#dvid

This close, and at this angle. Sokolov can make out the crow’s feet around his eyes. The flecks of red in his salt-and-pepper hair. The grey in his barely-burgeoning stubble. For someone who boasts his obsession with progress and evolution while wearing designer ties, Valentine has a refreshingly disinterested approach to aging and cosmetics. It seems that time is the one beast he has no interest in conquering; maybe he is confident that he can defeat death itself before time has any say in the matter. Maybe even Casimir Valentine has a limit to how many absurdly lofty goals he can balance at once before he runs out of hours in the day. Sokolov can appreciate the tiny signs of age, of limitation, in someone that otherwise seems almost immortal. Unyielding, unwavering, unstoppable.

But not untouchable.

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The horror novella is gay now

Davenzi-Tuesday (reblog with a fan art)

"My hands are too big to write. My eyes are too big to see. My heart is too big to beat. It’s trying to crawl its way out of me. I have to keep it contained. It’s become increasingly apparent that I’m not the harbinger, but the avatar of these forces, and these fuckers think it’s an honor to put me here, to make me both the sacrificial lamb and the altar and the priest spilling the blood, but I know far better than those fucking fools ever did. "

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Every instinct tells Sokolov to stay away, if not flee the entire building and do everything in their power to set it ablaze before they go. To search the west wing would clearly be insanity. Only a madman would, if he somehow found himself trapped here, take refuge in the company of something so vile.

… but a madman is exactly what they are trying to find. 

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The wealthy, genius, morally-bankrupt Doctor Valentine has been missing for two months.

His seething narcissism and condescension lent him more enemies than acquaintances. Only one person knew him on any level resembling 'personal', or witnessed his late-night harangues about the dangerous people and forces he liked to work with. Nobody entertained his fascination with the occult, and nobody would be foolish enough to follow suspicious leads to unsafe places in hopes of finding him.