#vanitxte

[masked-vanity]

your hair is great and your meat is huge 🍑🍆

oh thanks, ven. ingest both and then maybe we can be friends.

[space-haze-system]

just for the record, this system ships jaspis, tavris and reylo. leave now or forever hold your peace. 

[supcrbia-blog]

vanitxte

   The creature had watched this one come and go a few times before - since then, he’s been merely spectating, biding his time, trying to gauge how dangerous it would be trying to snatch up the boy on his own. He seemed not to associate with any group, merely taking whatever he pleased from Perceval’s home all for himself -- but he hasn’t been bothered. They were only things, after all. He’s infinitely more interested in the potential game.

   It’s on this night that he has decided to catch the youth in the act. By now he must feel confident in his ability to take, take, take, without having to pay a price. Silly thing.

   The boy’s arm is stretched out so plainly across his vision; he merges with the darkness of his own home, undetected, until his hand darts out to snatch the human by the wrist. And he twists hard, lifting the warm being to his eye level - a sharp, predatory grin spreading across his lips.

    “---What have you come to steal from me tonight, hm? Little thief.”

[distortedfabrications]

( vanitxte )

Louis,

     I have reflected on the night we met. It’s an understatement to say we got off on the wrong foot. In retrospect, I did not understand the damage my actions would bring. You mean more and have done more for Percy than I can ever come to understand. I now have a better grasp on the extent of your relationship, at least. I cannot reverse what I have done, but I want to try to make amends for the trouble I’ve caused. Percy knows I’m reaching out to you, and I intend on consulting with him before I act this time. All I ask is that you consider this letter and give me a time and a place to meet, if you’re willing. I can be reached by cell or by letter. My phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.

     Regards,           Phaedrus Jasper

[astrcy]

@vanitxte

     It’s late, but there’s enough pride and wine sloshing around in Isaac’s stomach to encourage him to stay awake (even though his lids are drooping and sleep is beginning to sound awfully good). A canvas is haphazardly set before him. His paints are there, too. The brush in his hand is held oh-so loosely. The boy looks up at Louis and makes a face at him.

     “Sit still,” he breathes in French, the alcohol on his breath having more of an effect than his words. “I can’t paint when you’re fidgeting.”

[astrcy]

@vanitxte (x)

[ 02:50 AM ❤ Louis ❤ ] is it?

[ 02:50 AM ❤ Louis ❤ ] I wonder what it could possibly be missing.

[caritcs-blog]

vanitxte

     “--You caught me in the middle of painting my nails, so uh-- I’m incapable of moving for another half hour. But sit, sit. I want to hear everything that I’ve missed while you’ve been away.”

[gluttire-blog]

[masked-vanity]

“Waiting for the time to pass you by, Hope the winds of change will change your mind, I could give a thousand reasons why, And I know you, and you've got to..

Make it on your own, but we don't have to grow up, We can stay forever young, Living on my sofa, drinking rum and cola, Underneath the rising sun, I could give a thousand reasons why, But you're going, and you know that..

All you have to do is stay a minute, Just take your time, The clock is ticking, so stay, All you have to do is wait a second, Your hands on mine, The clock is ticking, so stay..”

[supcrbia-blog]

vanitxte

    “Has anyone in this world done the things I’ve done, for you? Because I’ll gladly pack up my things and head home, if so.”

[supcrbia-blog]

@vanitxte | x

    “You’re a brute.”

    Percy hisses at Louis -- all fury, yet no intent. He wants Louis to want him so much he can’t stand it. He’s typically so quick to offer himself to the man, but after tonight Percy’s learned that things should go his way, for once.

   Dark makeup is smeared across Percy’s left eyelid, the other remains in-tact. Despite the damage to his mask, he’s overly confident in what power he holds in such a small space. Smirking, he swipes Louis’ hand away.

   “You think you can get away with everything.”

[astrcy]

@vanitxte

     Isaac wanders around the lobby of a gallery, a pair of old paint-stained Converse on his feet. A Valentino kimono-coat covers the denim shorts and white t-shirt beneath. He’s waiting on Louis-- this is all part of his not-so-elaborate plan to surprise his other half, hoping to catch his attention with his fashion decisions for the evening. Maybe he should be more concerned about the event at hand, but Louis is on a higher pillar than the so-called “art” within these walls.

[supcrbia-blog]

✸ not that it would ever ever ever ever happen

My muse just dreamt that they got killed by yours. Send me ‘✸’ for my muse to wake up from their nightmare and see yours.

   Percy is awoken by his own convulsing. The first thing he does is grab Louis’s wrist, which rests so close to his tear-stained face. 

    “Stop…”

    The realization comes to him in waves; Louis isn’t trying to kill him. He was only dreaming. Dreaming of a knife being driven into his chest, and he’s awake but he can still feel it—

    In the very next moment, he presses himself close to Louis as gentle sobs fall from his lips. Percy is awake, yet he can’t safely determine whether or not Louis is still angry with him, or whether he hates him – Louis, the love of his life, who would never bring harm to Percy.

    “— Forgive me…”

[supcrbia-blog]

👀

[supcrbia-blog]

▤ aaaaaaayyyyy

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

▤ = falling asleep on them . 

   It’s another hour until sunrise in Louis’ home city. The pair had been awake all night long; a result of expected jet-lag as well as their shared space. Percy is much too restless to fall asleep, too anxious to miss a moment of his time with Louis. The other, however, has fallen asleep near him.

  They are skin-on-skin under sheets when light begins to filter in. He is careful not to wake his companion when pressing his face to his neck, and it’s then that he feels himself relax. This is perfection. This is paradise.

[avariiitia-archive-blog]

% fer Louis (;

send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

SMS: Louis--- i heard you’ve been up to some mischief. care to share? xx