luca cardoso

save my soul for me, because i'm alone, you see.

[g-galvanic]

“Here comes the hardest part.”

ACCEPTING

If he was being honest, this whole process had been drawn-out and difficult. It made sense, of course. The Royal House wasn't just going to let anyone into their family, what with all the security risks that newcomers presented; in fact, he was still surprised that he had made it this far into the selection process.

It was in his lifetime that his family name had gained notoriety, after all. He didn't think that a family that had only recently risen to noble status would be trusted well enough to even be considered.

"Perhaps you're right." It was now that he would have to be considered against others that had been around the crown far longer than the Cardoso name, people far better acquainted with this lifestyle than he was, but that did nothing to dim his determination. "But it is nothing that I am afraid of, Your Highness...no opportunity such as this would present itself to the weak-willed."

Luca lowered his form, dipping into a bow, before speaking once more as he stood straight. "I eagerly await the response from yourself and His Majesty. Thank you for your time, Your Highness."

[g-galvanic]

MUSICAL AESTHETICS (#1)

Rules: Bold what applies to your muse, repost & tag some friends!

HAMILTON

wax seals. writing in ink. that moment when your stomach drops and you realize something horrible is about to happen. a single candle in the dark. heated arguments. ballroom dancing. stacks of paper overflowing a desk. fresh beginnings. the ticking of a clock. loud arguments. hand kisses. the barely-there trace of a word that’s been erased. passive aggressive texts. icy faces and wet cheeks. blood on the ground.  forgiveness. quiet gasps into silence.

FALSETTOS

the tetris music. a pen scraping against paper. dayenu. the muffled sound of crying in your mother’s room. tense silence at the dinner table. a chess board left in the middle of a game. carefully placed decorative pillows. stimming. red hoodies. kisses in the back of a dark bar. baseball. a hand on your thigh. sweaters. prayer shawls. too much champagne. the beeping of hospital instruments. hickeys all over your body. boxes full of old polaroids. fresh flowers on a gravestone.

IN THE HEIGHTS

piragua. flags blowing in the wind. muffled latin music. champagne bottles popping loudly. fireworks. slushies being slurped through a straw. pigeons picking bread-crumps. candles in a blackout. the hottest day of the summer when the air seems to turn liquid. fire-escapes. taxis. dress-shirts and black ties. record scratches. graffiti. streetlights. winning lottery tickets. gossip at the salon. stacks of school books. the sound of a train going by. secrets kept away from the neighbors. coming home at the end of the day.

SPRING AWAKENING

wildflowers. white sundresses. first kisses. clammy hands holding each other. flower crowns. haylofts. tingly feelings all over. goethe. endless darkness. cold hands. silent screams. chalk against a chalkboard. all-nighters. wine yards. too-tight braids. bruises. innocence lost. graveyards. love letters. adults that don’t get it. piano lessons. study dates. phantom touches. whispers that stop when you get close. rolled down knee socks. your dad’s gun.

LEGALLY BLONDE

tiny dogs. red bull. pink. hello kitty. getting cat called. corduroy. leather messenger bags. the sound of high heels against tiles. scented paper. unworn fancy dresses. smeared lipstick. walking up on stage during your graduation. the flow-feeling you get into when studying something you actually care about. the scent of department stores. the tense atmosphere in court rooms. finding unexpected sisterhood.

WAITRESS

the scent of freshly baked pies. flour on your hands. old diners from the 60s that still look the same. southern hospitality. those dreadful minutes after you take a test and have to wait for a result. feeling lonely at night while someone else is asleep right next to you. contorted guitar chords. old recipe books passed down through generations. knowing something is wrong but doing it anyway. nights spent curled up on the couch with true crime shows.

[xherhighness]

PVRIS: WHITE NOISE - SENTENCE STARTERS [3/3].

Lyrics edited slightly to make better sentence starters. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary~. c:

– EYELIDS: “I’ll face my fear of the evening.” “Once I get used to this feeling.” “I can’t sleep.” “You’re torn away from me.” “I feel you leaving.” “I’ll face my fear of the sunrise.” “I’ll wake up with your hand inside of mine.” “It’s hard to say ‘good morning’ when it’s followed with ‘goodbye’.” “Just wanted to say 'good night’.” “I’m not ready to say 'good night.” “I’ll face my fear of the cold nights when you leave me behind.” “I felt your hands in my hair.” “I felt your breath on my neck.” “I need to feel you again.” “I’m trying to hold on tight.” “My eyes are closed.” “I can feel you by my side.” “That’s the hardest part.” “Here comes the hardest part.” “I don’t even know how it happened.” “I hope you’re having sweet dreams.” “Call me when you wake up.”

