devoтed.

❝ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸- 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.❞ INDIE Leeman Vol of Clive Barker's Abarat. SELECTIVE & PRIVATE. Mutuals only.

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Sorry for the sudden absence! Maybe, mini-hiatus?  

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    “ Poor Leeman. He shouldn’t have to get his clothing from the garbage. 

       Oh. Oh. Maybe he likes it because it attracts flies. “

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Hi my name is Leeman Vol and I have wiry black hair that reaches my scalp and jaundiced yellow and red eyes like pools of blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Jeff Goldblum (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to The Princess Breath but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have ashen grey skin. I'm also a entomologist, and I am a consultant and servant to the Carrions in Gorgossium where I'm working in the 13th Tower. (I'm 32). I'm a grunge hipster (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly burlap brown and black cotton. I love the dumpster and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black shirt with brass buttons down the chest) and tattered trousers , sharpened teeth and pointed toe boots. I was wearing my hundreds of insect children. I was walking outside the shoreline. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of royals stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Leeman Vol!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Princess Boa !

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@lanternlighting when vol attends special occasions or just wants to feel pretty

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This is news to Boa. She herself had no qualms about using her subjects on whims,but to do so this boldly— it would not be good for one’s public image. 

          Did men ever think before they acted? No

❝I’m not sorry. ❞  She hisses suddenly,kind facade shattering beneath the force of her face.  ❝I’ll talk to whomever I wish and Christopher will deal with that fact or cease to speak with me. ❞

      She crosses her arms,the very picture of a petulant child.

❝I’ll protect you. ❞ She decides, ❝We’ll spite him together. ❞

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   Boa was transmogrified before Leeman’s risen eye. A facsimile of what he knew. The most stunning of replicates; slender bones and adorned ears. Glistering crescent eyes, now thrice as cold as any moon. Her mouth, now TWISTED. Not pinched as a bud. A scarlet womb and Boa, the WASP that lay within it. He could almost laugh. ( O’ yes, My Lord. Court this viper with balladry and oils. )

     ❝Is that you’ve been doing, on your own. SPITING CHRISTOPHER CARRION?❞

   Such nectar were those words upon his own many ragged lips, that hissed only whispers of such mad notions. Spite Christopher Carrion. ( ˢᵗᵒᵐᵖ ᵒᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ˒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰˑ ᴿᶤᵖ ʰᶤˢ ᶰᵒˢᵗʳᶤˡˢ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ʷᵒᵘᶰᵈˢᵎᵎ ) Vol shivered, in a garden of afternoon. Where ladybugs whistled and termites paraded the necks of trees. Half his own had fled to make merry until their keeper departed such an Eden.

     ❝Am I too believe you’re not TOYING with me as well, is that it.❞

[fuckyeahjcj]

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Any headcanons on what Vol did/reacted to hear that Carrion was dead? (and assuming Vol is still alive, how he could have reacted to Carrion coming back to life)

   After an initial bout of shock — he’s overcome with HAPPINESS & RELIEF. But it takes a little while for him to really really process and accept Carrion’s death. Carrion, as Vol’s abuser, has become very embedded into Vol’s psyche. It’s surreal that his wild fantasies of being free are now the reality. So strange that he can actually LEAVE GORGOSSIUM FOR GOOD.  

   Unfortunately, he doesn’t have enough time in between Carrion’s death and Carrion’s revival to make much headway in the healing process.

    Carrion’s revival wouldn’t affect him as strongly. Only because Vol, having been in the know about the Absolute Midnight since the excursion to Xuxux, is too preoccupied with survival.  VOL PRAYS FOR A SECOND DEATH FOR CARRION, BUT IT IS A VERY DOUBTFUL PRAYER. 

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mothurs.

we all have that one person who just ruins your day by being alive 

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Leeman Vol has three mouths but only one diaphragm (presumably). If he got a case of the hiccups, would he only hiccup with one mouth? Would it be all three at once? Would it alternate randomly so he’s never sure which mouth it’s about to come out of? How does this man live his life in such a unique personal hell?

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I.I Know Places by Taylor Swift ( Baby, I know places we won’t be found. ) // II.Take me To Church by Hozier ( My church offers no absolutes,she tells me ‘worship in the bedroom. ) // III.Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift ( I said “No one has to know what we do,"His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. ) // IV.Casual Affair by Panic! At the Disco ( Take any moment, any time.A lover on the left.A sinner on the right. ) // V.Say no To This by Lin-Manuel Miranda ( She turned red,she led me to her bed,let her legs spread,and said “Stay”.) // VI.Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys ( I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.How many secrets can you keep? )

@fcther

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Gently places his spindly hand upon his servant's cheek; a comforting motion for a mere second.

