* ㅤ𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 e̲a̲r̲t̲h̲b̲o̲u̲n̲d̲

𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘ㅤ𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦ㅤ[ㅤ...ㅤ] 𝘯𝘰𝘵ㅤ𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦ㅤ,ㅤᵇᵘᵗㅤᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ

[beaumortal]

                        𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.

                        #   𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥, an independent, highly selective and low activity writing blog for a fandomless original character, athan beaumont. created and written by chloe (twenty-four, she/her). established september 18 2022.

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[beaumortal]

happy 647th birthday to athan, maybe as a gift i'll archive and remake him.

[dollpink]

          ❝ all of my dreams are rushing toward me, stretching out my wings to fly on top of the world. nothing's gonna break me, even if takes me doing it a thousand times.  ❞ 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂 "𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆" 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔 of mattel's barbie doll, reimagined as an original character in a modern setting, written by chloe.

[beaumortal]

blythe is an enabler.

[beaumortal]

athan's a horse girl.

[beaumortal]

NOTE   FROM   ALICE   BINGLEY: ❛  do  you  want  some  company ?  ❜  signed,   @worthfuls   /   🇶​🇺​🇪​🇸​🇹​🇮​🇴​🇳​🇮​🇳​🇬​   🇲​🇮​🇳​🇩​🇸​

                        hearing   her   voice   from   the   doorway,   the   lord   beaumont   immediately   perks   up   from   behind   his   desk.   a   wide   smile   replacing   what   had   been   a   stoic   and   concreated   face,   his   quill   dismissed   to   the   desk’s   surface.           ❝   what   sort   of   question   is   that?   i’m   always   in   need   of   your   company.   ❞           he   rises   from   his   chair   and   steps   around   his   desk,   taking   what   steps   he   needed   to   reach   out   and   take   her   hand   to   pull   her   back   towards   his   desk   with   him.

 ❝   did   you   and   madalena   enjoy   yourselves?   i   know   she   was   quite   excited   to   show   you   around the   stables.   did   she   introduce   you   to   mable?   i   swear to   you   —   if   it   came   between   any   of   us   and   that   horse.   lena   would   pick   mable   every   time.   ❞           warm   laughter   spills,   before   he   brings   forth   her   hand   to  his   lips   and   presses   a   kiss   or   two   between   her   knuckles,   stopping   just   before   the   wedding   band   around   her   finger   to   momentarily   admire   it.            ❝   we   should   take   a   ride   sometime...   just   the   two   of   us...   ❞

[ohisms]

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  an  updated  collection  of  100+  question  prompts .   feel  free  to  adjust  phrasing  /  gendered  terms  as  necessary . )

❛  you’re  leaving ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  in ?  ❜

❛  can  you  shut  up ? ❜

❛  are  you  [ name ] ?  ❜

❛  who  am  i  to  you ?  ❜

❛  why  should  i  care ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  inside ?  ❜

❛  did  i  do  something ?  ❜

❛  you  don’t  trust  me ?  ❜

❛  can  we  make  a  deal ?  ❜

❛  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  free  tonight ?  ❜

❛  are  we  going  to  die ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  with  you ?  ❜

❛  can  we  call  it  even ?  ❜

❛  you  stay  here ,  okay ?  ❜

❛  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜

❛  can  you  stitch  me  up ?  ❜

❛  are  you  doing  alright ?  ❜

❛  is  that  …  my  shirt ?  ❜

❛  who  takes  care  of  you ?  ❜

❛  have  you  seen  yourself ?  ❜

❛  what  took  you  so  long ?  ❜

❛  can’t  you  see  i’m  busy ?  ❜

❛  who  do  you  think  i  am ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  helping  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  happy  with  him ?  ❜

❛  are  we  having  a  moment ?  ❜

❛  are  you  listening  to  me ?  ❜

❛  how  are  you  so  arrogant ?  ❜

❛  how  did  you  afford  this ?  ❜

❛  what  are  you  doing  here ?  ❜

❛  is  this  all  in  my  head ?  ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  look  at  me ? ❜

❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  some  company ?  ❜

❛  are  you  from  around  here ?  ❜

❛  do  you  need  to  lie  down ?  ❜

❛  are  we  on  the  same  page ?  ❜

❛  why  didn’t  you  defend  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  sure  you’re  ready ?  ❜

❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜

❛  where  were  you  last  night ?  ❜

❛  you  wanted  to  talk  to  me ?  ❜

❛  will  you  PLEASE  be  quiet ?!  ❜

❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜

❛  why  do  you  look  so  guilty ?  ❜

❛  [ name ]  …  truth  or  dare ?  ❜

❛  why  did  you  bring  me  here ?  ❜

❛  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  ❜

❛  since  when  does  that  matter ?  ❜

❛  why  do  you  put  up  with  me ?  ❜

❛  THIS  is  your  breaking  point ?  ❜

❛  what  can  i  say  to  fix  this ?  ❜

❛  do  you  think  i  deserve  this ?  ❜

❛  hey ,  hey ,  are  you  with  me ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  leaving  so  soon ?  ❜

❛  what  do  you  get  out  of  this ?  ❜

❛  [ name ] ,  what  have  you  done ?  ❜

❛  do  you  have  a  minute  to  talk ?  ❜

❛  did  you  ever  actually  love  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  need  somewhere  to  stay ?  ❜

❛  why  don’t  you  ever  listen  to  me ?

❛  do  you  hear  yourself  right  now ?  ❜

❛  you  knew  &  you  didn’t  tell  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  something  to  drink ?  ❜

❛  when  did  you  know  you  loved  me ?  ❜

❛  when  was  the  last  time  you  ate ?  ❜

❛  what’s  your  favorite  scary  movie ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  to  get  out  of  here ?  ❜

❛  why  is  this  so  important  to  you ?  ❜

❛  can  i  at  least  buy  you  a  drink ?  ❜

❛  how  can  you  think  this  is  funny ?  ❜

❛  are  you  sure  you’re  up  for  this ?  ❜

❛  are  you  trying  to  start  something ?  ❜

❛  what  are  we  supposed  to  do  now ?  ❜

❛  can  we  at  least  try  to  be  civil ?  ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  just  leave  me  alone ?  ❜

❛  are  you  thinking  what  i’m  thinking ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  just  stay  out  of  it ?  ❜

❛  you’re  not  bailing  on  me ,  are  you ?  ❜

❛  how  long  have  you  been  lying  to  me ?  ❜

❛  can  you  keep  your  eyes  open  for  me ?  ❜

❛  how  long  have  things  been  like  this ?  ❜

❛  why  is  this  suddenly  such  a  problem ?  ❜

❛  what ,  am  i  supposed  to  be  impressed ?  ❜

❛  do  you  ever  wish  you  could  run  away ?  ❜

❛  you’re  going  to  believe  them  over  me ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  looking  at  me  like  that ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  just  tell  me  the  truth ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  ever  take  responsibility ?  ❜

❛  what  can  i  do  to  make  it  up  to  you ?  ❜

❛  can  we  put  this  whole  thing  behind  us ?  ❜

❛  i’m  coming  to  get  you ,  where  are  you ?  ❜

❛  can  you  stay ?  just  for  a  little  while ? ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  let  me  be  here  for  you ?  ❜

❛  when  are  you  going  to  forgive  yourself ?  ❜

❛  is  that  what  your  nightmares  are  about ?  ❜

❛  what  kind  of  person  does  this  make  me ?  ❜

❛  where  are  we  supposed  to  go  from  here ?  ❜

❛  are  you  TRYING  to  get  yourself  killed  ?!  ❜

❛  why  can’t  we  just  talk  like  we  used  to ?  ❜

❛  why  do  these  things  always  happen  to  me ?  ❜

❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  slept ?  ❜

❛  can’t  we  just  enjoy  the  moment  for  once ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  ever  stand  up  for  yourself ?  ❜

