “

“ you’re my best friend. i’ll always have your back. “

“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “

“ you don’t have to be jealous , you know~ “

“ sing me a song. “

“ did you do this ? “

“ for once can you please be honest with me ? “

“ lets run away together. anywhere. i’m tired of this life. “

“ are you binge watching that show on netflix again ? “

“ how much britney spears i’ve listened to in the last 72 hours is none of your business ! “

“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “

“ why are you leaving ? “

“ admit it … i drive you wild. “

“ you’re so infuriating. “

“ i hate this town. “

“ i’m one call away , okay ? just one call. “

“ you want me so bad , don’t you ? “

“ i’ll just live in the forest as a goblin. “

“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “

“ you want a tattoo of what now ? “

“ i can’t believe i’m confessing this but … i really really like you. “

“ look me in the eye when you’re breaking my heart ! you don’t get to look away , dammit ! “

“ i can’t believe we’ve just sat here for four hours and have done nothing. “

“ hey , hey , hey … guess what ? “

“ you are my platonic soulmate. “

“ someone thought we were a couple so like , we totally just hit best friend goals. “

“ the bigger the boobs , the stronger they are. that’s anime logic , at least. “

“ i can’t believe i fell in love … like an idiot. “

“ i’ve never fallen in love before … what’s it like ? “

“ hello ? 911 ? i’d like to report a murder of my remaining brain cells …. “

“ wow , look who remembered my existence. “

“ you want to hear a story ? oh uh … well … uh … l — let me tell you all about how this boy’s life got flipped turned upside down— “

“ … not many people really talk to me … “

“ tell me all about you. anything. everything. “

[sevnthson]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 ,   specifically .    if you give this post a  ♥  you’re giving me permission to throw dumitri at you whenever i so choose.   it also gives me permission to come and plot with you !    you can find dumitri’s info on my about page .

[sevnthson]

           BUT   IF   GABRIELE   WAS   RIGHT  ,       IF    THE    WORLD    WAS    PLUNGED    INTO    ETERNAL    BLACKNESS  ,      IF    THE    SUN    COULD    NO    LONGER    THREATEN    US  ,      THEN    THE    ONLY    WEAPON    THAT     HUMANITY     WOULD     HAVE    LEFT    AGAINST    US    WOULD    BE    THEIR    FIRE  .       even     then  ,       as    far     as     i     was     aware  ,       a    vampire    with    enough    strength    could    return    from    a    burning .      even     ash    could    be    repaired.

“   Dănuț  ,       we       could      be      invincible .   ”

[sevnthson]

it was in that moment that i believe i truly realised what an utter fool i had become for him. i knew the way he presented himself and i knew the  way he behaved. i knew his smile and his soothing words and everything in between and yet i still knew nothing about him. he kept secrets from me—-or he simply did not care to tell me. he was old. he had a lot of stories.

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           BUT   IF   GABRIELE   WAS   RIGHT  ,       IF    THE    WORLD    WAS    PLUNGED    INTO    ETERNAL    BLACKNESS  ,      IF    THE    SUN    COULD    NO    LONGER    THREATEN    US  ,      THEN    THE    ONLY    WEAPON    THAT     HUMANITY     WOULD     HAVE    LEFT    AGAINST    US    WOULD    BE    THEIR    FIRE  .       even     then  ,       as    far     as     i     was     aware  ,       a    vampire    with    enough    strength    could    return    from    a    burning .      even     ash    could    be    repaired.

“   Dănuț  ,       we       could      be      invincible .   ”

[sevnthson]

draculyr·: 

frustrating child of the devil,   he was !      like a carbon copy of the count’s own stubbornness made to amplify to the beat of his own inexperience.     the count’s eyes transformed from bitter annoyance into a look of pure fury.   his lips parted to show his terrible sharp teeth in a frightening snarl that took his whole face.     this young maverick would be the death of him,   bathing in a fog of overwhelming misery that permeated the very halls he walked   !     halls of not only the powerful count dracula,   but of the draculas that had filled them with the glory of their kind.     ungrateful,   spiteful,   greedy              

and all at once,   the diabolical rage that threatened to burn him down subsided into a look of cold and idle stillness,   like a lion waiting for its pray in the tall grasses of the saharah.     the expression was as icy as it was hellish,   and as calm as the danube on windless day.  

