a monument to all your sins @houseverdun - Tumblr Blog

@pariahloki we know who’s who here.

This wall won't hold forever, Your time has come it's now or never. We made our beds to lie in them proud, proud of our great mistakes! This warring knife, the flash of this blade, turn about-face! I implore you, brother, Don't walk away... don't walk away from me! 'cause this is our war! One by one, We are together! We fall together!

@rukaelf

#house verdun #aldessa #corbin #domino the destitute

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Commission for @pariahloki !

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The Verdun siblings sends their regards. @rukaelf

krivvis

“Who Is in Your Heart Now”

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(For what it’s worth, here’s a message from Corbin from the same band.)

@enambris @derelict-ravn @rukaelf

And the side of Corbin that @aedida has never seen.

A message to you all from Crow.

@enambris @derelict-ravn @aedida @rukaelf

#howbadcoulditbe #araris #corbin #house verdun

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Five gifs to describe Corbin Verdun

Because @derelict-ravn just haaad to drag me back onto Tumblr.

Tagged By: @derelict-ravn

Tagging: @aedida @bhelni

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, February 1935, featured in “Letters,” (x)

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YOU’RE A MONSTER! YES. PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME THAT.

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@pariahloki

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https://www.pinterest.com/pin/707628160171134143/

enambris

@araris-vairoy Hey look it’s Leaderbitch and Shitelf.

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https://www.pinterest.com/pin/707628160171134143/

enambris

@araris-vairoy Hey look it’s Leaderbitch and Shitelf.

The stains on your hands have intrigued Us, the whispers that follow you have made Us curious. Is it a sickness or the cure? Would you lay down your killing blade in the name of peace or would you happily watch the world burn? Let Us see you. Let Us know you before the end.

It wasn’t uncommon, hearing things in the dark of the Shroud. The wind routinely tore through trees and brush, all around the darkened lavish estate, the Lord’s monument to all his sins. In any direction from the foreboding exterior were any number of watchers, brought on in both paranoia and of necessity, and none got close. Certain not close enough to force audience with the eponymous Lord of House Verdun.

However…

Corbin “Araris Vairoy” Verdun looked up from his desk, the candlelight making shadows dance across the walls of his study. The words were clear, concise, pointed. Yet there was no one to speak them. A hand raised, willing the shadows playing along the walls to cease their dancing. Darkness, it seemed, was accustomed to his will. Seeing nothing unusual, he returned to his journaling, but spoke a reply all the same.

“I have heard of you. The ones whispering in the dark. I have even seen one of your converts in the flesh. I do believe it is high time we spoke…”

He set down a quill and leaned back, eyes sharp and seeking even the most subtle of changes to his environment.

“Tell me. How do you feel about going on walks?…”