#𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but heaven knows im miserable now ❜⎜❲ v . historical .❳

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@historiavn ( abraham ) 🦑 one - liner s.c

❝ utopias are usually constructed to embody perfect justice , liberty , or economical thrift . however ⸻ somehow they never seem to live too long . now at the dawn of the current century there are almost none left . why ? a utopia is a miracle & enslaved miracles die not out of anyone's malice - that is just their nature . you cannot hold a miracle with your hands , you can only look at it's corpse . ❞

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where you’re going ,  no one will ever see you again. ⸻ @ateliaers ❲ henri ❳

↪     𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ᵗʰᵉ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 .  

it was a one night stay within the manor of de rais . too late to catch the train & too far to take the carriage back to the motherland . one stay would be wise & off he would go as the dawn breaks across the lands . henri was kind enough to offer his home to him so late , hours they talked about their businesses & their lives : vissarion barely opened up under herni's gaze he would turn away , smiling . unnerved yet ... intrigued . every word the man said was double edged in bloss & unlayering poison . he knew that act well enough to feign ignorance to it , but it was still quite charming . perhaps it's the accent he has ... that was what made him lean a little closer , inching his way towards the other . perhaps it was just vissarion getting closer to listen better ...

ah . he must tired , right ? tiredness must have caught up to him that night : sleepness is the devils friend , alongside the idle hands at his side as they spoke that itched to move . but his hands remained still . frozen in his partners gaze & latched to the chairs arm rest , barely a finger moving as he used it to center herself to the room . of course he had to have noticed that . claim that in russia one does not fidget when they talk ⸻ or some other white lie to pass away blame to the reason of the slight discomfort ( or . rather allude to it not actually being discomfort but proper edicate ? he'll think of something that sounds plausible enough if pressed upon it next . )

what is he after ... playing naive leads to a lack of knowledge & that will simply not do . is it simply business that the man desires out of him ? vissarion thinks not : something ... this beasts hungers for something ... he has the gleam some men with red ascots such as he has in st. petersburg but to throw out such an allegation would be death . more so if vis is wrong & this man with an small army of lost loves simply seeks companionship with someone who has felt the kiss of death too many times in his bedroom chamber . what a death that would be .

so vissarion slumbered lightly that night , a lullaby playing in his head : ( bayu bayushki bayu , don’t lie by the corner or a grey wolf will come & grab you by your side , he will grab you by the side , & drag you to the forest ... ) he slept firmly in the center of the guest bed ... windows locked tightly & an eye on the door . vis must have been thinking of his daughter , yes. of course , he would hum that lullaby to her when she got fussy ... he must get home to her soon. enough .

❝ ⸻ to the train , господин ⸺ ah , monsieur . ❞ he cleared his throat of the russian that came out . ❝ i must catch the train , it's an hour carriage ride to the station to get back to st. petersburg . ❞ he smiles , sickenly sweet to henri as he turns back from collecting his things ( a small notebook , a checkbook , pencil & a few other miscellaneous items ) no one will ever see you again ... ah , fearful vissarion will never return again ? how touching .

❝ ... perhaps , i could stay another night , if you fear you & all of this kingdom would never see me again but i assure you i will not simply vanish , henri ... not after such enticing conversation . ❞ one night would not be a crime . one day delay on travel ... besides , maybe he could figure out that look in his eye & why he would phrase ' id miss you ' in such a vile way . aren't you supposed to be charming like your letters alluded to ? you're failing , de rais .

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making icons & forgot i drew vissarion's affair but in historical verse & her outfit looks like astorians beta fit

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 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ tag dump / verses ...

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ beyond which there is no god nor devil : only the consequences of actions ❜⎜❲ v . main .❳ 

𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ speak only when spoken to ❜⎜❲ v . before the death of beau .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am a descendant of the tribe that was banished to the twilight realm ! ❜⎜❲ v . twilight teacher .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ the only real crime is betraying someone who trusted you ❜⎜❲ v . warrior .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛  i would have given my soul to spare you this world ⅋ its loam ❜⎜❲ v . commoner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but heaven knows im miserable now ❜⎜❲ v . historical .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am falling . i am fading .  i am drowning help me to breathe … ❜⎜❲ v . modern .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ flesh ⅋ bone by the telephone . lift up the receiver ; I'll make you a believer .  ❜⎜❲ v . jojo .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ stubborness is my guiding star second only to my sense of duty . ❜⎜❲ his. red russian .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ an angel is a nightmare . their purpose is to instill primal & oppressive horror . ❜⎜❲ his. white russian .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ every great one loses it’s child & then yearns for a surrogate . ❜⎜❲ v. bloodborne .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ ph'nglui mglw'nafh cthulhu r'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn . ❜⎜❲ v. d&d .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ that is not dead which can eternal lie & with strange aeons even death may die ... ❜⎜❲ v. bg3 .❳