   SHRINKS — having anticipated a SLAP. A pinch. A raking of his sallow cheeks with the Prince’s razor nails and voluminous jewels. 

[sexemulators]

When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.

Steve Maraboli (via quotethatword)

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02.    Vol always had a DISTASTE for life on 2 o’clock in the morning. He was an incredible outlier, and seldom ever struck by the euphoria-inducing, but often deadly, lightning. And took no delight that living was ongoing GAMBLE. The storms caused him great anxiety. And one particularly nasty strike as a tot spoiled his appetite for lightning of all sorts. Of any Isle. Abarat or Hereafter. Even on the rare occasion that he was struck — little Leeman would crawl into a ball and shake and shake until its effects were gone. 

    Most Idjitites die from the lightning. Vol’s FATHER died of consumption, midway through his son’s 15th year. And his MOTHER, in her grief scaled a mighty cliff. And stood with her arms outstretched for a day and a night waiting for the lightning to strike. It was never known if she meant to be struck into euphoria to escape her heartache, commit suicide, or if she had placed her fate in the skies. 

    When she returned that night, having been struck but not killed, Leeman refused to SPEAK to her. He seldom ever spoke to her again. Until he left for Gorgossium at age 17. 

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Islands of the Abarat (3/25) ↳ Idjit (2 AM)

The same northerly advance also encompassed Idjit, where that island’s incessant lightning storms became even more violent, stirred up by the blinding of the heavens.

“Idjit is an island that encourages excesses, a kind of happy foolishness… It shares with neighboring Gorgossium a spiky, barren topography, and storms rage perpetually about the landscape. It has been calculated that a visitor to Idjit is more likely to be struck by lightning than a man on the Roosts of Efreet is to be hit by bird excrement. I can personally testify to this. I have been struck three times while climbing the heights of the island. The experience is quite refreshing, akin to taking a plunge in icy water. Yes, it certainly takes the breath away. But when it’s over, one is left either dead or invigorated.” –[Klepp’s Almanac]

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❝ I TOLD YOU NOT TO.  I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO! BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN! YOU NEVER, EVER LISTEN TO ME! NO ONE LISTENS TO ME, BUT IT’S YOU ESPECIALLY! 

                      YOU! 

                             LEEMAN VOL! ❞

In fleeting, desperate moments, his limbs became a  black smear  in the red fog.  It looked like his arms, so thin and bone-like, were tangled with one another as he reached again, this time higher, to grasp upon his shoulders.  The unwelcome presence of a centipede crawls itself over the Prince’s hand.   REPULSIVE, REPULSIVE,   that’s what he ALWAYS was.

And yet, they dare call HIM pathetic?

Listen. Listen. Listen to the CRIES from THREE MOUTHS AT ONCE.  A heart-wrenching sound, if the Prince had any kindness left to spare.

❝ I HATE–

       I HATE—-

          I HATE——-

             THESE STUPID, UGLY, LITTLE BUGS!  YOU LEAVE THEM EVERYWHERE! ❞    A rapid shake, the maggots and eggs and ants and spiders from Leeman’s nest of a head sent sprawling off, down below. Carrion had clenched Leeman inbetween his hands, grinning widely even as he shrieked:  ❝  YOU NEVER LISTEN! YOUR APOLOGIES AREN’T WORTH ANYTHING TO ME! I’VE TOLD YOU TO  STOP! LEAVING NESTS! IN THE LIBRARY!  THAT’S WHERE I READ, I STUDY, I DON’T WANT YOUR UGLY, DISGUSTING, LOWLY “CHILDREN” DINING ON MY TEXTS! ❞

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   THE CROSSES DANCED FASTER.     ‘Round and ‘round Carrion’s brow, in a great circle of fire.           (—AND I HATE -YOU- LORD. O’ HOW I HATE YOU.)

     ❝My Lord I am SORRY. I am not their master; I am their FATHER. I am not aware of them at all times. They have their freedoms. B-b-but NOT IN YOUR HOUSE, I UNDERSTAND. I will reprimand them! Instruct them!❞

  ( Leeman Vol knows all his children. And their children, and their children’s children.)

   His knees buckle, he SHRINKS in his Master’s hold. Broken from the inside out. Pride dying like a moth in Carrion’s fingers. Wings ripped slowly, wrenched from its shuddering form. Feeble arms fluttering, as Vol grabs mindlessly at sable robes. REDUCED — a pride-less creature, a hopeless creature. Effusing the stench of sweat and the urine that freshly darkens his trousers.

  ( He remembers when each of them were born.)

     He weeps, desperate to receive the Prince’s rage solely: ❝I am so SORRY. I am so STUPID! A STUPID STUPID MAN. An ugly worthless pathetic man! Hardly a man...❞

  ( And never forgets the moments they die. )