                      “  you think that you can wound me so easily, little one ?     that you might manipulate me with the spontaneity of your words like a puppet on a string. ”       his careful claws raked up the space between them until they grasped dumitri’s jaw in a grip like iron,   fixing his gaze on the golden irises that could have been his own.  terrible creation,  WICKED CHILD,  why do you not relent ?         “   i have thirsted on this spite for centuries,   boy,   and you will come to appreciate and take the place which i have designed for you,   as you have stolen from me a gift more priceless than any other.     and if there comes a time where i must wrest from you your cooperation through the blood of your loved ones,   then so it shall be.  ” 

          𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬   𝑰𝑺   𝑨   𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻   𝑯𝑬   𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺   𝑯𝑬   𝑯𝑨𝑺   𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫   𝑻𝑶𝑶   𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑯  ,           a   moment   where   fury   disrupts   sense   and   all   he   can   consider   is   the   precariousness   of   his   position .      unable   to   move   does   he   look   upon   the   visage   of   his   creator  ,     master   of   blood   and   heart   but   not   much   more .      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒   𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍   𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌   𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  ,   more   than   the   right  to   choose   and   the   willingness   to   live .    and   how   often   people   would   attempt   to   tie   him   to   them  ,    just   as   the   count   does   now ...     how   often   he   found   his   mind   in   binds .     his   smile   fades   obviously  ,     to   something   still   and   steady  ,     something   honest  ,     something   sincere .

               ❝     so   you   would   make   me   your   pawn  ?      ❞      he   questions  ,      𝐀   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .        ❝     i’m   certain   you   know   what   happens   to   people   when   freedom   is   stolen   away   from   them  ,     so   why  ?     do   you   think   me   so   weak   i   would   not   fight   for   such   a   thing  ?     or   that   i   might   give   a   moment’s   thought   to   my   loved   ones   whilst   my   hands   are   the   ones   being   tied  ?     ❞     he   would   never   describe   himself   the   rebellious   sort  ,    for   rebellion   requires   a   certain   attachment   to   begin   with .      𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐎   𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  ?     he   has   played   with   the   devil   before  ,    made   sacrifices   for   others  ,     and   it   had   only   lead   him   into   isolation .     there   was   no   point   in   such   a   thing .     and   though   willing   to   share   in   the   count’s   company  ,      and   though   desire   brings   him   to   his   master’s   side   more   oft   than   he   can   rightly   keep   track   of  ,     there   is   still   much   else   in   the   world   to   love .     ❝     would   you   not   rather   i   take   the   place   because   i   want   it  ?       ❞

[sevnthson]

draculyr·:

the count could scarcely ignore such a fiery presence,     let alone with such vigorous courage to stride right up to him like a knight being beckoned unto his lord.      the vampire king held within the room a sort of mellow,   ethereal glory that could only be reached for by his fellow undead compatriots.     so far removed from the original blood were they.     so far fallen down the hierarchy through the divine genetics of man.     THEY WERE MADE IN THE IMAGE OF THE FALLEN ONE,  and some were now nearly so unrecognizable from their heavenly counterparts that they should’ve been mortal.      

for the briefest moment, something from the way the parlour candlelight hit him seemed to melt away the pallid flesh and reveal the ghoulish bone beneath.     the trick vanished as he turned to catch the redhead’s gaze,    and his eyes took on the scene with humour.    call it chance that this boy had caught him in a finer mood,   being that this was not one of his own parties,   that he had not found need to tarry the progress of his coffers for naught but extravagant dancing.                   as he fell upon the count,   the room became engulfed in a deafening silence and all eyes strafed to the unlikely pair. 

                       although engaged in courteous and attentive conversation,   he found himself excusing from the dark woman on his arm and stepping away,  and the conversation that had previously peppered the room began again.    a true monolith of a man,    he came to stand politely in front of his accuser and bent gallantly at the waist with his red mouth curved.     “  my,  you are a cruel one,   calling me out so callously !      you presume correctly.      though i hope you do not mean to elicit an apology for the manner of a man’s visage.  ”  

        𝑯𝑰𝑺   𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵   𝑰𝑺   𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀   𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳  ,        unmoving   and   stony .     hearts   are   lost   over   time   when   one   no   longer   can   feel   it   beating   within   one’s   chest .      the   stretch   of   his   smile   seems   almost   as   though   it   is   painful  ,     like   it   hurts   to   show .     𝐈𝐓   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓 .     it   could   not   where   there   is   no   love .      ❝     of   course   not .       ❞     he   answers   calmly  ,     though   there   seems   a   hint   of   amusement   within   his   tone   that   cannot   be   ignored .

