❝ the hunger has shape —
the love has teeth. ❞
he walks the world as if it were a stage.
and he — the tragedy written in blood and velvet.
a PRINCE OF RUIN. kissed by moonlight. cursed by memory.
his name lingers like wine on the tongue
— sweet. ancient. dangerous.
he loves with the cruelty of someone who has
outlived gentleness.
he kills like an artist. each act a signature. each silence a seduction.
you may find him laughing.. but listen closely..
— the hunger is always just beneath the sound.
he will not explain himself. he does not need to.
he is what comes after the sun dies.… what sings in the dark.
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🥀 — #𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐫𝐞́𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞. — lestat de lioncourt. vampire · lover · liar · god. — born in france, reborn in fire.