❛  why  haven’t  you  been  answering  your  phone ?  ❜

❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ,  let  you  die ?  ❜

❛  can  you  listen  &  do  what  i  say  for  once ?  ❜

❛  what  do  you  mean ,  you’re  not  coming  back ?  ❜

❛  why  don’t  you  stay  the  night ?  just  once .    ❜

❛  can  you  see  how  many  fingers  i’m  holding  up ?  ❜

❛  you’d  tell  me  if  something  was  wrong ,  right ?  ❜

❛  where  do  you  go  when  you  space  out  like  that ?  ❜

❛  you  were  going  to  leave  without  saying  goodbye ?  ❜

❛  you’ll  stand  by  my  side  no  matter  what ,  right ?  ❜

❛  what  kind  of  mess  have  you  gotten  yourself  into ?  ❜

❛  i  need  you  to  sit  up ,  can  you  do  that  for  me ?  ❜

❛  if  you  have  nothing  to  hide ,  what’s  the  problem ?  ❜

❛  can  we  all  just  act  like  we’re  winning  for  once ?  ❜

❛  can  we  talk  about  this  at  a  time  that  isn’t  now ?  ❜

❛  you  really  don’t  care  about  any  of  this ,  do  you ?  ❜

❛  can  you  just  tell  me  everything’s  going  to  be  okay ?  ❜

❛  you  know  we’re  gonna  have  to  talk  about  this  eventually ,  right ?  ❜

[beaumortal]

 greetings,   i   am   here   to   softly   revamp   athan   because   he’s   my   brain   child   and   i   don’t   want   to   forget   abt   him.

[beaumortal]

 i   think   you   should   hold   athan’s   hand,   yes...

[beaumortal]

 it   is   probably   not   the   greatest   idea   to   ever   approach   and   grab   athan   from   behind.   i   mean,   given   that   someone   literally   grabbed   him   from   behind   and   continuously   shoved   a   knife   into   his   back...   it   really   does   active   his   flight   or   fight   mode.

[austinbutlerr]

[beaumortal]

                                              𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿   𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄

BASICS !

 NAME :   athan   oliver   beaumont.  NICKNAME/S :   none,   usually   just   goes   by   athan.  AGE :   646   years   old.  SPECIES :   human,   immortal.

PERSONAL !

 MORALITY :   lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true  RELIGION :   raised   christian,   but   doesn’t   practice.  SINS :   greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath  VIRTUES :   chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice  KNOWN LANGUAGES :   english,   french,   knows   some   german,   russian,   spanish   and   italian.   and   if   you   really   want   to   get   into   it,   middle   english.  SECRETS :   is   immortal   and   has  lived   for   nearly   seven   hundred   years.   he’s   seen   and   experienced   much   of   the   world’s   history.

PHYSICAL !

 BUILD :   scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average(fluctuates)  HEIGHT :   6′0″.  SCARS / BIRTHMARKS :   most   notably   is   the   cluster   of   scars   on   his   lower   back   from   where   he   was   stabbed   twenty   four   times,   resulting   in   his   first   death.   a   small   scar   above   his   eyebrow,   a   long   scar   following   the   shape   of   his   left   shoulder   and   many,   many   more.  ABILITIES / POWERS :   immortality,   his   inability   to   die.   no   matter   the   cause,   athan   always   returns.   a   wide   knowledge   of   the   world   and   its   history.   is   proficient   in   sword   fighting   and   wielding   other   similar   weapons.   is   an   excellent   horse   rider.  RESTRICTIONS :   isolation,   but   on   his   own   accord,   isolating  himself   as   he’s   afraid   of   letting   people   in   too   close.   severely   claustrophobic,   steaming   from   his   first   encounter   with   death   and   waking   in   his   own   grave.   terrified   of   needles.

FAVORITES !