          ❝     there   is   nothing   to   be   sorry   for   in   sourness .     my   name   is   gabriele .      ❞     he   offers   his   hand  ,     nails   all   glassy   sharp   and   threatening   -------    𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇   𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 .    he   might   offer   his   full   name   some   day  ,     but   there   is   naught   to   be   gained   from   it .     a   mouthful   of   words   is   breath   wasted .      ❝     though   i   have   no   doubt   you   do   not   know   me   as   i   know   you .    i   much   prefer   my   privacy .      ❞

[sevnthson]

ALL THE BONES GREW STRONG BEFORE THEY BROKE, ALL THE BLOOD RUNS HOT BEFORE IT’S COLD .     we’re   not   here   to   find   ourselves ,      in   here   there’s   one   way   out      /       we’re   not   here   to   find   ourselves ,     follow   your   lust ,     there’s   no-one   here   to   judge   us .

[sevnthson]

draculyr·:

but love was a selfish thing.     entirely absorbed into the heart of the beholder,   crushing all rhyme or reason for the nature of survival.     more importantly was love’s ephemeral nature,   winding through the world in a cycle of passionate life and inevitable death.     there were nights when the count slept in his empty coffin,   cursing the world and its ‘forever’ for the formidably short lifespan of love.     sometimes he would humor himself in the slow hours of the midnight and sink into the quilted velvet of the four-poster bed that once held his dreams,   staring into the moth-eaten curtains that he never dared to draw.     he would lie there for hours to wait for the dawn,   brought to boredom by the coquettish flirtation of his brides or the dramatic complaints of the children he hoped to survive him. 

“ by god,   you are cruel.     and it is your smart mouth that is going to land you into thicker trouble than you care to deal with. ”      the count is on his feet in seconds,   traveling toward his fledgling with outstretched hands.     they clasped around dumitri’s square jaw,   ringed fingers threading into ebony hair that too closely mirrored his own.     time and time again he had heard the whispers of his youngest bride as she made turns around the salon.      they are the same! the master and the boy,   both conniving and cruel,   and it is unfair that it is they who shall be beautiful forever !        the count could see the resemblance;     but whether it was by heaven’s cruel design or from some formation in the blood,   he could not say.     dark magic worked in mysterious ways that even the most powerful of solomonari were still wont to understand. 

unsteady knuckles traced the softness of dumitri’s lips,   and colder lips pressed to the center of the boy’s forehead so firmly that he might feel the deadly fangs within.     his breath was silent and he was somber,   snuffing out the tenderness of such rare,   unprompted affections as he broke away in disgust.    “ why still do you torment me?     that i have given you everything is obviously not to your liking.     that you call my castle your home and parade about it’s halls cannot sate you.     what then must i give so that you will finally do as i say ?     i should weep to know that the gift of forever cannot warm you to me.     foolish boy,   i should take it away.   do you know that you wound me so ?! ”

            𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘   𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒   𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ,      though   he   never   intended   to   be   such .     the   world   has   twisted   him   in   this   way  ,     but   it   is   not   all   the   world’s   fault .     HE   HAS   NOT   HELPED   HIMSELF .     for   a   while  ,    even  ,     he   had   found   a   temptation   from   the   light .      some   half   attempt   of   beckoning   him   towards   purity   that   he   could   never   truly   taste .    his   world  ;     war   torn   and   tarnished   by   unfairness  ,     he   must   make   it   his   own .      𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄   𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅   𝐀𝐒   𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 .    such   a   word   could   not   be   farther   from   the   truth .     he   is   as   his   nature   demands   him   to   be  ;     himself  ,     and   himself   only .    the   fingers   that   settle   upon   the   sides   of   his   face    force   upon   his   expression   a   raised   brow .                     he   has   not   truly   experienced   such   tenderness   since   dănuț   took   leave   from   his   side  ,     there’s   an   oddness   to   the   sensation .     he   has   become   somewhat   used   to   his   master’s   distance  ,     𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐎𝐅   𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 .     for   a   moment   he’s   strangely   still   as   though   should   he   move   it   might   ruin   the   moment  ,     but   it   is   not   a   moment   that   lasts   long   regardless .     HE   ONLY   HUFFS  ,     as   though   laughter   tempts   him    but   it   is   refrained   from   nonetheless .

