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✱ SUNFLOWER , SUNSHINE , O ’ SWEET LITTLE BIRD , WHO CLIPPED YOUR WINGS ?
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I spent actual real time on this and then was shaken around like a squeakytoy to post it on tumblr so here it is.
unprompted. ( always accepting )
✱ 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 : " Monsieur Racine, may I have this dance? "
𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛. the light twitch ‘pon the tender edges of his lips, that would give way to dimpled haze of heated bloom ‘crossed his cheeks. was it shudder of a memory like some boyhood daze of love that left his lovestruck stupor something to be flustered upon? or perhaps it was lack of restraint, that heady glow in his eyes and not a drop met his tongue, nothing more than the visage of her he would need to be swelled and swept away like a rising tide. all the more happy to be lost to her he was, said time and time again. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ! to be raked across any harsh underbelly she may dare show, or the depths of which the love she harbored to be felt. all she could throw him to he would endure, if nothing more than for her to say his name like that, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ! looks at her like she may as well be the only light in the world, the only person worth looking at. and she was! genteel was his voice as he adjusts himself, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 !
❛ it would be my honor , love . ❜
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can you sleep by me tonight?
prompt. ( accepting )
some fractured visions of who they were left and buried in the garden outside, ill fated night sweeps in again to terrorize the ghosts left over and he stares like a specter to his destruction and lack of restraint. the vision of him had become more of a suggestion, for what could be told of a man who should be dead, who had lost sight of all reason and recklessness -- tutted only by the sincere and twisted thought : 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. and here comes another ! . . . was it borne out of obligation the way he hears those creaking steps wane and drift, weight shifted back and forth like a wave captured there at his door. there is little hesitation, though his leaves and branches had all but been mangled they quiver with the suggestion of a might and change. as if they could feel the twisting of seasons before he could, an olive branch reached out time and time again. his voice is low and nearest to exhaustion as a soul could get when draped round it like an other lover. but it was firm in the intent and affirmation of what he wanted.
❛ of course , i could do with some company tonight as well . ❜
Oops! Malo's been caught staring!
fingers drift along the bridge of those glasses , glinting tenderly in the light. his vision struck upon the pages with such fervor and intent, before his gaze seems to lift up. a flittering glint of mischief in those eyes as the corners of his lips quirk upwards. a playful lilt in his voice as he coos softly, bathing and near radiant in that summer sunlight.
❛ something caught your eye, my love ? ❜
@carvesbrides continued from here.
vehement declaration would lead inevitably to the fumbling of the doe. his emerald hues glinting with some mixture of terror and worry, object of his concerns before him now as he dares with shaking limbs to step back to the comfortable distance afforded to him. indicated then, by the district lack of aggression. in spite of the fear that grips him, wracks his fingers and worries the space between brows in a tender crease, his voice reflects a sort of genuine tenderness that would give cause for many a creature to wince. the folly of man was ne’er trusting in their fellow humans, and thus, becoming that which made them in the first place. of course, the brave fools who continue on without such, bear the wounds of a life lived daringly. and he had many a wound to bear to those who would care enough to ask. his voice like honey, reassuring, gentle. the voice of his mother in his mind : easy, easy, mon chéri. move with kindness and kindness in turn you will get. a creed he lived by, and surely, would die by.
❛ easy , easy . oh , toi pauvre chéri . i’m not going to hurt you , and i’m not going to touch you . ❜
it was the truth, as much so as he could convey through his words alone. palms raised and open in some sort of movement to ease his mind. not a step made to trek upon the space he needed. his lips spill forth his softness. no such command from his ethereal form, more some hushed guidance from some heavenly creature sat upon your bedside in the early hours of morn on a day you thought you wouldn’t survive.
❛ breathe , breathe , mon chéri . can you do that for me ? ❜
“ Pay no mind to it . ” Gluskin gestures towards the small device sitting upon the table with shackled hands . He dislikes it just as much as ( if not more than ) his current visitor , but it can’t be helped . The facility has its rules , &&. he must follow them. “ It simply ensures nothing … illegal occurs . Now tell me , why have you asked to see me today ? ”
OPEN – mutuals only
bespectacled gaze flickers from the device to the man before him. normally, such movement wouldn’t be alarming. but it’s who he sits before today that gives cause for his general unease, and the fear is not unfounded. still, he was here for something more important, and opening up the conversation with tensions would only sour it all he’s sure. softened smile curls onto his lips, his best attempt at showing compassion for someone who seemed to have lived a life lacking in it. o’ bleeding heart that he was, dripping with empathy and tender worry.
