#composehr

🦐 AH...... ACORN MY BELOVED........ DO U KNOW HOW LOVED U ARE???? I WOULD FOLLOW U TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.. MY FAVE SHRIMPY MAN.. NOT FORGETTING TO MENTION FELIX TOO!!!!!!

christine  absolutely  melts  with  praise  .  she  loves  giving  it  ,  loves  receiving  it  .  she  loves  telling  her  partner  that  they’re  wanted  and  she  loves  getting  the  same  in  turn  .  tell  her  she’s  a  good  girl  or  that  she’s  doing  a  good  job  ,  and  she’ll  turn  into  putty  .  tl;dr  the  more  enthusiasm  ,  verbal  especially  ,  the  better  .

@composehr​  ,    𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟

“   𝙸   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁   𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲   𝙸𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙰𝙸𝚁   𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.   ”    but try as one might hear, the air was undeniably silent.  the night was so deathly and, daresay he,  so infectiously quiet that mayhap only the dogs would hear his song.  nay,  the lyrics were there if only one had the heart to listen,  and so he raised a hand to stay the words of the undying man,  and turned his face into the wind.     “         one familiar fading tune.   ”

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲.     socialites with enough money on hand held certain responsibilities to the betterment of polite culture, and to the young aesthete, there seemed no better cause than to help young artists share their craft with the world, so that they may all enjoy it. and so, seeking for that prolific young author who was currently prolific for his works, raoul was happy to find that he was very kind, very well-spoken, and willing to accept his patronage. traveling north from his estate in saône-et-loire, only taking a some few days through the countryside, to meet him at the arcturus theatre in the montparnasse. to his joyous surprise, he found the theatre to be in such well-kept shape: obviously, the owner cared greatly for his theatre. lingering in the lobby, hat upon his arm, raoul looked quite lost in the lobby, peering around as if his host might appear from any corner. eyes alight, feet squared, and shoulder drawn back in some unknown method of making himself well-seen, he delivers himself forward to an awaiting pair of blue eyes.     ❝ — monsieur, ❞     he speaks.     ❝ could you perhaps deliver me to your manager ? ❞

❛    𝐈𝐅  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  by anything external,  the pain is not due to the thing itself,  but to your estimate of it              and this,  understand,   you have the power to revoke at any moment.  even when at your most powerless.    ❜