Timeless.

Mathieu Gerard. Born 1452. 31 years old. 

[empath-sky]

mathieu-gerard:

“I believe ignoramuses to be my biggest pet peeve,” he replied. “Sometimes, sardonic answers are the only ones that fit.”

“Exactly.” Rosalie responded. 

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

"The world could use more people like you,” Mathieu smirked. “Although, sometimes, the optimism of others astonishes me.”

[negabyrne]

aesthetics: 3/?: baphomet (the wicked + the divine) for queerpool!

[dailyajanaomiking]

Get to work, people!

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

best thing in their life?

The people in his life. It is difficult for Mathieu to not become depressed, but even more so, it is hard for him to not become bored with life. But the people in his life is what keeps his life interesting and different. Whether it be people in his past, his wife and his children from long ago, or his students in his current generation and Summer and Harley. It is people that keep his life worth living, yet it is also people that devastate him the most, for when he is no longer with them, they leave a mark on his heart forever. 

@summerxxjacobs @harlcyhunt

[summerxjacobs]

mathieu-gerard:

“As you should. It was fully meant as a compliment and I would hope you would take it as such,” Mathieu smiled at her. “When humans were first created, angels envied humankind, for we possess a very important aspect that sets us apart from any god or angel. We possess the power of free will.” Mathieu philosophized. “So perhaps you are no god, but isnt it such a remarkable act that you are born completely flawed and imperfect, and yet you have risen yourself higher than a god ever could?” Mathieus eyes sparkled with happiness, “Humans are very remarkable, are we not?”

Originally posted by heartsuits

Summer wasn’t one to take compliments well, but she appreciated everything that Mathieu had to say about her. Even if she didn’t believe all of it was true. “If I were a god, I think I’d be more nervous of doing the wrong thing. So I’m glad that I am not.” She explained as she glanced towards her friend with a smile. The way he was describing her, however, was making her feel as if she should be perfect. As if she shouldn’t do anything wrong. Maybe that’s why she refused to change the past? A lump formed in her throat and she glanced down at her hands and nodded. “Humans definitely are.” She agreed. “As are you, Mathieu.” Her smile returned. 

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu thought about her statement, but quickly disregarded it as false in his mind, “I would say that your ideals make sound sense, however, I must disagree, for if you look at the gods of the past they are heavily flawed. For example, the Greek gods held themselves to an awfully low scale of morality. Their power is much like a king; immediately pardoned hence therefore heavily taken advantage of. It would be a blissfully perfect world if your ideals aligned with everyone else’s, however. I wish they did.” He frowned, noticing Summer’s disposition. “Have I said something wrong?” he asked her concerned he had. “I declare, there was never my intention. Quite the contrary.”

[fionadrake]

mathieu-gerard:

Mathieu wasn’t stupid, ignorant, clueless, nor naive. The idea of turning to the government for help was an idea that crossed his mind many a time. And perhaps he never looked into it too much due to his own fear or rejection and disappointment, but he believed there was no science that can cure him. Science has progressed throughout the many years, no one around him was dying of smallpox and science has certainly eradicated the plague, but it was not yet perfect. “This is our power, Mr. Hunt,” Mathieu spoke quietly. “Name one person who has lived on these grounds whose powers were cured by the government. We are no different.” He bit his bottom lip. Mathieu usually thought before he spoke, but he feared perhaps he did not think these words out too long, for if he had he wouldve known not to utter them at all. Who was he to try to take away any hope Harley might have? He was just nervous; he had grown to–if care was not the word, then, at least, show concern, for the boy. He did not want to see him get hurt–physically or emotionally. He did not want to see him taken advantage of, nor getting his hopes up when there was alas no hope at all. “I will look more into it. Point me in the direction of who you are meeting with. We can look into this together…” he swallowed. “I just wish you not to go into this alone and blind.” He smiled softly when Harley described his hopes for the future, but it was a sad smile, for, as much as he wished this for the lad…as much as he wished it for himself and cursed his life for not allowing it to be so…he saw no hope in it ever being true. “You can create your own happiness, even if you are never cured…” But even as the words rolled off his tongue, he knew how pathetic it sounded. How little he believed it. For nothing compared to the happiness of growing old with the love of your life. Something he was so painfully denied; something he wished beyond all wishes Harley would never have to be deprived of. 