❛ o -- of course, ------------ I aim today to simply ... get to know you better, for lack of a better explanation. and I am ... well aware of how that sounds, I’m sure you’ve heard it before given the, ah, circumstances. but I assure you, this is different. I want to help, if you’d allow me. ❜
@failedmission continued from here.
❛ tellement désolé , inspecteur . it’s just that ... well , you seemed rather distressed at the flowers . I simply wanted to be sure . but perhaps I’m just seeing things . ❜

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✱ @blindhunger asked : why yes, he did just purchase an ornate piano! why yes, he DID just take an axe to it!
and what a sound to rupture the warm silence of their manor in the eve, the sound of ivories crushed and crumbling to the fine flooring. assault upon the ears of strings snapping and the melodic cries of the instrument, lacking in the usual rapture that it gave when it still could sing. quivering thing he is, feels as though he isn’t there a moment --- bearing witness like some godless specter in forgotten halls, watching in terror, were the real monsters in the house the ones whose hearts did beat? only stoked for any life when his lover’s rage is floundering, stilted voice trapped in throat while his heart thumped in his chest. akin to the inexperienced flight of some dove who beat wings against bars feverishly. digits clutched o’er one another pressed taut to chest, wide emerald orbs staring doe eyed in the headlights of his lover’s wrath. for he knows he has such an inclination, but tender hearted bird in his heart could not withstand the feeling that clutched him so. in those breaths where he fears he could turn on him, tear speckled, gentle flesh from bone or rip hair. to speak words that cut deeper than any blade could, it was a venomous thing, and he was not so resilient as he was before. she took that from him.
❛ MMM... ❜
foolish doe he is that he was to fumble when he speaks, his voice doesn’t sound like his own. quivering and so quiet, no longer dripping with milk and honey. the nobleman looked into the musician like a stuck rabbit would into the waiting jaws of some grand beast. rigid and frozen, save for the quick rise and fall of his chest.
it is 2am and I am once again upset about Alois in-game lines.
#OUGH MY POOR MAN #she literally turned his devotion and love into this possessiveness and 'if you loved me you would do [blank] bs and i"m sO UPSET #bc when he gets out of the hospital after all that time and energy he's just so heartbroken still #& feels so DUMB for loving and trusting someone who absolutely intentionally destroyed him for her own amusement #someone who literally never loved him #oUGH ALOIS MY POOR BABE #YELLS
I am once again asking you to suffer with me.
it is 2am and I am once again upset about Alois in-game lines.
I HAD BEEN LOST TO YOU , SUNLIGHT ! AND FLEW LIKE A MOTH TO YOU , SUNLIGHT , ---- OH , SUNLIGHT !
Anthony Rapp in Six Degrees of Separation (1993)

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Slides his hand into Alois's quietly.
the way he looks now, as if made of honey and the sunbeams that sneak through blinds to kiss bare skin on early morns ! red blooms in freckled cheeks like petals rising to greet the day, and those vivid greens sweep him into his gaze with such delight and vigor. and if you were to ask before him what the nobleman sees he would tell you : he’s the breath of dawn, before dew has been swept away by the heat of the sun o’erhead. he’s the blazing fire in your home -- in your chest -- that keeps burning on and on. unable to be smothered or snuffed out for he’s no earthly flame. and he’s mine. o’ how lucky to be the man that shouts : he’s mine ! ---- the world can turn on and on, and alois would be content to remain here with him. hand in hand, fingers curl almost instinctively ‘round the hand of his lover. never minding the scars that remain there, for he knew those scars all too well. silent moment is shared when eyes meet light lightning and smile curls onto soft lips. no words spoken but so much said. --- stolen with a glance, such a love could not be. softened hum as he visibly relaxes under the musician’s touch. with such reluctance are emerald eyes torn away from him, though still heavy in his thoughts he remains as is evident by the way his chest rises and falls just a bit quicker than before.
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