– MIRRORS: “The lights are too bright.” “I can see clearly.” “Darling, don’t be so shy.” “I’ll see you at midnight.” “You make my world spin.” “I’ll wait to see you again.” “Your dead eyes before mine, the way they’re missing their whites, yeah they’re just right.” “They’re just right.” “I know you’re dead inside, and that’s what I like.” “It’s just mine.” “I know you’re dead inside, but you make me feel alive.” “You make me feel alive.”

– GHOSTS: “I swear that I’ll be fine.” “It’s my head not my heart that’s strayed.” “I’m sorry I keep pushing you away.” “I don’t wanna fight.” “But those words sink into my skin.” “I’ve grown sick of this fight so frequent.” “Then I’ll push you away.” “Why can’t you stay?” “I’m up against these things I can’t see.” “They don’t compare.” “Make me believe.”

– LET THEM IN: “You’re a fire burning up in my brain.” “You can’t be tamed for me.” “You struck a match and left me to burn.” “It doesn’t feel right.” “The weight of your world’s on my spine.” “You’ve had me going out of my mind.” “I wanna feel something.” “The touch of your breath on my neck.” “All the walls are caving in.” “I feel you entering.” “I shouldn’t give in.” “I let you win.” “I let you in.” “I won’t let you in.”

[scumdeath]

[g-galvanic]

hisuixfiore:

It was in situations like these when her brother would excel far better than she did, but Hisui had long since come to terms with the fact that this was something she would have to face for herself.

She never had been good at concealing her true emotions, especially when it came to matters of the heart, which is what made this situation ten times as stressful for the younger Fiore sibling. Sat across from a man she barely knew beyond polite conversation, knowing he was one of very few men being considered for her hand in marriage, was agonisingly nerve-wracking.

     “ I am…well. ”  The girl who was normally so full of colour and personality had paled and reclined into herself, peridot hues eyeing him with caution as her hands toyed with the fabric of her extravagant dress.  “ I…trust that you are well too? ”

The poor girl was anything but her usual self, from what little he actually knew about her, and a feeling of guilt crept its way into the pit of Luca’s stomach. His emotions struggled to reach the surface even when he wanted them to, so it was natural that a look of sympathy wasn't what emerged, but the Cardosa heir could hope that a gentle smile would reassure her some.

"Yes, I'm well. Thank you, Your Highness." Slowly, he brought a glass of water to his lips, averting his gaze away from the Princess momentarily. His drink was followed by a sigh of satisfaction, the glass set down gently as he found her eyes again. "I expect this is quite a difficult thing to go through...just know that I'm no one you need to fear, regardless of the outcome of today. You have my full support in everything."

[g-galvanic]

~

[g-galvanic]

…though, after slandering Luca, it’s worth noting he’s probably up there with Aidan for being one of my most respectful muses when it comes to intimacy…

[g-galvanic]

@hisuixfiore said: hisui: 👀

Oh look! It's the common denominator~

[g-galvanic]

The fact that I write Sting Eucliffe and he's not the biggest pervert from my bunch of muses? Quite impressive, but also very concerning.

[cfmusings-blog]

                      i’m hard to love & hard to hold onto. 

[emilyxxh]

Reece King-dean martindale

@deanmartindale *don’t remove my caption*

[prettyvixenavenue]

[g-galvanic]

Still not 100% on the current face claim, but it's as close to my mental image of Luca as I've gotten so far.

[faheyys]

reece king by bartek szmigulski (@bartszmigulski)  

[g-galvanic]

@hisuixfiore  (STARTER CALL!)

He's immensely nervous; still in a state of shock that he'd even come close to being considered a legitimate suitor for the country's Princess, let alone progressing to official talks on the matter with the reigning monarch.

Luca didn't show it, of course, as he remained seated across from his potential bride-to-be, who was quite evidently nervous. It was then that he felt some empathy for the girl, not wanting to imagine how she must feel about this whole arrangement.

"It's nice to see you, as always, your highness." His voice was as steady as his composure, pale blue eyes softening as they met with hers. They'd been spared a short while of almost-private conversation prior to any further discussion on the matter at hand, with two chaperones a short way across the room, just out of earshot. "I hope that you are well."

[g-galvanic]

@deceitfulheart​ (STARTER CALL!)

It wasn't often that Ead left his private lounge in favour of Fortune's main gambling hall, but the presence of another deity that wasn't one of his siblings called for...additional hospitality.

Her face wasn't an unfamiliar one. She was not only a member of the divine community, but a fellow citizen of Vegas, too.

"VIP passes are on the house for the Gods, Xavia." Piercing blue eyes sought out contact with hers, his curiosity towards her being here quite obvious as he regarded her. He knew she turned a profit on the lacking-intelligence of the many mortals that flocked to Vegas, but he had to wonder what, exactly, she was doing here. "You're welcome to join me in the lounge, if you'd like, unless you have other plans for the evening."

[g-galvanic]

It's sad that Luca is one of Hisui's 'better' potential husbands...