diˈnīəl

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙔   &   𝙍𝙐𝙈 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃   𝙊𝙉   𝙈𝙔   𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄

[persephonememes]

* (  FLEABAG /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ Last night was incredible. ❜

❛ What are you doing!? ❜

❛ Don’t say anything. ❜

❛ I’ve really tried to be there for you through this. ❜

❛ You’re almost late. ❜

❛ You look tired. ❜

❛ Can I get you anything? ❜

❛ We broke up. ❜

❛ Thanks for the vote of confidence. ❜

❛ When are you going to stop bringing that up? ❜

❛ Nothing is ever going to be good enough. ❜

❛ I need new sexy pants. ❜

❛ Have you found anything? ❜

❛ We are bad feminists. ❜

❛ I want my top back. ❜

❛ Well it was terrifying! Never do it again. ❜

❛ Do you want to go for a drink? ❜

❛ What’s your problem? ❜

❛ I just… I like you. ❜

❛ Are you ok? ❜

❛ You need me to get you something to wear? ❜

❛ This is totally fine. ❜

❛ What’s going on? ❜

❛ Oh, I’m absolutely fine! ❜

❛ It’s almost two o’clock in the morning. ❜

❛ I’m going to call you a cab. ❜

❛ To be fair. She’s not an evil stepmother. ❜

❛ I thought that must have been you. ❜

❛ Everything alright? ❜

❛ Just thought I’d swing by. ❜

❛ I know it’s not really my place. But - are you ok? ❜

❛ Everyone’s been worried about you. ❜

❛ Tits don’t get you anywhere these days. ❜

❛ Take care of yourself. ❜

❛ You really do look ghastly darling. ❜

❛ Can I do anything? ❜

❛ This is a love story. ❜

❛ You’ve done everything. And you feel great. ❜

❛ May these be the worst of our days! ❜

❛ You look well, where have you been? ❜

❛ Boots, lovely there this time of year. ❜

❛ Well you look fantastic. ❜

❛ Love the Catholics. You can get away with anything. ❜

❛ Oh no have I disappointed you? ❜

❛ I’ll have a tequila! ❜

❛ You do look tired. ❜

❛ My parents were alcoholics! ❜

❛ Well, it’s um - cold and beautiful and dark. ❜

❛ It’s a lot of pressure, but I love it. ❜

❛ Fuck you, then. ❜

❛ Did you have a cigarette? ❜

❛ Were your parents successful? ❜

❛ My parents were very successful alcoholics. ❜

❛ Is everything ok? ❜

❛ You know I’ve always been very suspicious of religion. ❜

❛ Well I guess I’m just really fucking lonely! ❜

❛ Are we going to have a fight? ❜

❛ You look… strong. ❜

❛ I’m so intrigued to see how you’re going to make this whole evening about you. ❜

❛ I just take all the negative feelings and just bottle them and bury them. And they never come out. ❜

❛ It takes real commitment to be this happy. ❜

❛ You’re being so quiet. ❜

❛ Why aren’t you saying anything?! ❜

❛ What do you want me to say? ❜

❛ Your sister is finally a good influence on you! ❜

❛ Oh for fuck’s sake, stop it! ❜

❛ No, come on what’s happened. ❜

❛ You should go to the hospital. ❜

❛ I’ll just deal with this in my own insane, irrational, anal way if that’s ok. ❜

❛ I got your stuff. You ok? ❜

❛ If you ever need someone. To talk to or uh - I’ll be there. ❜

❛ I’m always… there. ❜

[diniel]

*places a gentle kiss against his cheek* ' maybe i missed you a little. ' uwu

maybe i missed you a lot :’o 

[diniel]

Grace says uwu! U have her back tmrw. Ily

w-waifu ? 🥺

[weltenwellen]

Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

[diniel]

wtrss‌ ｡

@diniel    *   short starter

 SHE  HAS  A  SOFT  SPOT    for  the  regulars .   familiar  faces  in  a  blur  of  suits  and  pathetic  pick  up  lines !  she  smiles  through  all  the   SWEETHEARTS   and   SUGARS  ,  wrinkles  her  nose  just  a  little  at  the    SWEET  THINGS  -   eventually  it  becomes  nothing  but  noise  …   only  allows  herself  to  sigh  a  bit  when  she’s  at  his  table -   first  time  she  doesn’t  fake  the  smile,  doesn’t  force  her  voice  to  be  a  good  octave  higher.   ❝  joe  got  a  new  bourbon -   some  indie  label  from  kentucky -     you  wanna  try ?  ❞      

HE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR PAIGE  .           never would he dare to say it out loud  ,   of course  .          god knows  ,      the last thing the world needs to know is that daniel le domas does have a heart after all  .          a human among the cruel creatures he calls his family                 not that he doesn’t consider himself part of them  .           ignorance comes with wealth  ,     but daniel is lucid enough to recognise how awful it truly makes them  .         still  ,  he feels for the young girl  ;     faking smiles as she moves from table to table  ,     the same spiel every time     (  until it’s him  )  .            ❝     have i ever said no to a new bourbon ?     ❞          he replies with an almost playful smile  ,     genuine but tired around the edges  .

