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mich43lis:
————– ❝Mephistopheles? How old fashioned~❞
A voice seemed to sound from far away, and nearby at the same time. His form manifested in the shadows around them. The drawn circle, or summoning, had done nothing to attract the demon. What had attracted him were the souls of the children that were to be offered. They were spiced with something special, and he was ready to consume them and simply leave if their heartless father was not appealing to him. The sound of his voice was followed by that of the clicking of heels to the ground. Ah, would the man negotiate better with a male or female human form? It was hard to say….
————– ❝You have summoned me, and I see that your offerings…❞
he knelt to the ground, merely the shape of a genderless human, black as tar, his face slowly manifesting, eyes gleaming at the man in the dark. He picked up one of the boys’s lifeless body, the more sturdy one, tugging him upright as though he was ready to play him like a puppet for his father.
————– ❝Are quite appealing. Allow me to consume one, and then I will listen to your wish~❞
The energy of the room shifts enough to make Vincent’s lungs feel heavy, his body and mind swimming in molasses as he swore the lights flicker and the shadow manifest. Some form of a humanoid. His instincts tell him to flee out of pure incomprehension but he was no meagre man. He had a purpose - there was a goal far bigger than he was and it was important than his life, than any of theirs. The widower’s features furrowed as he had to watch his elder son being handled this way. How disrespectful, how ugly - but they were no longer here. All that remained was a slowly decaying body, it’s blood slowly draining out. “ My children are not appetisers. If you so wish to consume them, you may after hearing my wish. “ He bit out, glaring at the figure as he willed his clenched fists to go lax. He was still an Earl, he would carry himself as such. “ I require power to over throw the current monarch of England, for submitting my blood line and all my kin to this fate. Will you grant me this? “
Vincent in Chapter 132
RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.
BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.
TAGGED BY : my wife @benevolcnt TAGGING : @spiritvazul, @mich43lis, @ofsilverguns and anyone else who would like to do this
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BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black ,distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind words
THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky
ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people
WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder
THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind
EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame, eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby
FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket - watch , light - hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , letting thoughts come & go, a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.
CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.
{ S T A R T E R C A L L }
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+ @doublechui
— “ Ah-! What a cute little kitten..! “ Vincent slowly lowered himself so as to not frighten her and scooped her up quickly to hold in his hands, his fingers curling around her to keep her warm. “ Are you here by yourself? You poor thing, where is your mother? “ He looked around, finding no other siblings with the lone feline. Where were they? The temperature was only going to drop as the night went on.. Vincent looked around, sighing in relief when he found that no one was near by before he unravelled his warm scarf to share with her, tucking her a near his chest inside his school blazer. “ It’s okay, I’ll be your mommy now! “ He decided, threading back to the main path. God forbid that anyone else noticed him - that would certainly get him in trouble later. She seemed tame, but he really hoped she wasn’t going to scratch up his dress shirt.
anhaima:
Ah, busted. Despite knowing exactly how many rules he was breaking, Violet had stubbornly stayed out regardless, half a prayer sent to whatever deity may be listening that he just… Not get caught.
Unfortunately, God is not with him today. Shifting where he’s sitting on the ground, he curls around the sketchbook in his lap, feigning ignorance. “Ah, what? I must have lost track of time…”
Vincent was no stranger to defying rules. He glanced at the sketchbook, canting his head. That certainly piqued his interest. —“ Were you drawing here? How delightful. “ He lowered himself into a kneel next to him. “ Could I have a look ?”
Vincent | top picture scanned by smirking-raven
benevolcnt:
Remember this …I moved the earth and the water for you.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
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littlebratciel:
Vincent Phantomhive [Kuroshitsuji: 107.5]
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A man could only bear so much weight on his shoulders before it’s leviathan pressure pushes too hard on the body - turning marrow brittle, destroying the purity of the soul. He was only human, and it was only human for him to push back against the odds bared against him. Rachel was taken from him, in the most cruel way. There was no love left in his heart, no life left in his eyes when he watched her take her last breath. His children did not deserve to live in such pain, so he spared them of this suffering. Velum took the edge off where they could be stressed, anaesthesia for their pain. They will pass painlessly unlike their mother.
— “ Forgive me, my beautiful children. My beloved boys. “ Vincent cradled his children for the last time as he lowered their body into the elaborately drawn circle. Of his own blood, of theirs. “ Even Zarathustra would say that the life of the last man is one not worth living. Your next will be better.” He promised as he watched each lit candle flicker. “ Mephistopheles - grant me audience. ” He felt his knees buckle as he dropped before the circle. “ I, Vincent Phantomhive, summon thee. “
mirroredprodigies:
Ciel felt like a journalist. No, a detective. No, a politician! Whichever profession excelled at lying the most. If his father had known how creative he was, he would have been proud, but that would have negated the benefit of telling stories in the first place.
