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it’s not entirely finished,   but i’ll be moving ace over here.

muse aesthetics:    horror edition.

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gothic horror.    gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses.cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs .pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums.spiders. books.

this blog’s being put on a temporary semi-hiatus to full hiatus,     but i’ll be here in the meantime.

❝    oh .   right .    ━━━    ❞      and  he  was  yanked  away ,     barely  inches  before  the  first  of  the  girls  had  skipped  their  over  to  try  and  get  a  swing  at  lodging  his  head  off  his  neck  like  a  golf  racket .     pulled  over  to  the  end  of  the  bike ,    they  left  the  lot  of  maniacal  entities  with  nothing  but  smoke  and  a  spiral  of  dirt .    it  couldn’t  have  been  the  smell  of  blood  that  attracted  them ,   considering  dionysus   -    they  seemed  hell  bent  on  sacrificing  anything  that  moved  to  their  patron ,   and  that  landed  demigods  into  the  option  list .        ❝    well ,   can’t  run  them  over .     ❞      a  sharp  cut  left  meant  slowing  the  bike  by  mere  seconds ,      and  it  was  enough  to  garner  him  the  distant  echo  of  their  laughter .    winding  his  arms  around  the  other  boy’s  waist ,   he  tossed  a  look  over  his  shoulder  and  considered .       ❝    we’ll  have  to  trap  them .    valdez  said  it  worked  once .    ❞

 ‘       you  already  look  like  shit  anyway.        ’

❝      you’re like my dad,     ❞     it’s not a compliment,   an insult to his character.    if he knew her father,   he’d probably take it as a compliment.    both were cold,   callous men.   part of the reason she has a hard time taking anything he says NOT personal.    ❝      you’d get on well.    i’ll send my best regards from hell.     ❞

 @arsnist liked. starring role - marina and the diamonds !

‘       are  you  tryin’  to  tell  me  you  get  a  daddy  vibe  from  me?       ’       he  doesn’t  care  enough  to  take  her  comment  seriously   ,              nor  ask  about  her  father;             he  doesn’t  care  much  to  hear  of  her  past   ,               even  if  it  might  explain  why  she’s  such  so  difficult  and  insufferable  now.       besides   ,          if  her  father  really  was  anything  like  ace    ,               the  latter’s  glad  he  never  knew  him;               one  ace  emerson  is  bad  enough.

          a  guilt  burns  within  his  stomach  when  he  realizes  he  might  have  sounded  cold .  lower  lip      is  taken  between  teeth    &    he  chews     ,    soft  skin  indenting  with  the  violence  of  his  bite .      ❝   —————   i’m  happy  that  you  found  her  again ,   ❞             he  says  quietly , the  galaxies        trapped  within  his  eyes  shifting  hesitantly  to  ace .     ❝   if  it’s  like  every  romance  movie  ever ,      it  has  to  mean  something .   ❞

‘       i  don’t  really  think  my  life’s  a  romance  movie   ,            ri.       ’         if  it  is   ,             it’s  undoubtedly  the  worst  one  ever  produced:              far  closer  to  a  horror - tragedy  than  anything  else.        in  a  romance   ,              ace  would  have  a  shot  at  a  happy  ending.              in  this  life   ,           the  chances  of  that  are  slim  to  none   ,              even  if  he  does  have  riley  back.

❝   you  know  me.      and  here  you  are,     at  my  party  with  no  question.     really,     ace    —–      why  would  you  come  to  a  party  infested  with  teenagers  if  there  wasn’t  a  reason?      i  think  it’s  me,   ❞         she  insists  with  a  clever  smile.        eyes  narrow  in,      head  slowly  looking  over  to  the  girl  in  question.      she  scoffs,      as  if  she  has  a  thousand  reasons  why  he  shouldn’t  go  near  her     (     she  hardly  even  knows  her.     )       ❝    you’d  be  wasting  your  time,       and  i’d  actually  feel  bad  for  you.       people  don’t  bring  dates  to  house  parties    —–    how  long  has  it  really  been  since  you’ve  been  out  of  high  school  anyway?    ❞  

‘       i  think  it’s  boredom.       ’        it’s  half - true;          despite  his  previous  statement   ,             there’s  only  so  many  nights  he  could  spend  at  a  bar  before  getting  sick  of  it    ,            leaving  him  to  find  other  ways  to  keep  himself  from  sleeping.              but  then  there’s  also  her.       ‘          the  last  time  i  went  to  a  high  school  party   ,             my  family  was  still  alive.               it’s  been  awhile.       ’        his  tone  is  much  lighter  than  the  topic  he’s  brought  up   ,                 as  if  he’s  unaffected  anymore.        ‘        full  offense   ,               but  this  party  sucks.              super  boring.         ’

❝   lucky  for  both  of  us,       i  know  plenty  of  ways  to  entertain  you.  ❞         her  head  peaks  over,      a  scoff  slipping  from  her  lips  as  if  it’s  obvious.        ❝   knives.     i’d  look  hot  with  a  knife,     right?   ❞ 

‘         but  right  now   ,            blood  is  the  only  bodily  fluid  i  want  to  see  on  you.      my  mind  might  change  after.       ’          her  response  draws  a  faint  groan  of  irritation   ,             though  he  expected  it    ,              eyes  rolling  as  head  shakes.         ‘         what’s  with  you  lakewood  people  and  knives?          this  isn’t  the  seventeenth  century.       ’        despite  his  complaint   ,          the  handle  of  a  knife  is  held  out  toward  her    ,          opposite  hand  wrapping  around  that  of  a  pistol    ,              as  if  he  doesn’t  already  have  multiple  weapons  strapped  to  his  body  anyway.          

            WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU’RE OLDER  ?                     you tilted your head back in laughter and replied,       dead.

you knew what you did. you knew exactly what you were doing to me and you sure as hell dont fucking regret it

          ❝   i  don’t  know ,   ❞     comes  his  dismissive  reply  as  he  rolls  his  shoulders  in  another      shrug .     he  preoccupies  himself  by  continuing  to  drip  polish  onto  his  nails , smoothing  on      the  fluorescent  color  .  there’s  a  made  effort  to  keep  his  gaze  away  from  ace   ––––   he      wants  this  conversation  to  be  over .

he  should  be  used  to  it  by  now:              keeping  his  thoughts  to  himself    ,             having  nobody  to  voice  them  freely  to  as  he  might  have  done  years  ago.            and  yet  he’d  been  foolish  enough  to  believe  that  having  riley  back  might  change  things;           that  maybe  he  wouldn’t  have  to  feel  so  alone  anymore.      he  still  does.

‘       that’s  a  good  color   ,         ’         he  admits   ,          but  it’s  not  as  genuine  as  he  used  to  be;                 his  words  are  mechanical   ,                 as  if  he’s  more  machine  than  man.