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Thank you so much for this, @carriedon-awolfsback! He’s the cutest. I promise I’ll take good care of him. <3 Best birthday present ever.

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Happy anniversary, mia dolce. We may be separated, but know you are always in my thoughts and my heart.

As you are in mine, sweetest. Always.

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Dear Terzo,

Happy one-year anniversary, my heart! I can’t believe it’s only been a year. It’s hard to remember what it was like before I knew you. You’ve changed my life completely, and I couldn’t be more glad of it.

It’s a shame to have to hide our correspondence today of all days, but I don’t seem to have a choice. The real world insists on intruding and spoiling as many things as it can, as ever.

I miss you, beloved. I wish we could have some time together for just the two of us. You mean the world to me, and it’s even harder to be away from you now, with a milestone behind us.

Send a little thought my way, my love, if you are able. I know the demands of the Church are unending, but if by chance you have a moment to look up at the stars of your world, know that I’m looking up as well, hoping against hope that our hearts can meet this way, if in no other.

You are my one and only, and always shall be.

Love always,

Jehanna

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Local Man Found Full of Love for @atricksterproblem; “They’re Just So Fucking Good” says Paint-stained Ghoul Witness Before Eating Reporter‘s Dictophone

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Am I grinning like an idiot? I think I am.

She found she didn’t really care.

The feel of his mouth on hers, of his hand in her hair, the taste of him--he was intoxicating. By the time he’d pulled away, her face was a bit flushed. Even so, it was what she’d seen in his eyes when he looked at her afterwards that undid her completely. She could only meet his gaze and hope that he could see the same in her, that he’d never have to wonder how much he really meant to her.

She laughed a little when their heads touched, wondering briefly how much of his paint she was wearing herself by now. “I love you too.” Her arms were draped over his shoulders, and she gently stroked the back of his neck, his skin soft and smooth under her fingers. “You are the sweetest man I know.”

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After some time having passed, the Third has been feeling progressively more and more alone and guilty. Miri acting distant towards him has left him wondering what he’d done wrong, to the point that it’s been even keeping him up at night, making him pace around his room aimlessly during some nights.

It was strange

Such behaviour from someone close would always be hurtful to him, but this time it didn’t feel the same.

It was different

He had many people to talk to daily, people he cared about, yet he felt alone. There was a missing piece. He was missing something or rather he was missing someone. It was in a way as if he was broken.

He gave it some thought. Feelings are difficult to understand, especially when you’ve been told your whole life that they don’t matter and that you should keep them to yourself. A Papa is supposed to be strong and not crack under the pressure of his own emotions. Or so he was told. What they’d focused so hard to teach him had made him take his relationships for granted and not see their importance. Thus it became the very thing that broke him, ironically enough.

The Third Emeritus wanted to work this out. He had to. It all seemed so confusing up until the moment he realized what truly made him act the way he did that day and then everything fell into place.

He knew what he had to do

It wasn’t easy

But he had to

Papa Emeritus III headed to Miri’s door one day. He wasn’t feeling arrogant and not even confident. He was just feeling like someone who’d made a mistake and wanted to try his best to fix the damage that’s been done. He was even a little hesitant about it. Not because he was unsure if he should do this or not, but rather because he was unsure of how to do it.

Nervous…

You can do this!

But what if… no… no buts… you have to do this. You can’t leave things the way you did! You have to fix this! Just say what you feel and it will work out… or at least it might work out…

The Third stood in front of the door for a few moments, rehearsing in his head what he wanted to say. The nerves were tearing him down, though he eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and knock on the door.

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Dear Terzo,

It seems we’ve been reduced to semi-clandestine communications for now. I suppose it just adds to the Gothic novel aesthetic. Imagine that our overly controlling families are trying to keep us apart, so the only way we can communicate is to find ways to get these letters through on the sly. You know how it works. My maid sneaks out in the dead of night to pass the letter to your valet under cover of a London fog. Throw in some secret passages and brief, torrid meetings in a bad neighborhood and we’re most of the way to a book right there.

It‘s much more exciting than the reality, isn’t it? Instead of some kind of Romeo and Juliet story, we’ve got the tawdry problem of anonymous enemies trying to cast aspersions on what we have together. It’s quite depressing.

And so, here I am, having to repurpose this little space from time to time, until the storm passes or indefinitely if it never does. I can only hope for the patience of those who are following it for its original use.

With my luck, they’ll find me here too and start in all over again, but for now, I’ll just enjoy the illusion that things are what they were before. It was enough as it was to be parted from you, sending these letters into the void, without all these struggles and complications.

My only love, there aren’t enough words in the world for how much I miss you now.

