𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰

❝ cold isn’t the same as empty,  ❞ she said,  not with pity,  but with the kind of quiet certainty that came from centuries of watching the world fracture  &  reforge itself again  &  again.  ❝ i’ve lain in graves too,  william.  some dug by others,  some i carved out for myself.  the dirt clings either way.  you can rot in it or grow something from it — something bitter,  maybe,  but alive all the same.  ❞ her gaze didn’t waver,  even as the corners of her mouth curved into something too solemn to be called a smile.  ❝you’re not beyond reach.  if you were,  you wouldn’t still be looking me in the eye.  ❞

❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞

❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞

❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞

❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞

❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞

❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞

❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞

❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞

❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞

❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞

❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞

❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞

❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞

❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞

❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞

❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞

❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞

ACTIONS:

WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.

WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.

DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.

DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.

FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.

FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.

GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.

SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.

CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.

REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.

BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (click links for more)

VITTORIO CONTINI – the vampire who turned lourdes, their love was secret, intense, & ultimately tragic. their bond goes beyond mortal love, transcending centuries. › edgar ramirez

THEODORE BOUCHER – a french intellectual from the enlightenment era. their relationship was full of poetic moments, intellectual debates, & passionate exchanges. › jack lowden

EMILIEN MOREAU – a poet & french philosopher from the 1700s, their affair was a blend of intellectual passion and emotional conflict, all set against the backdrop of revolution. › uncast

MARCELINE DUBOIS – a creole woman with a talent for hoodoo, their love was both dangerous and devoted, grounded in a deep understanding of power. › tessa thompson

JAMIES "JAMIE" CALLAHAN – an american gunslinger with a poet’s soul, their relationship was passionate but short-lived due to his tragic death in a standoff. › dave annabell

ISADORA LANGLEY – a silent film star in the 1920s, their love was filled with stolen moments, hidden embraces, and doomed by the societal expectations of the time. › florence pugh

ALEJANDRO VALASQUEZ – a revolutionary in 1950s havana, alejandro loved lourdes with reckless devotion, believing her to be an angel guiding him to his destiny. › diego luna

ELEANOR "ELLIE" HART – a wild child of rock ‘n’ roll, their love was an intense, chaotic whirlwind filled with neon nights, emotional highs, and eventual heartbreak. › riley keogh

JESSE ADAMS – a free-spirited artist from san francisco in the 1960s, their time together was a passionate, short-lived romance shaped by both love and rebellion. › taron egerton

MALCOLM MARTIN – a charming new yorker, their relationship was characterized by intense, whirlwind chemistry and deep, emotional exchanges, but ultimately, they parted ways as his life became entangled in his own battles. › mason gooding

MARIA CASTILLO – a passionate and determined woman from spain, their love was fiery and full of devotion, but ultimately shaped by the pressures of their differing worlds. › lorena andrea

SEBASTIAN WOLFE – a decadent artist in the 1980s, obsessed with capturing lourdes in his paintings, their affair was indulgent, destructive, and ultimately doomed by his inability to truly understand her. › ben barnes

a soft laugh hummed in her throat,  low  &  melodic like a hymn sung just for him.  lourdes didn’t move away — her hand remained at his temple,  thumb brushing lightly across his skin in a slow,  absent motion.  there was affection in the gesture,  but also patience,  like she was willing to wait for him to meet her where she stood.

lourdes did not flinch at the gravel in his voice,  nor the subtle shift of his hand toward the weight beneath his coat.  the stillness within her was not the kind that begged to be broken,  but the kind that had already weathered storms older than memory.  candlelight,  caught in the curve of her cheekbone,  flickered as if stirred by something unseen.  she turned to him slowly,  as though she had known precisely where he stood all along — watched not with fear,  but with a gentle gravity that made the air seem heavier. 

❝no one speaks to me,❞ she murmured,  her voice a low,  lilting hush,  ❝not in the way you mean.❞ her gaze held his,  not challenging,  but knowing — far too knowing.  ❝i dream in echoes,  emil.  not all of them mine.  i feel the pulse of things long before they rise to the surface.❞ she stepped closer,  the hem of her long skirts whispering across the ancient stones like a memory come to life.  ❝you think this world is void of sanctity — but i have walked among the ruins of saints  &  monsters alike.  i have seen what is broken rebuilt in silence.❞ her head tilted slightly,  an ache in her smile,  wistful.  ❝you are not wrong — no place is truly safe.  but still,  some are sacred… because someone chooses to make them so. ❞

a beat.  her crucifix glinted faintly,  catching what little light remained. 

𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕  𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅  in  his  mind,  like  a  drumbeat  he  couldn’t  escape.  he  could  feel  the  weight  of  the  shovel  in  his  hands  now,  feel  the  strain  in  his  arms  as  they  trembled  beneath  the  effort,  but  the  earth  was  dark,  thick  with  the  roots  of  old  regrets,  memories  that  had  grown  tangled  and  suffocating  over  the  years. 

he  had  buried  so  much  of  himself,  so  many  pieces  of  his  life  —  his  hope,  his  joy,  his  belief  in  redemption  —  until  all  that  remained  was  a  hollow  man  who  felt  the  weight  of  his  past  pressing  against  him  every  time  he  moved,  every  time  he  breathed. 

⁺   ‧   ˚   ♰   ༄  @vamplour  continued  from  xx

but  then,  something  in  her  eyes,  the  quiet  patience,  reminded  him  of  those  flickering  flames.  constant.  steady.  he  looked  down  at  his  hands,  the  roughness  of  his  palms  suddenly  feeling  more  like  a  story  than  a  burden.  where  it  hurts.  he  had  never  been  good  at  confronting  that.  he  had  spent  so  long  trying  to  outrun  the  ache,  numbing  himself  with  the  belief  that  if  he  just  kept  going,  kept  moving,  he  would  outrun  it.  but  lourdes...  she  was  asking  him  to  stop.  to  stay.

his  gaze  flickered  back  to  her,  that  soft  glow  casting  shadows  across  her  face.  there  was  something  undeniably  real  in  the  steadiness  of  her  presence.  she  wasn’t  promising  him  that  the  digging  would  be  easy,  or  even  that  it  would  make  sense.  but  there  was  grace  in  her  stillness. 

lourdes felt the weight of his gaze before he even looked up.  there was something in it — something worn   &  heavy,  like the unspoken words that clung to the air between them.  she did not move,  did not reach out further,  but allowed him the space to feel the quiet pull of her presence,  the steady warmth that seemed to reach past the jagged edges of his brokenness.   

she saw it in his hands,  those hands that had carried so much — too much —   &  the way they trembled under the burden of his own past.  she saw the fight in him,  the way he struggled to outrun the ache,  to bury it deep in the earth,  hoping it would stay there.  but it never did,  did it? the earth had a way of spitting out what it couldn’t hold.   

❝stay, ❞ she whispered,  the word quiet but firm,  like a prayer that wrapped itself around him,  a lifeline in the dark.  it wasn’t a command — she could not bring herself to use her compulsion when it was not warranted — but it was an invitation.  an offer.  she didn't promise him ease,  nor that the digging would make sense.  but she did promise him this:  i will be here.  through the quiet,  through the noise,  through it all.

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face