“they believe that our power is the key, that’s what he told me and i trust him. you should just speak to brian, mathieu. and go in there with an open mind. that’s all i ask. brian matthews is the best, he will be the one to crack this, crack everything.” harley informed the other with powers so similar to his own. “my own happiness?” he couldn’t help but scoff slightly at that, laughing at the thought of it. “i tried that, it didn’t work out too well. i woke and he was there… but he’s not here now. i fucked up, and i don’t have danny anymore, mathieu. i don’t have the friend that was like my brother because of his associations… not truly, not like it was before. everytime i build happiness it crumbles back down. every single time. how do you get past that?” he asked, sighing as he sat himself down. “brian is what i believe in. i believe in him and his ability and at the moment, that hope, that faith in him is the only thing keeping me going. well, metaphorically because you know, physically my power makes sure i keep going.” he laughed dryly at that, though it was definitely funny to him, and he soon started to giggle at that thought. “irony follows us everywhere, does it not? you have lived for hundreds of years, that much i know from what you speak of, but how do you even cope? the times when you felt alone. i have you, and i count myself incredibly lucky for that, who did you have? and if you say lestat de lioncourt i might actually lose my shit.” 

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu couldn’t help but smirk at Harley’s need to stress the importance of him going in with an open mind. Even he had to admit that he was not very good at having an open mind about anything. But this was different. This was, at least the possibility, of changing their fates. Could he really walk away from that hope? The hope Harley clearly had attached himself to? Yes, he had many doubts, but could he really allow himself to not look into this at all? He nodded at him, looking at him seriously, “I will speak with Brian, listen to him with open ears and an open mind. I swear it.” His heart hurt for the lad when he told him about what had happened with Danny. “I am deeply saddened to hear that,” he told him genuinely. “Perhaps it is not too late to mend things with him?” He frowned, “What do you mean by associations? Why did you two fall apart?” He forced a little smile at Harley’s ironic comment but there was no pleasure from the dry humor. When Harley asked him about how he coped, Mathieu wished he could lie to him. He debated it for a moment, even. He didn’t cope. He never coped. He existed. That’s all. He lived the majority of his life as a ghost, a walking zombie, with no purpose at all. he honestly wished he had been a vampire instead of what he was, then he’d never have had to feel emotions, namely, pain, loneliness and heartache. “Don’t be ridiculous, Harley, lioncourt is fictional. Anne Rice, however, was a lovely woman,” he smirked. However, after his joke was made, his smile fell quickly. “I didn’t have anyone,” he answered him simply, but he didn’t shy away from his sadness. For once, he allowed himself to show his vulnerability, for, perhaps it would be a teaching moment, a reality check. But, deep down, the true reason was, as much as he taught Harley, and as much as he had labeled himself his mentor...he had never had someone like Harley to confide in, someone who...understood. And true, he was young, very young, and he had not experienced the true heartache of their existence yet. And apart of him wanted to shy away from all the hardships so Harley would be okay, so Harley would not fear his future. But sometimes, Mathieu was selfish, and he needed someone to lean on, as well.  

[empath-sky]

mathieu-gerard:

Mathieu had overheard the remark this girl had declared to another individual. Mathieu had commented on it and was amused by her response. He couldnt help but smirk and let out a little chuckle. “I appreciate the way you think,” he commented.

“That makes two of us.” She teased with her own smirk. Her green eyes were on the the man in front of her. 

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

“I believe ignoramuses to be my biggest pet peeve,” he replied. “Sometimes, sardonic answers are the only ones that fit.”

[jaredxhawley]

mathieu-gerard.

Mathieu took a seat in his chair and leaned back in its swivel. “I do wish you would take a seat, Mr. Hawley. If we are to have a pleasant conversation, please make yourself comfortable. When others stand while I sit it agitates my nerves.” He smiled softly up at him, “I am very pleased, overall, with my position. I enjoy and learn a great deal from my students and I enjoy what and how I teach the material to these bright minded youths. I have nothing further to say on the matter. So, if all you wished for was to check in, you have done so, and, not to be rude, but I do have a stack of papers to grade.” He paused for a moment, then added, his curiosity unwilling to let the question go, despite his logic urging him not to mention it, “Although, I am curious what message these rumors you have claimed to have contain.”

At Mister Gerard’s request, Jared took a seat in the chair nearest the teacher’s desk. “My checking on you is no cause for immediate alarm,” he said. “After all, you should be seeing other contacts with some frequency, or else we’re not really doing out jobs in contacting you.” His lip twitched at being asked to sit and immediately dismissed, but he plowed forward. “Mister Gerard, your class is a popular one in the school, and save for a few young minds who I don’t think could be satisfied by anything, you are overwhelmingly respected as a teacher. What I wanted to know was what you heard about current events. They have your ear, and you have mine. Please; I would love to know, especially if there’s anything that I can do in terms of actions to take to make things better.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu relaxed. He was prone to jumping on the attack, it was his personality, but that was the wrong approach here and he needed to calm down. He tented his fingers together on the desk in front of him. “Frankly, I care for and am concerned for my disciples. Many of them are frightened. I myself am frightened. I would like to know the procedures for curing this cross ground fear.” 