Remember me to our friends at the Abbey and to your brothers, please. If only I were there instead of here, none of this would be happening.

Love always,

Your Miri

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Miri withdrew one of her hands from his and gently laid it on the side of his face, keeping near the edges of his paint so as not to smudge it further. For all his disarray, he was still the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

She kissed him then, the lightest brush of her lips on his. She didn’t linger, sensing that he was holding back for now, but wanting him to know the one he’d given her was welcome. 

He’d kissed her hand before, playing the flirt as he so often loved to do. This was different. He’d given her something she’d never dared to hope for.

“I missed you too, dear one. More than I could ever say.”

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After some time having passed, the Third has been feeling progressively more and more alone and guilty. Miri acting distant towards him has left him wondering what he’d done wrong, to the point that it’s been even keeping him up at night, making him pace around his room aimlessly during some nights.

It was strange

Such behaviour from someone close would always be hurtful to him, but this time it didn’t feel the same.

It was different

He had many people to talk to daily, people he cared about, yet he felt alone. There was a missing piece. He was missing something or rather he was missing someone. It was in a way as if he was broken.

He gave it some thought. Feelings are difficult to understand, especially when you’ve been told your whole life that they don’t matter and that you should keep them to yourself. A Papa is supposed to be strong and not crack under the pressure of his own emotions. Or so he was told. What they’d focused so hard to teach him had made him take his relationships for granted and not see their importance. Thus it became the very thing that broke him, ironically enough.

The Third Emeritus wanted to work this out. He had to. It all seemed so confusing up until the moment he realized what truly made him act the way he did that day and then everything fell into place.

He knew what he had to do

It wasn’t easy

But he had to

Papa Emeritus III headed to Miri’s door one day. He wasn’t feeling arrogant and not even confident. He was just feeling like someone who’d made a mistake and wanted to try his best to fix the damage that’s been done. He was even a little hesitant about it. Not because he was unsure if he should do this or not, but rather because he was unsure of how to do it.

Nervous…

You can do this!

But what if… no… no buts… you have to do this. You can’t leave things the way you did! You have to fix this! Just say what you feel and it will work out… or at least it might work out…

The Third stood in front of the door for a few moments, rehearsing in his head what he wanted to say. The nerves were tearing him down, though he eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and knock on the door.

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Miri held him close for a while, just feeling him slender and warm in her arms. She felt she’d returned from a long exile, home for the first time in her life. There was a rightness to him like nothing else she’d ever known.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair. “You don’t ever have to apologize for this,” she murmured, “not to me.” 

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After some time having passed, the Third has been feeling progressively more and more alone and guilty. Miri acting distant towards him has left him wondering what he’d done wrong, to the point that it’s been even keeping him up at night, making him pace around his room aimlessly during some nights.

It was strange

Such behaviour from someone close would always be hurtful to him, but this time it didn’t feel the same.

It was different

He had many people to talk to daily, people he cared about, yet he felt alone. There was a missing piece. He was missing something or rather he was missing someone. It was in a way as if he was broken.

He gave it some thought. Feelings are difficult to understand, especially when you’ve been told your whole life that they don’t matter and that you should keep them to yourself. A Papa is supposed to be strong and not crack under the pressure of his own emotions. Or so he was told. What they’d focused so hard to teach him had made him take his relationships for granted and not see their importance. Thus it became the very thing that broke him, ironically enough.

The Third Emeritus wanted to work this out. He had to. It all seemed so confusing up until the moment he realized what truly made him act the way he did that day and then everything fell into place.

He knew what he had to do

It wasn’t easy

But he had to

Papa Emeritus III headed to Miri’s door one day. He wasn’t feeling arrogant and not even confident. He was just feeling like someone who’d made a mistake and wanted to try his best to fix the damage that’s been done. He was even a little hesitant about it. Not because he was unsure if he should do this or not, but rather because he was unsure of how to do it.

Nervous…

You can do this!

But what if… no… no buts… you have to do this. You can’t leave things the way you did! You have to fix this! Just say what you feel and it will work out… or at least it might work out…

The Third stood in front of the door for a few moments, rehearsing in his head what he wanted to say. The nerves were tearing him down, though he eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and knock on the door.

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She’d been waiting for some sort of blow to fall, she realized. It was what she’d been used to. It took a moment for her to realize what he was saying, and a moment more to believe she’d actually heard it. 

His pain wrung her heart. He always put up a strong front, and though she’d known how much more there was to him than that, she’d never seen this side of him before. 

She knew in that moment she’d been given something priceless, and swore to Satan and herself that she’d do everything in her power to be worthy of it.

