C H A I N L E S S;

[vulneratii]

           There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force SO fearful in its potentialities,           so absolutely terrifying, that even MAN, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict                                 torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.

[thepharaoh-enkil]

Violet gently pokes his cheek and whispers, "Are you awake or go night night like everyone else?"

“I’m here, little one.” Enkil would mutter, though the Pharaoh would remain still. “You shouldn’t approach unmoving immortals, Violet darling. It isn’t safe.”

[liittlemayfair]

"I am not afraid. I know you will not hurt me if I disturb you." She moves to lay back beside him with her hands neatly laying across her stomach. "Sorry, I woke you." She whispers softly.

[liittlemayfair]

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝕯𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙:

He sighed in annoyance. “Of course she’s not here. She’s never here when I need to talk to her about something.” 

What could really be more important than meeting with him, the beautiful Lestat de Lioncourt? But no matter, he would wait for her to return.

     She listened to the annoyance in his voice. No wonder he was called the ‘Brat Prince’. Violet uses her hands to push herself forward off the couch to stand onto her feet, then turn to face him completely - her brown eyes meeting his silver-blues. “Are you in life threatening danger, Mr. Lestat?” She kindly questions.

[poltergexst]

                                       “Above all, love each other deeply, because love                                             covers over a multitude of sins.” - I Peter 4:8

                                                                CHYNA HAUGHTON

[sgtbarnacle-archive-blog]

Send me ♆ for your character walking in on mine crying.

[notfoul-blog]

                                    no man is an island, not even thomas barrow

[liittlemayfair]

𝕬 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓:

                    The spring sun had drawn the staff out onto lawn during their lunch, far out of sight of the Crawley’s, the welcome change from the darkened hall had placed the under butler in good spirits. Left alone upon the blanket for a moment, whilst Mrs Patmore and Daisy finish the last treats they’d prepared for the staff’s first picnic of the season, Thomas would take advantage of the rare sun on his face. He wouldn’t regret his choice of clothing, although thick they retained the gentle heat comfortably; it was perhaps the nicest day of the year so far, and Mr Carson had been oddly nice enough to give them a break from the confinements of the house.

                     His attention would divert from the sky upon hearing a rustle in the grass, to a small child that did not belong to anyone he knew. Smiling, he offered a small wave to the girl. “Hello !”

  Hearing a male voice flow through the air makes the child turn her head to look upon that direction to see an elder male sitting on a blanket among the grass. She stands up straight and gives a gentle smile followed by a wave of her hand,

       “Hello!” She says in return, “I really like your flowers! They are beautiful!” Her voice was loud and high so she could be heard by him. She begins to move towards him, small feet moving along thick and well kept grass - looking down she makes proper sure her dress does now get caught underneath her feet. Violet still had a little bit of growing to do for this particular choice of attire. She stops in front of him with a sweet smile, “Is this your house, Sir?”

[liittlemayfair]

@immortal-gentleman continued from (x)

      Once she was settled into his lap, she curled into him and hid her face from him and the world around them. The child felt awful, she could understand a vampires reason for killing. She had none. Violet felt like a horrible human being; well, if a human is even what she’s even called. She comes to look up at him with a tear stained face and puffy red eyes, “He is still out there in the grass, David. I do not know what to do! I am such a bad person. I’m so bad! Momma is going to be so very, very mad at me and so will Aunt Merrick. I’m scared.” Her bottom lip tremble as her body slightly jerks from each in take of breathe, from her shattered nerves.

[liittlemayfair]

𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕯𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙:

Catching Violet with ease, Rose peppered her face with kisses, “I missed you too! How are you little sister? Do you have homework, or can we have some fun?”

     Violet giggles as the kisses were placed upon her face, then returns the gesture to Rose. “I am okay. I just had white cheddar popcorn. I do not have any homework, so we can have fun all day!”

[liittlemayfair]

𝕸𝖗. 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑:

“Violet. That’s a nice name. I’m Michael.” She was so sweet and polite. Michael always felt more at ease around children since they wanted nothing from him like money or fame. They just wanted fun which he was deprived of at a young age. 

     “You are the first Michael I have ever met.” She kindly states, though a majority of the people she knew were from times where names were unique and considered ancient in this day and age. But, that was not something Mr. Michael need to know about, “How are you today?”

[liittlemayfair]

𝕸𝖗. 𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖊:

   A ponderous exertion to collect senescent volumes inspires brief attention from paperwork. The child emerges from Arkham’s labyrinth with purposeless curiosity, scouring among literature she’s inadequate to grasp. 

    Crane relinquishes her of incisive stare, waiting tantalizing interval of thirty minutes. 

   “What have you learned in your perusal?”

  His words reached her ears, yet she had not answer just yet. Her brows furrowing a moment more before finally she chose to gently close the book and sets it back down upon the clean and polished wooden surface where it were once before. Her face turns to face him with a look that showed no sense of physical emotion,

     “I have learned that there are eight bones surrounding the human head, but it takes fourteen more to complete it. --I could not understand the rest. The words were too big, do you have anymore books here that I can read? Please?”

[betterthankanyebitch]

[immortal-gentleman]

"...I did something bad.. and I really need help. Please?" Violet whimpers with tears filling her eyes and hands tied together in nervous knots.

“Oh, Violet, of course my dear. I’m always here to help you, what can I do?” He asked gently, filled with concern for the small girl.

[liittlemayfair]

As he sits and extends his arms out for her, she comes into his embrace and clings to him. Hiding her face in his shirt, "I killed a man and I did not mean to. It was so bad, David! But he made me so mad for yelling and hitting his doggy with a tree branch and the doggy was crying and I couldn't take it and, and - I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad at me!" She softly weeps into his shirt.

[magictransistor]

Unknown master (Maestro del Trionfo della Morte), Il Trionfo della morte, Palermo, c. 1446.

[immortal-gentleman]

"...I did something bad.. and I really need help. Please?" Violet whimpers with tears filling her eyes and hands tied together in nervous knots.

“Oh, Violet, of course my dear. I’m always here to help you, what can I do?” He asked gently, filled with concern for the small girl.

[liittlemayfair]

“Do you promise you will not be really mad at me when I tell you?” Her voice low and in a faint whimper. Tiny hands trembled for what she had done was just that bad, at least it was in her eyes.

[liittlemayfair]

@roselioncourt

    “Sissy!” Violet chimes as she runs to her and jump as high as she could before wrapping small arms around her form, “Hi, sissy! I missed you.” The child smiles brightly, showing all of her baby teeth.

[breakerofchaiins]

             A LONG AS FUCK NICE LIST OF MY MUSE(S)

@apocalyptiiic || Seer (main blog.)

@breakerofchaiins || Daenerys Targaryen

@liittlelolita || Witch

@mechaniiicus || Mikaela Banes

@biioweapon || Resident Evil OC (semi-hiatus.)

@liittlemayfair || Mayfair Witch

@gracemikaelson || (semi-hiatus)