Ciel reached for the ball, hoping that the piece of evidence would be returned to its rightful owner.
Sticking to a lie was surprisingly hard. He poked the floor with the tip of his shoe and bit his lip.
“Kind of,” he said slyly. “What will you give me if I tell you? We must cooperate to solve this.”
Vincent could swear that the boy was growing up too fast, considering that he was already picking up both his mother’s demeanour and his very own tongue. He shook his head as he kept the ball by his side. — “ Rule one of negotiating your innocence, don’t let your body give you away. “ He patted his head. “Rule number two, don’t leave evidence at the crime scene. Your gift is will be generously not being given spankings - unless you would prefer your mother deliver them to your bum herself ?” He lowered his head to gaze the boy in his eyes. “ Come now, admit to it and I will consider it a lesson learnt. “
benevolcnt:
❝ Vincent— ❞ Rachel called his name, prepared to chide him for gossiping about the nefarious deeds of other nobles, until his lewd suggestion astonished her into silence. Bright rouge tinted her pale cheeks, blue eyes widening while they watched him with disbelief. She was very aware of Vincent’s darker, naughtier nature; instead it was the concept of exhibitionism that shocked her. Such acts would completely disregard the etiquette expected of their social class.
A pout formed on her lips when she finally spoke, averting her gaze in defiance. ❝ I do not mind nurturing your desires in private, but to do so in public would damage my reputation. I must maintain a proper image as the wife of a Phantomhive. ❞ Her husband would run rampant with his misbehavior if she did not prohibit him. It was no wonder his sister insisted Rachel act more strict with him.
❝ Of course, I enjoy your affections. You are my love, my life. I will indulge you however you wish, though only in our room. Behave well and I will happily reward you, ❞ Rachel murmured, turning in his hold to face him. She cupped his cheeks to guide him closer, locking their tiers in a fervent manner while quietly moaning in between kisses to urge him on.
Perhaps over indulgence was a bad habit - perhaps it was escapism manifested in it’s most amorous form. The corners of his eyes crinkled in great contentment as he briefly loosened his hold - if only to allow for his beloved to turn. He couldn’t ignore the heat that quickly built within him as she pressed flush, humming contently when he was rewarded with a kiss.
mirroredprodigies:
@malevollcnt
Oh, there it was! Ciel looked at the ball, and then at his father. His blue eyes shone with child-like innocence, but a hint of mischief twisted the corners of his mouth in a little smile. He tilted his head and shrugged.
“Maybe it rolled there on it’s own?” he suggested helpfully. “Balls are really round so that could happen if there is a little breeze. A maid left a window open and it just rolled around!”
" I guess I can’t deny the possibility of that, ” The Earl hummed thoughtfully as he tossed the ball in the air, catching it in his hand. “ Are you sure it isn’t that you were playing where you shouldn’t be? If this was the case, I promise I won’t tell mummy if you are honest with me. “
benevolcnt:
❝ Perhaps, I shall. If Frances were in my position, she would certainly grant you the scolding of a lifetime. She believes you are far too spoiled, ❞ Rachel mused aloud, affection obvious in her tone as she teased the man. Goosebumps littered the skin on her neck when his hot breathe tickled her, a hum of pleasure silenced by pursed lips. If Vincent were to learn about every weakness of hers, his advantage over the situation was guaranteed. Her dainty hands reached down to rest over his own, a gentle squeeze dealt to his grip on her lithe waist.
❝ There is a wedding band on my finger for a reason, darling. The fact that I am yours will never be subject to change, ❞ The countess cooed her response. She took a step back to press against him, her head turning to peck his cheek in a chaste kiss.
— “ Frances would have me on a leash and beaten on a daily basis for simply breathing. “ He pouted, nuzzling into her contently when he was kissed. He returned the gesture just as fondly before more eagerly seeking her lips with his own. “ Even if you wear the band it would not deter men like him who have no value to the concept of commitment. Is it no wonder that he can’t keep the love of his wife ? “ He huffed, greedily squeezing her waist a little tighter. “ —But did you enjoy my affections? I’ve often fancied the idea of playing under the table, “ He teased. “ I already like being under your skirt, but it would be much more fun if I could do that in the dining room. Perhaps at our next dinner party- “
Arsonist’s Lullaby // Hozier