She listened in stunned silence while he spoke, and took the hand he offered her without hesitation. She looked into his eyes, and smiled, and answered him without fear or shyness or doubt for the first time since she’d met him.

“I love you too, Papa. More than anything.”

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After some time having passed, the Third has been feeling progressively more and more alone and guilty. Miri acting distant towards him has left him wondering what he’d done wrong, to the point that it’s been even keeping him up at night, making him pace around his room aimlessly during some nights.

It was strange

Such behaviour from someone close would always be hurtful to him, but this time it didn’t feel the same.

It was different

He had many people to talk to daily, people he cared about, yet he felt alone. There was a missing piece. He was missing something or rather he was missing someone. It was in a way as if he was broken.

He gave it some thought. Feelings are difficult to understand, especially when you’ve been told your whole life that they don’t matter and that you should keep them to yourself. A Papa is supposed to be strong and not crack under the pressure of his own emotions. Or so he was told. What they’d focused so hard to teach him had made him take his relationships for granted and not see their importance. Thus it became the very thing that broke him, ironically enough.

The Third Emeritus wanted to work this out. He had to. It all seemed so confusing up until the moment he realized what truly made him act the way he did that day and then everything fell into place.

He knew what he had to do

It wasn’t easy

But he had to

Papa Emeritus III headed to Miri’s door one day. He wasn’t feeling arrogant and not even confident. He was just feeling like someone who’d made a mistake and wanted to try his best to fix the damage that’s been done. He was even a little hesitant about it. Not because he was unsure if he should do this or not, but rather because he was unsure of how to do it.

Nervous…

You can do this!

But what if… no… no buts… you have to do this. You can’t leave things the way you did! You have to fix this! Just say what you feel and it will work out… or at least it might work out…

The Third stood in front of the door for a few moments, rehearsing in his head what he wanted to say. The nerves were tearing him down, though he eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and knock on the door.

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Miri sighed. When she answered him, she looked away from him, staring at nothing. Eye contact was never easy for her; for something like this it was impossible.

“Papa...this is probably at least partly my fault as well. You do know how much I care for you, don’t you? You have to. You must’ve had any number of people feel that way about you, and I’ve never been able to hide my feelings well. 

“I know it’s ridiculous, believe me. I’ve seen the sort of people you surround yourself with, and why wouldn’t you? I’m perfectly aware that you’re completely out of my league. I can be a real idiot, but even I’m not that stupid. I’d intended to keep it to myself as much as I could. I know my place, and I know you’d never feel the same.

“It’s my own fault for believing, really. I should never have allowed myself to misread you that badly. I know it’s all just teasing. But it’s easy to make yourself believe you’re seeing something when you want it to be true. 

“It means a lot to me that you’ve come to me like this, I hope you know that. I know you didn’t have to. 

“I forgive you. You’ve had every reason to behave as you did, and precious few not to. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you with this nonsense in the future. I know where things stand with us now.

“I’ve missed you, Papa. I hope we’re still friends.”

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After some time having passed, the Third has been feeling progressively more and more alone and guilty. Miri acting distant towards him has left him wondering what he’d done wrong, to the point that it’s been even keeping him up at night, making him pace around his room aimlessly during some nights.

It was strange

Such behaviour from someone close would always be hurtful to him, but this time it didn’t feel the same.

It was different

He had many people to talk to daily, people he cared about, yet he felt alone. There was a missing piece. He was missing something or rather he was missing someone. It was in a way as if he was broken.

He gave it some thought. Feelings are difficult to understand, especially when you’ve been told your whole life that they don’t matter and that you should keep them to yourself. A Papa is supposed to be strong and not crack under the pressure of his own emotions. Or so he was told. What they’d focused so hard to teach him had made him take his relationships for granted and not see their importance. Thus it became the very thing that broke him, ironically enough.

The Third Emeritus wanted to work this out. He had to. It all seemed so confusing up until the moment he realized what truly made him act the way he did that day and then everything fell into place.

He knew what he had to do

It wasn’t easy

But he had to

Papa Emeritus III headed to Miri’s door one day. He wasn’t feeling arrogant and not even confident. He was just feeling like someone who’d made a mistake and wanted to try his best to fix the damage that’s been done. He was even a little hesitant about it. Not because he was unsure if he should do this or not, but rather because he was unsure of how to do it.

Nervous…

You can do this!

But what if… no… no buts… you have to do this. You can’t leave things the way you did! You have to fix this! Just say what you feel and it will work out… or at least it might work out…

The Third stood in front of the door for a few moments, rehearsing in his head what he wanted to say. The nerves were tearing him down, though he eventually mustered up the courage to take a deep breath and knock on the door.