          ❝     i’ve   never   been   too   fond   of   doing   what   i’m   told .     ❞       he   answers   without   a   care   once   distance   is   made .     his   heel   balances   upon   the   edge   of   the   table  ,      a   knee   drawn   upwards   to   his   chest   as   he   watches   his   creator   rant   away .       𝐈𝐓   𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐎𝐅   𝐀   𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 .     when   she   scolded   him   for   succumbing   to   the   very   nature   she   had   instilled   upon   him .      he   wears   a   smile   still  ,     but   it   hurts   that  ,     for   whatever   reason  ,     nobody   is   ever   capable   of   being   happy   with   the   person   that   he   is .     it’s   never   quite   enough  ,    and   that   is   how   it   will   remain .     for   never   should   he   form   himself   to   sate   another’s   wishes  ,     no   matter   who   that   person   is .      ❝     i’m   grateful   for   everything   that   you   have   given   me  ,     but   should   you   take   it   away   from   me   on   the   idea   that   i   might   choose   to   use   it   for   myself  ,     then   it   never   meant   anything .     ❞    

[sevnthson]

hello i return just to say dumitri is in charge now thanks

[sevnthson]

@draculyr​ asked: ❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

         loss   is   something   everyone   becomes   familiar   with  ,    in   time .      dumitri    became   familiar   at   a   very   young   age   -------   when   his   mother’s   body   failed   her  ,     when   his   father’s   mind   failed   him .      from   then   onwards   he’d   only   lost   more  ,     though   he   never   often   found   it   within   him   to   miss   one   for   very   long .     HE   MOVED   ON  ,     QUICKLY   -------    IT’S   THE   ONLY   WAY   TO   SURVIVE .    never   truly   mourning  ,    never   truly   being   connected  ,     distant   ,     from   everyone .                   in   the   count   he   found   more   of   a   connection   than   he   could   have   dreamed  ,     but   even   then   it   was   easy   to   leave   for   months   and   months   without   ever   a   lingering   memory   of   what   had   been   left   behind .     but   of   course   he   comes   back  ,      at   least   for   a   while .            THIS   IS   HIS   HOME   NOW   ,     IS   IT   NOT  ?

             ❝     is   that   your   way   of   saying   you   missed   me  ?       ❞         a   few   steps   are   taken   towards   the   count’s   side  ;     there   is   something   akin   to   a   father   in   him  ,     but   dumitri   has   no   need   for   parents   anymore .      DESPITE   THE   WAY   HE   TENDS   TO   ACT   LIKE   A   CHILD .    ❝     you   know   i’ll   always   come   back .       ❞ 

[sevnthson]

@movrningbride​ asked: ❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

               the   twitch   of   a   smile   that   grows   upon   cold   red   lips   is   one   of   amusement .     it’s   not   that   he   does   not   believe   her  ,     for   he   very   well   knows .      CRUELTY   IS   NOT   EVER   LACKING   WITHIN   THIS   CASTLE .     he   is   cruel   in   his   own   way  ,     though   he   often   does   not   reflect   on   that .     perhaps   it   is   the   cruelest   thing   of   all   to   know    what   it   is   that   you   do   wrong   ----------   and   yet   never   try   to   change .

            ❝     should   i   have   air   left   to   breathe  ,     i   imagine   that   it   might .      why  ?     did   i   do   something   to   annoy   you  ?       ❞  

[sevnthson]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

[sevnthson]

draculyr·:

“ perhaps  I  do.  ”      said the count, turning an empty crystal glass in his hand with an idle look.     he’s long since become used to dumitri’s insistence in getting his way. annoyingly similar to his own lordling attitude.  