 FOOD :   french   and   italian   cuisine.  DRINK :   big   tea   drinker,   but   also   romanticised   ice   cold   glasses   of   coke.  PIZZA TOPPING :   basic   margherita   bitch,   but   doesn’t   shy   away   from   trying   toppings.  COLOR :   blue!   the   beaumont   blue.  MUSIC GENRE :    classical   and   fifties   music.  BOOK GENRE :    mystery,   fantasy   and   romance.   he’s   also   written   two   whodunits   himself.  MOVIE GENRE :   classic   movies,   early   sci-fi,   fantasy.  CURSE WORD :   fuck,   shit,   christ,   hell.  SCENTS :   leather,   the   smell   of   a   new   book,   cherries   and   lavender.

FUN STUFF !

 SONGS :   in   the   beginning   by   fahrenhaidt,   je   te   laisserai   des   mots   by   patrick   watson,   do   not   stand   at   my   grave   and   weep   by   leah,   i   will   find   you   by   audiomachine,   end   of   an   era   by   zack   hemsey,   table   for   two   by   abel   korzeniowksi,   circles   by   ludovico   einaudi,   flying   by   james   newton   howard.  AESTHETIC :   forgotten   chessboard,   a   mountain   of   books   ready   to   topple   over,   a   broken   grave,   an   old   grand   piano   gathering   dust,   dried   ink   and   quill,   marble   status,   waxy   candles,   rolled   up   sleeves,   worn   and   torn   pages,   high   ceiling   artwork,   faded   images,   scribbling   poetry.  SINGS IN THE SHOWER :   yes,   he   sings   but   also   hums   instrumentals.  LIKES PUNS :   sure,   but   he   isn’t   very   good   at   them.

 tagged by,   @gunbash,   ur   the   bee’s   knees   💙  tagging,   i   need   to   go   for   a   bath,   so   pls   go   ahead   and   steal   this   if   you’d   like!​

[thebell]

@beaumortal sent: you know what it’s like to live in silence.

" yeah, something like that. " he offers a forced smile as hands clasp in front of him and rest on his lap. he forgot he was so open sometimes — his face was like a window. anyone who looked at him could see what was going inside. there was something of that loneliness he recognized in athan too — even if he didn't want to admit it. " but it's okay. i don't really know how else to live. i think living with too much noise would drive me mad. "

[beaumortal]

                        ❝ you'd be surprised. living with too much noise can be its own type of silence. ❞ he speaks from experience, from decades of living as such. sometimes living amongst the noise and the crowd is the best way to stay hidden. ❝ everybody's so caught up with their own lives and their own problems, they don't even realise who it is that stands right in front of them. ❞

shoulders shrug and eyes flicker down perhaps he's said too much. but he understands, he really does, loneliness is an old friend to the long immortal. his constant companion. ❝ you have it nice here. have you lived here your whole life? ❞

[supportary]

“ owe me? not at all. i think it would be inhumane if i made you owe me for saving you from another decade of torture. ” she shrugs nonchalantly, taking her last bite of snickers before shoving the wrapper in her jacket pocket. sylvie wonders what will come of this — will she be tracked down? will the blame be placed on that mysterious ethan b. figure she’d fingered the blame on? she hoped so. no offense, ethan b.

“ london’s a good place. well, i guess you probably already know that. when was the last time you stayed? ” acting like talking to an immortal man about the last time he was in london was a normal thing — she doesn’t think she’ll ever see weirder. “ is it much different than, say, fifty years ago? ”

[beaumortal]

                        ❝ no, but i do. not everybody has been as kind as you have. ❞ she reminds him much of nancy; that selfless way of helping somebody she didn't really know (and yet knew everything about.) it conjures a sad smile to form and memories to front. history's repeating once again. ❝ but you remind me of someone. an old friend. i owed her too. ❞

for a brief second, his mind wanders to that night — of nancy's arm around his waist escorting him out and feeling the bitter air of the outside bite his skin for the first time in three years. but he snaps himself back after her question, solidifying himself back to reality and less in his memories. ❝ oh, i haven't lived in london since ninety-forty-five, i suspect it's very different now. maybe i'm overdue a visit... ❞