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She put the rest of the pasta in the fridge while he was getting his book, and cleaned things up a bit. This was, without question, turning into the single weirdest day she’d had in years, but she didn’t really mind.

In response to his question, she said “...Sure?” She couldn’t imagine why that would be necessary in this case, but presumably he had a reason for it. And after all, who was she going to tell?

Cottage AU RP, Part III

“If you don’t mind, I’ll do it now so I don’t forget… please excuse me, for just a moment.” Papa waited a moment to acknowledge her answer before getting up and bringing his book back into his — now her — room. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and smiled a giddy grin he didn’t know he was holding back.

I’m buzzing inside like a teenager. What the fuck happened to Don Juan who entertains hundreds and has earned the respect of The Inferno itself?

He placed Joiry Tales back in its home, and hummed, looking at the shelves, a finger wagging at each spine as he read it. 

Hurry up! I don’t want her sitting there by herself for very long. Why did I do this?… Speaking of The Inferno, that’s always a good decision…

He grabbed his slightly, lovingly worn hardcover of Dante’s Divine Comedy off the shelf. 

Turning to leave, a glint of silver caught his eye. He looked back at his cimaruta, hanging in the window from its chain. His left eye glowed slightly.

Guard her as you guard me. 

The pendant glinted back at him, and his eye faded back to its usual white. He smiled and poked the pendant playfully before returning to the dining room.

“Thank you for indulging me.” 

He sat back down, placing the book beside him, and ate a little more, almost finished. 

“Oh, have I got a treat for you, with the movie! …I trust, you can keep a secret for a few months?” He looked up at her hopefully, a delighted glint in his eye.

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“Sure, go ahead...anytime is fine.”

He seems cheerful. He really must’ve been bored if he’s enthusiastic about spending time with me, but...when was the last time that happened for me under any circumstances? Best to enjoy it while it lasts, maybe.

“For movies, I guess pick a favorite you haven’t seen in a while? I’m a big fan of Theda Bara and Rudolph Valentino, if it helps...otherwise--feel free to surprise me.”

Cottage AU RP, Part II

Papa held off as he carefully crossed the garden, into the small patch of woods, and climbed down the slight incline. He held off as he crossed the brook, sat on the flat, mossy boulder on the opposite side, took off his boots and socks, rolled up his pants, and dangled his feet in the water. He held off as he enjoyed the caress of the breeze, and the cool and warm spots in the dappled light. He held off as he savored the bright flavors and varied textures of his snack, and the warmth the sweet wine brought to his tongue and body. 

It was the brook itself that got to him.

Laying on his back, one arm behind his head, he tried to read the same line in Joiry Tales for the third time. 

Maybe I’ve held off long enough. Tease.

Papa put the book down, took another swig of wine, and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang free, proud, thick, and nearly red-violet. He groaned, and shimmed his pants down a little. 

Gently, leisurely, he began stroking himself, fingers trailing down to his balls and back again. He hummed, and his head lolled to the side. He found himself looking at the brook.

It looks just like her hair… she TOUCHED me. 

His cock twitched, almost painfully hard now, and let out a few drops of precum. 

It’s been too fucking long. I’ll hold out to see… but… for now… 

Reliving the electric current of her hand on his, he imagined her hand guiding his, now. He slicked the precum down, and glanced at the vial of olive oil.

Do I need a little extra…?

He pulled off his glove with his teeth, and imagined her hand on him, now. He dribbled out more, somehow harder. Breathing hard, and starting to sweat again, his strokes became more and more urgent. 

Oh, I want EVERYTHING… it’ll have to wait…

Papa noticed that he wasn’t being quiet, and muffled his mouth with the crook of his elbow, other arm moving furiously. He continued slicking himself more and more, and just as his body built to a crescendo, he pinched his frenulum.

Roaring, or wailing, into his arm, he came harder than he had in years. 

He opened his eyes a few moments later, purring in the afterglow. His still-warm cum trickled down his sides from his stomach, chest, and lower neck. He smirked.

Laying there until it began to cool, he stretched languidly, sliding off his other glove, and pulled off his pants entirely to wash himself off in the brook. The cold water was a slight shock, but didn’t dissipate his internal warm, fuzzy feeling. He sang to himself as he washed, and used the cloth napkin to dry himself off a bit before redressing. 

He read for a little while more, finishing the chapter, then realized that he should get back inside for a wash with soap. 

I don’t mind it when I smell like this… sometimes it even smells good… but I have a roommate now. She may not appreciate it so much.

He tied his lunch back into the brocade cloth, tucked the book into the outer sling of it, and walked back to the cottage, humming.