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So here he was dancing in the club, trying to attract either a male or a female foolish enough to go to his place, maybe even share a bed, so he could quench the thirst that made his throat all dry and scratchy. He was sure as hell that he stood out. He wasn’t in a club for a good decade and genres change. And apparently even the clothes or maybe he was in the different type of a club he was used to, because his plain black shirt and leather jacket were on the simplest costumes people wore here. No matter how good he might have looked in it, he wasn’t fitting in at all.

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An Aesthetic ship board for Johnny and Erik!

Rosalyn:

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i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Aran:

bold what applies.      italicize what sometimes applies.      repost don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Aeron had invited Ricky to celebrate Yule. It had been a hard choice, but... it would also be a chance to show Ricky that most witch necromancers never chose it. It was also a chance for himself to open up. 

He was in the kitchen of the God’s house when Ricky was led down to the main room where everyone was gathered. Music was being played, while people danced and ate, drinking happily.

For once Aeron was dressed in a soft comfy sweater over a tank top, his blond hair was pulled back in a low bun, the only thing that would likely give him away as to who he was, was his height and Rev who purred happily at Ricky running over immediately. 

“I’m happy you could make it, Ricky.” he said softly, his voice less harsh now. Warm. Youthful. Jade eyes glanced over at him, far brighter and livelier than he’d seen before.

Bo connected her knee to Jesse's groin in a fit of pure rage from his words. She was hurt but instead of tears, she got violent, like, scary violent. If someone didn't stop her, she would do some real harm to someone. "DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD BE HAPPY EVEN IF YOU WERE?" She shouted. "YOU SLEPT WITH ANOTHER WOMEN AND FEEL ZERO REMORSE OR GUILT FOR WHAT YOU DID, JESSE! DO YOU EXPECT ME APPAUDE YOU FOR TELLING ME THE TRUTH?!"

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