𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 !

HE  WAS  BORN  CODDLED  BY  THE  DARKNESS  IN  HIS  CRIB,   the  darkness  subject  him  to  completeness  without  the  hum  of  a  mother’s  voice  lulling  him  to  sleep  and  whilst  he  was  crowded  among  camps  of  potential  soldiers  for  an  army    (   he  still  felt  barren  of  familial  touch.   )    yet  the  touch  of  darkness  hung  low  among  his  head  while  a  child  in  the  camps  and  such  thing  held  him  long  at  night  when  he  needed  just  something  to  keep  him  alive  !                ‘    nor  am  i.    ‘     he  hums  lightly,  crowds  of  red  and  gold  search  through  to  call  for  the  voice  of  the  statement,     and  the  vampire  is  quick  to  lift  a  shoulder  and  nod  his  head  respectfully  to  the  young  vampire.       ‘    we  all  have  our  share  of  darkness,      all  have  been  subject  to  it.     ‘

       • ₊° ✷ˏ ˋ         @unsaintes​

❝           hola           guapo.           ¿           por           que           esa           cara           ?           did           something           happen           ?           you’re           too           handsome           to           sulk           around           like           a           𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎           𝙃𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙉.           ❞

           ‘   álainn      -------      that’s  just  my  face.     ‘       smirk  fiddles  its  way  unto  his  lips,  head  lilts  to  the  side  to  cast  a  curious  look  toward  her  !

     SHE    MAKES    SURE    her    companion    has    settled    in    the    apron    safely    before    she    finally    turns    around    to    face    him   ,    stepping    slowly    towards    him    her    lips    firmly    press    together    into    a    smile    and    she    drops    her    gaze    in    order    to    cover    up    just    how    quickly    he    was    able    to    touch    the    decayed    heart    buried    deep    within    her    chest   .    one    that    up    until    now   ,    she    had    thought    was    safe    behind    thick    defensive    walls   .    ‘    SHOULD    I    BE    FLATTERED    ?    that    I ’ m    just    as    pretty   as    the    girls    from    the    brothel    to    cause    enough    of    a    distraction    for    you    to    stay   .    ’

     his  grin  is  widened  at  her  words,   arms  coiling  across  his  chest  as  a  brow  raises  itself  upon  his  forehead.      she  was  snark,   he’d  give  her  that,  and  that  devilish  glint  in  her  eyes  pricks  at  the  organ  concave  in  his  heart  that’d  been  dead  for  centuries  !         head  lulls  to  the  side,  grin  dropping  to   a  smirk  as  he  speaks,      ‘      sweetheart,     you’re  the  prettiest  one.       ‘

     ‘    I    THOUGHT    YOU    would    have    taken    off    by    now   ,    I ’ m    assuming    you    took    alasdair ’ s    offer    ?    ’    her    attention    is    directed    away    from    the    small    mouse    balanced    ever    so    delicately    in    her   hands    to    the    once   prisoner    who    was    rested    against    one    of   the    stone    pillars    in   the    dark    halls    of    the    castle   .    carefully    her    hands    move    to    allow    the    mouse    to   get    comfortable    in    the    apron    tied    tightly    around    her    hip   ‘    WHY    ELSE    WOULD    you    be    here    if    you    had    not   .    ’

      @unsaintes​​   /   CLOSED   STARTER   .   

          gruff  are  the  hums  singing  from  his  chest  at  lowest  tune  possible,   callous  digits  rub  at  his  wrists  to  wring  the  ache  of  chains  from  his  flesh  as  he  leans  against  a  stone  pillar  and  shuffles  ivory  gaze  toward  the  young  girl   !       intrigue  rings  through  his  veins  as  he  notes  the  small  mouse  mussing  through  her  apron  pocket,   amusement  riddles  itself  across  his  features  slowly.

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