[diniel]

ccrrupticn ｡

      LOVE IS SUCH A POWERFUL WORD    –    he’s in love , right ?    that’s why he proposed , digging her a grave to the worst family in existence.    no , of course he loves her ; she’s made him better , she’s made him kinder , she’s ripped him from the pure chaos that is his family.    features brighten , nodding as he takes a sip of the drink he’s conjured up from the liquor cabinet.    the only person he’s missed from his fucked up kinfolk    –    daniel.    ❛    yeah … i do.    i mean    –    she’s beautiful , she’s smart    –    honestly , i don’t know why she said yes.    ❜    the glass is passed.    ❛    she makes me happy.    ❜

AND IF THIS ISN’T WHAT DANIEL WANTS  ,          for his little brother to find happiness after spending so much time in a place that drains all good out of life  .         there is no doubt this girl  ,  grace  ,  is lifting alex’s spirits  .          a light in the dark  .          an ironic counterpart to the family with an even more ironic name to emphasise it  .             ❝     well  ,  that’s wonderful                  i’m happy for you  .      ❞           earnest words come with the hint of a grimace peeking through perfected mask  ,      an all too familiar feeling spreading through his body  .          (  happiness never lasts  )           ❝     although  . . .      she clearly must have some issues to fall    for a loser like you  .     ❞

[diniel]

daniel really is just the douchey older brother who kept wrestling and bullying alex and flicking emilie’s ear or hiding her stuff nonstop

[johnnyssilverhand]

Well, this was fun. What’ya say we uh, divvy up the wedding gifts at brunch tomorrow?

Adam Brody as Daniel Le Domas in Ready or Not (2019)

[diniel]

rosy cheeksies and nosy

[wordsnquotes]

— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.

Clarice Lispector,  The Hour Of The Star (via alittlebitoflace)

[diniel]

❛ You have to live. ❜

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN  ?         daniel wants to ask  ,     but he cannot speak in the dream  .         there is something sad about the voice coming from the vast nothingness he finds himself in  ,     floating and merely existing in a dark space  ,    the where and when of no importance .         it is a pleading request  ,     a prayer  ,     and he feels the odd sensation of amusement in his core  ;     that bitter irony tugging at him to not let him forget  .         forget what  ?         the dream is strange  .         you have to live  .        how is he meant to do that  ?         if only they could tell him where he is and how to speak to them  ,     his lips seem glued shut  ,     body too heavy when it was just floating  .         something is off  .         something isn’t right  .         how did i get here  ?

there  ,  a light coming closer  .         it’s death  !         daniel thinks with what appears to be an unsettling mixture of relief and hysteria  .         i’m dying  !         something heavy presses down on him  ,     makes it hard to breathe                 perhaps he has held his breath all that time already  .         you have to live  .         what was once but a little speck in the distance  ,     is now engulfing him whole  .         a wave of light pulling at his arms and legs  ,     and when he finally opens his eyes  ,     the blinding brightness of white walls causing him to wince and squint  ,     he wonders briefly if this is heaven  .         then  ,  a figure comes into focus  ,     blurry vision slowly revealing unexpected ghost  .         he feels like blood should stop him from drawing in a breath  ,     (  he remembers drowning drowning drowning  )     chapped lips barely moving as hoarse voice manages one frail sound  .

                               ❝     grace  .     ❞

⠀                           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀         @playbride​​​​​​ ｡

[adrasteiax]

I was lonely and full of longing.

Elizabeth Kostova, from The Historian (via anchxrheart)

[diniel]

caninherit· ｡

“a lot of people call me lucky, you know."    (  @diniel·  )

                       The     bitterness      in      his      voice      is      not     even      concealed      in      a      bare      minimum      (     not      even      attempted      –      it’s      raw     and      deep      and      real      ),     and      Marta      realizes,      it      pierces      right     through      her      chest,      brings      out      a      dull     ache      to      her      bones      she      cannot     explain.      Perhaps      Daniel      has      that      quality,    one      she      had      never      noticed      –      making     you      feel      his      suffering.      Making     you      feel      it      to      your      very      core,     because      in      his      eyes,      almost      lifeless     and      darkened,      you      can      see      just      how     much      he’s      struggling      to      just      wake      up.     Wake      up      and      go,      wake      up      and     live      –      and      the      aching      grows     stronger,      and      Marta      wonders      if      he’s     felt      like      that      for      too      long      (     it      must      be      unbearable.      She      cannot     fathom      the      notion      of      ever      enduring      such     a      burden      ).

