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IND.Ā SEL.Ā AROĀ Ā &Ā Ā SULPICIAĀ OFĀ THEĀ VOLTURI.Ā Ā Ā LOVEDĀ BYĀ ELIZAĀ Ā &Ā Ā OWLY.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šš ššš šš šššššš šš.Ā Ā šš šššš šš šššššš šš.
IND.Ā SEL.Ā AROĀ Ā &Ā Ā SULPICIAĀ OFĀ THEĀ VOLTURI.Ā Ā Ā LOVEDĀ BYĀ ELIZAĀ Ā &Ā Ā OWLY.

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@queenvolturiā asked:Ā sul is first in line
almost first.Ā Ā but second is fine, just the same. seeing her approach, something in her eyes tells him; & with a smile, golden as sunshine, he welcomes her into his arms. wordless embrace, tucking her between arms, holding her cold frame against him as cheek brushes hers. jaw moves, lines against hers for barely a moment, before lips find the curve of her cheek ā a breath, sweeter than honey, exhaled as they land, petal-soft, on the corner of her mouth; tasting of light & love & all things holy.
inbox kisses: 2/3
drew this real quick.Ā Ā Ā but i just wanted everyone to know that aro and sul have no chill and love to spend their evenings hosting a human - only ballroom party,Ā Ā then dance around everyoneās corpses by the end covered in blood.Ā Ā Ā seriously plotted with @queenvolturi
aro and sul constantly reenact their own moment of when they first fell in love over four millenniums ago.Ā Ā after retelling their story in various plays,Ā Ā they thought it wasnāt enough and got even more creative with it by taking this theatrical show on cruises,Ā Ā private resorts,Ā Ā and tripsĀ around the world like france,Ā Ā italy,Ā Ā and even LA in california.Ā Ā Ā there are three acts involved,Ā Ā and by the end,Ā Ā it always ends in a blood bath and almost everyone gets murdered.Ā Ā Ā i truly mourn for any human that gets involved in their shenanigans lmao
didĀ uĀ knowĀ aroĀ willĀ actuallyĀ die forĀ Ā sul.

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"he's a greek god with the voice of drunk welsh man"[5:24 PM]Ā Ā -Ā sulpicia
HEĀ CANNOTĀ RECALLĀ HOWĀ HEĀ Ā Ā Ā endedĀ upĀ onĀ theĀ floorĀ ofĀ hisĀ chamber.Ā Ā Ā thereĀ isĀ noĀ heartbeatĀ thatĀ acceleratesĀ theĀ stagnantĀ bloodĀ inĀ hisĀ veins,Ā Ā butĀ hisĀ frameĀ tremblesĀ anywayĀ withĀ aĀ horrorĀ thatĀ transcendsĀ functioningĀ logic.Ā Ā Ā aĀ kingĀ shouldĀ neverĀ falterĀ intoĀ aĀ kindĀ ofĀ madnessĀ thatĀ revealsĀ frailty,Ā Ā crumbledĀ toĀ theĀ floorĀ inĀ aĀ fetalĀ state,Ā Ā butĀ theĀ overwhelmingĀ terrorĀ andĀ stabbingĀ guiltĀ Ā Ā preysĀ onĀ himĀ again.Ā Ā Ā Ā