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tag dump cause tag replacer can't find some of my tags rip

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ you still want it … the inner sanctity ⅋ its an evil but the evil is necessary . ❜⎜❲ ic .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ must be exhausting always rooting for the anti - hero. ❜⎜❲ answered .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ mirror mirror on the wall i see you ⅋ my skin crawls  ❜⎜❲ visage .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman ? ❜⎜❲ about .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i don't wanna feel tell me ; that im perfect ⸺ just the way i am ! ❜⎜❲ muse .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ darlin’ darlin’ doesn't have a problem lyin’ to herself cause her liquor's top shelf  ❜⎜❲ aes .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but i am in the twilight . ❜⎜❲ dash game .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ you feelings ⅋ mine are all holy but … ❜⎜❲ dash com .❳ 

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am creation : both haunted ⅋ holy . made in glory ! ❜⎜❲ music .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but i will trust the artist molding me ❜⎜❲ clothing .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ 🦑squidtime 🦑 ❜⎜❲ crack .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i feel you on my fingertips . my tongue dances behind my lips for you ❜⎜❲ desires .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i know i know i know i know my love can be  …  the killing kind . ❜⎜❲ smut .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ can’t you see ? your world’s a fantasy ! ❜⎜❲ one liner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ beyond which there is no god nor devil : only the consequences of actions ❜⎜❲ v . main .❳ 

𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ speak only when spoken to ❜⎜❲ v . before the death of beau .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am a descendant of the tribe that was banished to the twilight realm ! ❜⎜❲ v . twilight teacher .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ the only real crime is betraying someone who trusted you ❜⎜❲ v . warrior .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛  i would have given my soul to spare you this world ⅋ its loam ❜⎜❲ v . commoner .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ but heaven knows im miserable now ❜⎜❲ v . historical .❳

 𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i am falling . i am fading .  i am drowning help me to breathe … ❜⎜❲ v . modern .❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ seeker of darkness ❜⎜❲ chatterbox.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ madness takes the paintbrush ⅋ sings ❜⎜❲ artwork.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ idk what i'm doing either ❜⎜❲ answered.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ friends owo !!!  ❜⎜❲ promos.❳

 𝓞𝓞𝓒˙˖* °⸻ ❛ i licked it so it’s mine now ❜⎜❲ saved.❳

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moved from legacy editor to beta 🦑 @gentlejack

anne's face softens & vissarion feels the horrible look of pity casted upon their body . oh how it burns his skin ! its sickening . she leans closer to him making eye contact ( don't gaze too deeply . you will see things you are not meant to see , miss lister ! ) & his body tenses a touch . shoulder tight , jaw clenched & his fingers tightening to fists upon their lap . she speaks her own truth : a woman being a man . there's a sparkle in his eyes for a moment ⸻ would that be possible the other way around ? could he ... become she ? would it really only take growing his hair out & donning a corset ? people have mistaken him for her ...

finally he breaks the connection of their gaze first , now choosing to glance down at the patterns of the carpet then look more into the eyes of ... the free spirit before him . anne goes on to speak of a friend & how some of these clothes hold more sentimental value to her than proper attire . there are questions in his mind about this but — vis is a guest . it would be improper to poke where his nose does not belong ( as much as he would like to know who this friend was . it was said so … melancholic in tone . ) ... she slaps her knee & vis jolts a touch now returning to look at her . miss lister offers a tailor & the safety of her home for him to dress however he pleases !

" ... it's ... not just the dress , miss lister . while yes , a proper corset & petticoat would feel better against my skin . " he bites his lower lip . " i own one . its outdated & the corset is secondhand but ... GOODLORD — ! " he takes of his glasses & rubs the stress of his brow . vissarion hand remained covering his eyes for a moment . how to put this . how to say it in a way that is … tactful . reserved . not so unabashed as miss lister lives her life .

finally he returns to look at her — her visage now fuzzy but … it makes it easier to say this .

“ i want to be like you , miss lister … ” please understand what he means .