prettier than you (◕‿◕✿)
Sandro Botticelli - Madonna della melograna (dettaglio degli Angeli)
But me losing you Was not a part of this plan
Reblog If Your Muse Gets Jealous
Five gold rings with garnets and/or carnelian.
Found in Turkey. Roman Imperial period, ca. 200 AD.
Source: Leiden Museum of Antiquities
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Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively make out and grab me everywhere.
send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.
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ʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜᴇʀ ᴅᴜ sᴏʟᴇɪʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪǫᴜᴇ (1922) | ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅʙᴏᴛᴛɪᴄᴇʟʟɪ & ᴍᴇʀᴄɪғᴜʟ-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ
Armand was handsomely dressed, of course. There had been a time in which Louis might have become mesmerized by the sight of him, beautiful with his auburn curls and hypnotic amber eyes. He would have went to him, fingers gently brushing the black fabric of his suit, leaning forward so as to apply a gentle kiss to smooth lips, the sound of his own beating heart pounding in his ears. Armand would have charmed him then in the way he’d been so adept at, and Louis would have swooned for him.
Those times, however, had turned to the same dust that she had become.
Louis followed his companion, grabbing his own coat on the way. A necessity it was for himself, for he seemed eternally cold. ”I see,” being his only response to Armand as he exited, taking in a deep breath of polluted city air. Even with preternatural eyes, the stars seemed distant in this place. ”Should we worry of the police busting this event?” Would there be mortals to get drunk off of?
Armand yearned for those days, the days when Louis seemed to worship the very ground he walked on, as if he was truly one of the angels he was compared to so often. But his companion had turned cold, distant, ever since he had seen a dirtied little yellow dress and a pile of ash and dust in the courtyard. That little bit of morality that seemed unique to him faded and left a stone cold immortal in it's place. The very thing Armand had wanted was now out of his reach and he had no one to blame but himself.
The door shut behind them.
It was early May, and despite the already late hour, the city was already bustling with light and sound. The car was already waiting, their driver standing neatly beside the vehicle. He was a quiet man, never asking his employers about the odd hours of operation or the seemingly very young age of Armand. "Judging by the man throwing it, yes." He knew the question he was really asking, though he was not pleased with that particular habit of Louis'. The auburn haired cupid slipped into the back seat of the car and beckoned for the brunet to do the same. He rather hated being late.
The Vampire Chronicles Characters: Armand/Amadeo/Andrei
And in this broken child were centuries of evil and centuries of knowledge, and out of him there came no ignominious entreaty but merely the soft and bruised sense of what he was. Old, old evil, eyes that had seen dark ages of which I only dream.
Send "Lips Like Sugar" for my muses reaction to yours grabbing them and placing multiple kisses on their lips
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