heĀ shutsĀ hisĀ eyesĀ tightlyĀ toĀ drownĀ itĀ out,Ā Ā anyĀ wayĀ heĀ can.Ā Ā Ā butĀ heĀ canĀ stillĀ pictureĀ herĀ sittingĀ thereĀ onĀ hisĀ windowsill ;Ā Ā Ā theĀ soft,Ā Ā deadĀ eyesĀ ofĀ hisĀ dearĀ sisterĀ andĀ herĀ sad,Ā Ā sadĀ smile.Ā Ā Ā foreverĀ imploring,Ā Ā foreverĀ insistingĀ thatĀ heĀ hadĀ madeĀ aĀ graveĀ mistake.Ā Ā Ā sheĀ couldĀ haveĀ stillĀ lovedĀ him.Ā Ā Ā andĀ thenĀ sheĀ withersĀ awayĀ intoĀ ashes,Ā Ā herĀ lovelyĀ headĀ haphazardlyĀ tumblingĀ toĀ theĀ floorĀ toĀ speakĀ noĀ more.Ā Ā Ā butĀ theĀ depthĀ ofĀ her loveĀ isĀ moreĀ hauntingĀ Ā thanĀ anyĀ macabreĀ illusionĀ heāsĀ witnessed,Ā Ā andĀ theĀ renewedĀ sorrowĀ thatĀ cutsĀ himĀ likeĀ aĀ thousandĀ bladesĀ isĀ whatĀ triumphsĀ overĀ theĀ restĀ ofĀ hisĀ emotions,Ā Ā ringingĀ againstĀ theĀ wallsĀ ofĀ hisĀ hollowed,Ā Ā achingĀ chest.Ā Ā Ā heĀ isĀ reducedĀ toĀ nothing.Ā Ā Ā defeatedĀ inĀ theĀ wakeĀ ofĀ herĀ ghost.Ā Ā Ā Ā butĀ evenĀ hisĀ prideĀ doesĀ notĀ holdĀ anyĀ valueĀ now.Ā Ā Ā allĀ heĀ wantsĀ isĀ forĀ itĀ toĀ end.Ā Ā Ā
heĀ vaguelyĀ hearsĀ tentativeĀ footsteps, Ā Ā followedĀ byĀ familiarĀ dulcetĀ tones.Ā Ā Ā aĀ farĀ offĀ echoĀ inĀ comparisonĀ toĀ hisĀ ownĀ roaringĀ demons.Ā Ā Ā heĀ isĀ drowningĀ inĀ hisĀ ownĀ mind.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā forgiveĀ Ā meĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā hisĀ ownĀ voiceĀ soundsĀ strangeĀ toĀ hisĀ ears,Ā Ā strangledĀ andĀ hoarse,Ā Ā andĀ heĀ isĀ certainĀ theĀ entityĀ heĀ isĀ speakingĀ toĀ hasĀ longĀ sinceĀ fadedĀ away.Ā Ā Ā Ā butĀ heĀ repeatsĀ itĀ likeĀ heāsĀ underĀ aĀ spellĀ heĀ cannotĀ shake,Ā Ā withĀ aĀ grimaceĀ thatĀ speaksĀ ofĀ anĀ oldĀ pain.Ā Ā Ā sensingĀ someoneĀ besideĀ him,Ā Ā heĀ drawsĀ aĀ handĀ upĀ toĀ pressĀ againstĀ hisĀ eyes,Ā Ā almostĀ child - likeĀ inĀ hisĀ stunningĀ vulnerability,Ā Ā asĀ tearsĀ threatenĀ toĀ spill.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
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ON MOST DAYS MARCUS COULD BE FOUND in the g a r d e n s. Soaking up the sun, trying to pretend his very soul was not frayed and falling apart due to his mate's passing. It had been c e n t u r i e s and yet her death still felt so recent; too fresh, almost as if his heart was still bleeding. He had failed her, he had promised to keep her safe and yet he had broken that very promise ā a sin from which he would never find redemption. With a sigh, he tilted his head back, letting the rays of sun fully touch his face; pretending the gentle warmth he felt were his mate's caress.
He was r a r e l y interrupted, most had learned it was no use trying to get him to do much, only really brought out of his loneliness when Aro and Caius would need him in the throne room. Which is why he was quite surprised when he caught a familiar scent. ā Sulpicia... ā He called out to her, his s o f t monotone voice still capable of carrying that gentle vulnerability of his biological age. ā What a lovely surprise, unless Aro has sent you. In that case, do tell him it is my day off. ā Marucs stated, and like usual, Athenodora and Sulpicia were the only ones he a l l o w e d himself to be less burdened by his grief, managing to show the woman a small smile, his crimson eyes a little less dull as he looked up to her.
ā What can I do for you, my friend? ā