Vampire Prince~

Not to be gay on main, but it's homophobic I'm not being held in the arms of my lover and slowly dipped for a kiss in the moonlight.

I want to be held in his arms and told it's okay, under the pale moonlight, life seems so dim and dismal, but then I feel his arms around me and once again I am whole.

To be a Victorian era vampire recklessly pining after a modern day werewolf who’s far too into twilight than anyone should be....

Concept: You are worn out, it’s been a long day and you come back to bed, I am reading some boring russian classic to pass the time, your head falls on my chest and I find myself absentmindedly running my hands through your hair. I can feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest, and you sprawl yourself over me. Suddenly there are better things to focus on than the philosophy of nihilism, and I play music from the record player as you fall asleep, covering the two of us in blankets, taking in the warmth of your presence and planting a kiss on your lips. The night falls thick and dark and the moonlight shines through cracks of our star-themed curtains. We are a mess of entangled limbs, wrapped up with each other bracing against the cold of the night.

There’s nothing so pure as to find a boy as beastly as you are, who sees you as poetry rather than danger.

I have always found Poe cliche, and how stereotypes ring untrue, forever means little with immortality, but he is like the raven; and I’d love to spend forever more with you.