[beaumortal]

PLOTTED   STARTER;   FEATURING    @worthfuls​

                        ❝   i   hope   you   don’t   mind   the   mess,   i   didn’t   have   time   to   clean   the   place   up   today.   ❞           he   says   as   introduction   to   his   apartment;   his   home   for   now   before   pushing   the   door   open   and   gesturing   for   her   to   enter   first.   it   isn’t   a   mess   as   in,   it’s   dirty   —   no,   more   like   cluttered.   with   every   nook   and   cranny   filled   with   something;   be   it   books,   or   ornaments   or   photographs   behind   frames.

 nervous   chuckles  escapes   him   whilst   he   works   on   removing   his   jacket,   but   his   eyes   remain   focused   on   her.          ❝   i   think   the   music   sheets   are   in   the   back,   i   can   go   grab   them   in   a   minute   if   you   like?   ❞           and   by   mere   instinct,   he   reaches   for   her   coat   to   assist   in   taking  it   off,   but   stops   himself   just   as   fingers   near   her   shoulders.   he   clears   his   throat.           ❝   may   i?   ❞

[beaumortal]

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[gunbasharch]

from @beaumortal: "i’m charming, and you can hotwire your way past security ."

❝ WHY DO YOU GET TO BE THE CHARMING ONE ? i'm charming , too . ❞ sebastian releases a fake huff of frustration , rolling his eyes as he glances at athan behind him . ❝ and you just assume i know how to break into these things . DIDN'T EVEN ASK ME . just assumed i'm the lowly ex-hitman who can bumble his way through a security panel . what makes you so sure i can do this without getting caught ? ❞ he should probably inquire further into why , exactly , athan needs this door unlocked . . . but there's a level of trust here between the two friends that comes with the territory . sebastian peers around , checking for security cameras and other personnel before he approaches the panel on the wall by the locked door . ❝ been a while since i did this , ❞ he admits under his breath . ❝ so don't get pissed at me if — if i mess something up . and god forbid , don't tell mason . ❞ fortunately the box is easy to open , and it takes him just under two minutes to bypass the system . . . NO ALARMS , NO PROBLEMS . the door unlocks with a loud click , and sebastian glances back at his friend . ❝ before we enter the secret door and risk our lives and our freedom , why don't you tell me WHY , exactly , we're doing this ? when i end up in jail tonight , i need to give mason a good reason . ❞

[beaumortal]

                        ❝ because i'm older. that's the argument, isn't it? i'm older, therefore my word is stronger. ❞ he tries to tease back, but he's on such high alert that any remnant of a smirk fades within seconds and he's back to playing lookout. he wouldn't have asked sebastian to do this for him if it wasn't important — but it was. it's so incredibly important and he needs something he can trust, someone he can rely on, someone he knows who can get them in and out. ❝ yes, that's exactly what i assumed. and we aren't going to get caught, because you're going to get us in and out before that can happen. ❞

he's staying optimistic, because if he doesn't, he'll surely flounder in his own pool of anxiety and worry. whilst sebastian works on the panel, athan presses himself against the wall to watch each direction with constant head turns; back and forth, back and forth. ❝ i won't tell mason, if you don't tell alice. deal? ❞ he fears alice's wrath if they were to be discovered over any sort of jail time.

finally the door unlocks and athan feels like he can breath; ready to enter immediately only to be stopped by sebastian and his only natural questions. athan hasn't exactly been completely open and honest with their reasoning for being here. he's not only risking himself, but risking sebastian; he's owed some answers. ❝ inside that room are files i need gone. files about me. files they've had since the seventies... it only takes one person to take a decent enough look at them and i'm done for. ❞ and then they'll take him back there; back to those four cold walls that haunt his nightmares. ❝ is that a good enough reason? please, sebastian. we've gotten this far... ❞