                       Some     call      me      lucky      –      people      will     call      anyone      with      money      fortunate.      They     call      her      fortunate      (      they      also     call      her      many      a      nasty      name,      but     that’s      not      something      to      ponder      right     now      ),      they      call      her      current      life     idle      and      perfect      just      because,      one     day,      she      befriended      ‘the      right      kind     of      person      at      the      right      kind      of     time’      –      as      if      Mr.      Thrombey     had      been      just      a      means      to      an      end.     Marta      used      to      be      naive,      and     she      wonders,      if      she      spends      too      much     time      around      the      world      of      luxuries      and    wealth      –      will      she      someday      be     as      numb      as      Daniel      Le      Domas?

                 The     silence      around      them      is      heavy      –     dense;      it      chokes      her      throat,      makes      the    constriction      on      her      chest      become     stronger.      And      so      she      hugs      him      (     God,      when      was      the      last      time      this     man      had      a      genuine      display      of     affection?      ),      arms      wrapped      around     his      torso,      face      buried      against      his     chest.      There      are      no      words      at      first;     no      need      for      them,      actions      speak     louder      than      endless      excuses.      Hold      on     Daniel      tightens,      a      light      squeeze      given     to      what      feels      like      an      all      too     fragile      frame      (      unhealthy      and      weathered     ),      and      she      mumbles,      “      you’re     alive,      right?      that      …      that’s      enough     to      qualify      as      very,      very      lucky,     I      think.      please,      promise      me      you     won’t      be      stupid      enough      to      waste      that    …      okay?      ”

DON’T YOU GET HOW LUCKY YOU ARE  ?         he’s ungrateful and ignorant  ,     selfish and full of arrogance  ;     undeserving of the life in golden rain whilst others starve to death on the streets with their children crying in pain  .         he didn’t have to work himself to the bone to get to where he is  ,     just pure luck as he happened to be born a le domas  .         you’re so lucky and yet all you do is complain  .         this is what it looks like to the outside world  ,     and perhaps they are right about him and his miserable attitude                 maybe he should simply get over   the horrors this life has thrown at him  .         maybe the ghosts haunting him are what he deserves  .

daniel certainly doesn’t deserve marta’s concern  ,     that kind sadness clouding her eyes when his words hit her with their heavy bitterness  .         why they even creep to the surface remains a mystery to him as well  ,     he prefers to bury those emotions six feet under ground                   but apparently it has been raining and the corpses brought back to daylight are even uglier than he remembers  .         still  ,  he doesn’t like the way she looks at him  ,     how she feels bad when this is his doing  ,     his burden to carry  .         don’t you see how lucky i am  ?          all that money  ,     all that fortune  ;     a big mansion in the countryside and a modern condo in the city  .         he is wasteful whilst she is charitable  ,     a goodhearted person surrounded by an ocean of cruel monsters  .         daniel thinks how easy it would be to drag her down  ,     to ruin that kindness she has for him and drive her away  .         the unsettling thought often crosses his mind and digs its claws painfully deep into his skin  ,     causing him to ache with the desire to pull away  .         he doesn’t want to corrupt her  .

not when her arms are suddenly around him  ,     face buried in his chest as if fearing he might vanish into thin air if she doesn’t cling to his frame  .         he feels himself falter  ,     dangerously fast giving in to the unfamiliar embrace  ,     the gentle touch and warmth of another human being  .          not a ghost  ,    not the draining cold he appears to live with every day although he suddenly feels exhausted  ;     his eyes shut as arms slowly find their place around marta’s waist  .         tentative  ,  cautious  .         bear with him  ,     he isn’t used to affection  .         ❝     that’s the problem i’m afraid  .     ❞         he says quietly after another moment of suffocating silence  ,     heart pounding in his chest  .          ❝     i don’t like to make promises  . . .     ❞

[andriles]

the le domas chronicles :     a study on feeling blue .

[heartshop]

Anna Akhmatova, Selected Poems

[diniel]

ellen i love u so :pleading face: :pleading face:

RIO i love U so 🥺🥺

[diniel]

hi ellen i love u and hello daniel pls eat a meal today

hi annie i love u and hello nettie pls be cosy and soft today