All that’s left is the memories.
Spirits I Don’t Know
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Tamara de Lempicka with "Suzanne Bathing" circa 1940.
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Porto do Recife, Praça Rio Branco - Bairro do Recife Em 1940.
Photo Alexandre Berzin.
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A handsome little copy of Washington Irving's Tales of the Alhambra, circa 1940, published by Editorial Padre Suarez, Granada. The cover illustration is by G. Morcillo.
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Tomione Drabble //
Consumed
You decided to take a plunge into my darkness and while you swam in its depths I caressed the outlines of your light. We danced along this fine line a push and pull for dominance, or so you thought. I had given you a taste of the power that came with this abyss you sought. The sweet venom began to consume you as you plunged further and it was the most glorious sight. The tendrils were sentient and enveloped you slowly. Your magic began to take on a verdant green hue with silver and black streaks. I watched the last embers of the false light leave your being. You stood powerful and glorious in the darkness that enrobed you like a nebulous midnight sky. My Dark Mistress finally whole and at my side. Forever bonded. Ready to conquer and exact vengeance against all who fed us lies. The world is ours to burn. To rule. To do as we please. Say the word my Witch and for you I’ll bring them all to their knees. - JEM 09/29/2022
I decided to write a short Drabble full of toxic darkness with a hint of possessiveness. *smirk* Showing some hints of Gomez & Morticia in the devotion. You know, true love that burns with passion. The kind that can be felt with a look or a touch that feels searing. Not frigid or lacking. No room for that just because they’re in the dark especially when you’re consumed with one another. 😈🐍🖤
AO3: Jadezdominion
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