#phantvsm

of course! uvu did you want them of tassia or someone else?

She’s laced and intertwined like a vein of growing buds alongthe cracked walls of the east wall, slithering—snaking up andit just keeps going, her face is hidden against his chest and hejust gently runs his fingers through her hair.Not the first time he’s made a home in these sheets it certainlywill not be the last with his back pressed to the mattress face contorted and expression bleak as he stares at the stains ofpassing time on the ceiling.  The smell of rotting wood almosthides the smoke and the old coppery aroma of blood shed.She’s cuddled in under his arm while he presses the tip ofhis nose to her temple, the hair line of the girl going hiddenand confused in the whip of strands and it doesn’t mind thevampire a bit, not at all—-not really. It seems the girl has madea position embedded in his skin for her pillow.     Too many nights did she spend sleeping against him. Too many nightshe did not care or think into it."I know you think that because there’s not a pulse between us,there could be something more——I can feel it in the way youstare often in my direction and the energy that fills along insteadof the usual darkness there’s a ring of light.It kills me to tell you this and let us pray to God that you shall nothear these cowardly soft words, but darling I think you know deepdown that I do not belong in the light, but in the shadow of it’s glow.”                           How can one describe the longing look of the dead,        too often it isn’t out of lust or love, but to feel. The desire to have a warm touch where there is nothing but the cold temperature of their skin and to feel the way a mouth can brush against stone flesh. Realistically he could be spit balling speaking only in which he thinks he sees. Valentine adjusts closer to her wrapping his arm around her lower back side more securely, his eyes blinking slow, covering the gloss over the dark abyss orbs.His mouth brushes against her temple and he hums raking his finger tips through her messy hair one more time as the girl in turn presses closer and it makes the man run the tip of his nose along her skin, with a sigh. Eyes fall shut, words will go muffled against her skin. “All I shall ever do is hurt you”

*insert nero fiddling while rome burned*

      he's managed his stay in her home   without any payment other than his    company. such a lonely bird she was;   though he'd wondered why she didn't   talk to the others that apparently made    their way into this rather large house;    but what intrigues him most is why she    just won't leave. the poor girl doesn't get   out--- perhaps that's why she seems to    mope most days.    though from personal experience, outside   is just as scary as being locked away; outside   there are people who'd want to hang him.    but inside she talks to him as if he were any   other person. not a monster that the outside   world labels him. they talk about pointless things,   things that sebastian never realized that mattered   to anyone. things that made them laugh, and things   that left them in silence.    but rather than letting a pause of silence between   the two, he's pressing his lips to hers firmly, no   hesitation on his end. her lips are soft against his,   and they taste like nicotine.       a bit overdue, isn't   it?

let me read you a thing, though since you said you were reading the series this is v spoilery for you, though tbh this blog existing is spoilery;; bUT-- read the below excerpt if you want:   "Sebastian's face was blank, the hostility gone from it, and the dark fire from his eyes. He no longer looked like Valentine, though. He looked--- scared." that right there is the scene in which sebastian dies. he's been killed before, and even then he was scared of it, but knowing exactly what it's like to sit in that darkness awaiting nothing, it's what terrifies him most. but when/if he figures out violet is dead, there will be questions. because death wasn't like that for him like it is for her. she's still around, even though she's bound to the house. he'd rather be where she is than be in that darkness again;;

   " would you? why am i not surprised you're     that type of girl? perhaps it's because a      certain b o y decided to pay me a      visit. are you sure you'd still adore me?      are you sure that my hands around your     neck isn't enough to push me away? what     if i killed you here and now, would you still     adore me then, even in death? or---- am i     too late? "