           “ perhaps the wind would give you a kinder disposition than the specters and ghouls.               indeed.     i am convinced that such a companion would suit you,   sirrah. ” 

lounging once again with his shoulders squared,   the count would look upon his willing creation with all the scrutiny of a knight choosing his page.     two long hands raised to his face to rub around his exhausted eyes,  a mortal breath drawn and stolen.    “ you manage to age me, dumitri.      more and more each day i find new lines on my face, and I know they are the work of a child.      i see an impending doom without my dreams- that soon i will wither away as an old man,   and you will be left with a great fortune to your name and all the reputation this castle has to offer-     and then the world will know true hell. ”

      𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑻   𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀   𝑨𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑺   𝑯𝑰𝑴   𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹  ,    even   if   upon   another   it   may   have   wounded .     but   in   his   years   he   has   grown   to   love   himself   far   more   than   any  other   being   may   ever   be   capable   of   ,      TO   BE   CONFIDENT   IN   THE   FACE   OF   ALL .      even   though   some   times   may   prove   challenging  ,     and   the   depths   may   once   wash   over   him  ,     it   rarely   ever   stuck .     𝐇𝐄   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒   𝐖𝐇𝐎   𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 .     to   live  ,    to   be  ,    to   breathe .          with   a   playful   smile   does   he   move   to   perch   upon   the   edge   of   the   old   wooden   table   that   creaks   beneath   his   weight   despite   how   lightly   he   leans .

          ❝     perhaps   then   you   will   have   something   to   look   forward   to .       ❞     he   comments   with   the   wave   of   a   hand  ,     THOUGHT   FLYING   FREE .      his   eyes   find   the   floor   for   a   moment  ,      full   of   yellow   and   bright   with   life .     𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄   𝐇𝐄   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐎𝐖𝐍   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 .      ❝     an   experience   none   of   us   others   will   ever   have   a   claim   to   ------------    DEATH   BY   OLD   AGE .      ❞

[sevnthson]

sireness·:

WOVEN     IN     TAPESTRY ;     a   fate   death   has   not   granted   her   reprieve   from .     the   restlessness   of   life .     the   isolation   of   death .     she   laughs   in   blood - red ,     the   violence   of   the   path   she’s   chosen :     ethereal   /   ephemeral .     her   eyes   flicker   a   moment   to   beasts   (   a   cant   of   the   head ,     the   revenant   soft   touch   of   woman   beneath   goddess ,   then   gone   ) .

‘     is   curiosity   not   enough?     ‘     a   smile   just   a   fang   too   sharp .     she   gleams   like   moonlight ;     a   half - extinguished   light ,     void   and   dotted   in   stars .     the   lavender   of   unholy   eyes ,     beautiful   in   wrongness ,     alight   upon   the   witch .     ‘     you   interest   me .     and   i   am   bored ,     often .     ‘

              𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻   &   𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀  ,       two   words   she   has   heard   before .      two   words   to   lead   to   downfall .      TWO   WORDS   TO   KILL   THE   CAT .     &   these   dogs   by   her   person   bite .      she   rests   her   free   hand   upon   the   head   of   one  ,     dark   curls   slip   between   her   fingers  ,      𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 .    should   she   command   it  ,      the   wolves   would   not   hesitate   to   tear   the   vampire   limb   from   limb  ,      TO   POISON   AND  PARALYSE .      but   should   she   be   able   to   avoid   it  ,      the   witch   would   rather   not   put   her   children   at   risk .

             ❝     so   you   come   here   -----------   to   the   middle   of   an   abandoned   wood   ----------   and   expect   entertainment  ?      ❞     there   is   a   frown   wound   tightly   into   her   features .       𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑   𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒   𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄  ,     her   power   might   keep   her   even   safer .       despite   that  ,      SHE   IS   NOT   OFTEN   ONE   FOR   UNWELCOME   VISITORS .     this   one   has   welcomed   herself   for   too   long .       ❝     i   am   not   a   performer  ,      TAKE   YOUR   INTEREST   ELSEWHERE .      ❞