chymoi

established may 2014 a physiological explanation of health, disease, and behavior, asserting that the relative proportions of four elemental bodily fluids or humors determine a person’’’s physical and mental constitution. |

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Leighton Meester and Ben Barnes - By The Gun Still [x]

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S.L.

[vikander]

The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby (2014)

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Send "Will you be quiet now?" For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them

[hvmoral]

i have to go out with my mother unfortunately

[citythatistocome]

If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.

Clementine von Radics (via citythatistocome)

[ben-barness]

[avarouse-deactivated20150305]

           emotionally constipated ; what other word is there to describe the feeling they are receiving from their so said HUSBAND ? perhaps, in any other circumstances, with any other person … they would’ve felt the urge the make fun of it. tease & laugh. speak up about just how not only strange but absolutely ridiculous it seems to them. but no such thing is expressed, not aloud, at least. for dark hues are too focused on staring at the other’s, ever so interested in analyzing any possible emotion to try & hide behind them … although, at the moment, they aren’t exactly sure why ———— an attempt to read caelix like they used to, back in the time. to see if, after all this time, they can still do so … because, if that’s so, if they still know him well enough …                                                     perhaps there’s hope.              ❛ i’m quite alive, in case ye haven’t noticed. ❜       the thought is shoved off quickly ; the possibility of an outcome in which the both of them fix their issues & end up, as a matter of fact, back together seemingly impossible, for the time being. however much of a pessimist thought, they can’t help but think that, mayhaps, it’s not WORTH the effort. hadn’t   ( vegas )  happened, would they have managed to stay together, either way? —  hadn’t any of it happened, the wedding & it’s unfortunate ending, what is there to assure they that things would’ve been alright between them? that they wouldn’t have ended up KILLING each other out for real, at some point?                                                  ❛ gotta play by this world’s rules, if                                                  ye gonna survive here. ❜

[hvmoral]

       a laugh, a very loud one that can be considered a scoff-gasp hybrid. who wouldv'e thought that the demon could still rile him up ? but -- here they were ! caelix's facial features contorting to show the confusion. "how ironic. did dying make you lose your head? because the mammon i remember didn't believe in the importance of rules— was willing to bend them to their break point if it meant getting his way. guess that death does have a way of weakening the creatures it takes to quench it's appetite."

       maybe they would've both died had vegas not been the end of the line. maybe in the future they would've divorced on worse terms than this. maybe one would've eaten the other for dinner in the long run. but there's no room for a life of what if's in caelix's heart and mind because it's become a life full of what actually happened. a marriage and a death all in one night. how do you make the choleric essence weep? leave nothing but ashes in your wake. how do you make the humour that always has a plan, has an unbreakable character and unwavering ambition completely succumb to the desire to die? how does that happen?

      fall in love with a demon.        have him fall in love with you.        marry him.        watch him die.        watch him come back but not pull        you back to his side.       

[hvmoral]

( slouthe !

   FUCKIN' EXASPERATED.      it had taken plenty of time for the     choleric to get back in the game, control     the bouts of melancholy that invaded and      corrupted him. fuckin magara and her stupid     essence. sadness did not become him nor did      it suit him. 

    and after all that trouble to get himself back up,      Maverick shows up again and send him tumbling down     a hill like caelix was sisyphus' rock. how pathetic.     now to add salt to the wound they've found themselves face to face     with someone who smells like the prince of greed. and by     intuition he can tell that the creature is a strong one, probably     another one of the princes of hell. 

    fuckin'. exasperated.

     "so— should i know who you are?" mav's ring hangs        from their neck. they quickly move it behind their         shirt. hopefully the other didn't catch what it was before        it disappeared behind clothing.  

[hvmoral]

( stitchup !

   they're waiting for someone, drinking coffee    out of their pink thermos. it was a present, but    pink wasn't really mag's color. they notice you    looking quite loss. mag can relate so they do     the first thing that comes to mind.

 "hey— miss? do you like coffee? i don't    mind sharin with you if you do. plus it's    cold so it'll warm you up."

[hvmoral]

ravarouse:

         a little smirk spreads across their features ; index finger finally kept for themselves … but only once a true reply is finally offered ( & taken ). body leaning softly forwards, they simply seem to observe the other for a little while.                        ❛ yer acting like i’ve never seen a DICK before, mate. ❜     a soft chuckle joins the words, although, in this particular vessel, it sounds much rougher than it should. animal, even.      ❛ ‘re ye fine? ye seem pretty. depressed. or some shite. ❜

    mag's body stills, their head being the only thing to turn so that they could look at mav as they spoke. "i don't have a problem with you seeing my penis. here, want a better look? or maybe you want to join me? there's plenty of room and you can wash my hair" a slight roll of the eye, a small laugh— perhaps the invitation is not a complete joke. the melancholic looks away and shrugs some.

     "eh. i don't know. i think i have a craving. you should maybe get me some ice cream." while mav's voice was animalistic, magara's voice contrasted in that, in this form, it was deeper and quiet. one that could put you to sleep if they said something beautiful. almost like a hymn.

[hvmoral]

if karmic balance exists then, since mav and mag are best friends, caelix has to become close to someone related to mav. 

[hvmoral]

i just went through the three blogs for the humours that cane before this one to find posts to reblog so imma set up a queue so as to not spam the dash

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