[summerxjacobs]

mathieu-gerard:

Mathieu chuckled. “You possess such a rare and powerful gift, and yet you remain one of the most humble people I have ever encountered.” He smiled at her, “You are quite a special enigma, Miss Jacobs.” He then returned his gaze to the sun, the extraordinary sight that his eyes beheld. “Besides, I believe people are far more extraordinary than a god could ever be.” 

Summer had never been called an enigma before but she supposed it was correct. She hardly understood herself at times. “Well I will take that as a compliment.” Summer said with a wide smile. “That’s an interesting way of looking at things.” She said as she pondered that thought for a moment. “I mean, I guess in a world like our own, we could create miracles as well.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

"As you should. It was fully meant as a compliment and I would hope you would take it as such," Mathieu smiled at her. "When humans were first created, angels envied humankind, for we possess a very important aspect that sets us apart from any god or angel. We possess the power of free will." Mathieu philosophised. "So perhaps you are no god, but isnt it such a remarkable act that you are born completely flawed and imperfect, and yet you have risen yourself higher than a god ever could?" Mathieus eyes sparkled with happiness, "Humans are very remarkable, are we not?"

[emotional-algebra]

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Cheryl Strayed (via emotional-algebra)

[adalinexvanpay]

mathieu-gerard.

“It is of my opinion that you should respond with a yes,” Mathieu smiled kindly at her. “The sun will be soon setting and it is a far walk. I would loathe to imagine you taking that hike by your lonesome, and I would loathe to imagine a delightful stroll and conversation going to waste.”

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“Oh, well, I’m not scared of the dark,” Adaline replied. “After all –– I know that if it does get dark, all I need to do is catch a firefly.” She grinned at the thought of creating a sort of bioluminescence, putting it on her to-do list in her mind. “But if you’re confident I’d be either good company or a good conversation, I suppose… yes. Sure, we can head back.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu was intrigued by her reply and therefore intrigued by her. What an interesting answer. “Yes, I suppose that is all you would need to do,” he replied, the corner of his lips curving into a half-smile. “In that case, yes, walk back with me for the sole purpose of the possibility of striking a good conversation. Which would begin with me posing the forerunner questions such as your name and where you are from?” He spoke as he stood beside her moving his legs back towards the housing area with the hopes that she would walk beside him.

[fionadrake]

@mathieu-gerard , tagging because i imagine he’s felt the same at times ( and hope that the bottom two on the left hand side have happened at some point in mathieu’s life wOw ) 

[lilmamabeyellin]

self love ain’t just bubble baths & face masks it’s owning up to your shit , accepting your flaws , encouraging yourself to do better.

[fionadrake]

mathieu-gerard:

Mathieu formed his hands into a tent and placed them upon the counter in front of him. “There are people out there who will take advantage of the power you contain. It is a lesson that the government here is desperately aiming to ingrain in us, but it is not one I learned through them. I learned this lesson a long, long time ago.” He brought his head in closer and lowered his voice, “And it is not one I grant full pardon of the government here from doing.” He leaned back, “But you did not hear that comment from me.” He folded his arms, one upon the other. “You must learn not to be so trusting.” He sighed deeply, pressing his fingers against his eyelids. How could he provide reassurance to the fears and feelings he himself struggles with? How can he provide guidance when he had never found the right path for himself? He let his arm fall as he looked at him. “I did not say that,” he started, trying, desperately, to collect his thoughts. “It is not an easy life. I have resorted to drugs and liquor and I have attempted nearly every suicidal technique I can think of. I have started fights, I have put myself in danger, I have made a mess of my life more times and in more ways than I can count.” He sighed deeply, “That does not mean you have to be me, nor does that mean you have to follow my example. If you can learn anything from me, I wish you to become the man I am now. One day I just woke up and asked myself why am I tiring myself out if I have no choice in my life.” He leaned forward and told him, “It is a gift, too. And although it is hard to see that at times–many times, it is a gift. We are able to see the world in ways that no one else can. We have the ability to see the world change. In our predicament, perhaps the best thing is to become actors. We are given the chance to become different people, live different lives. In some ways, it is exciting and it is fascinating.” He sighed, “And it can be lonely and sad. But it does not have to be.” He scratched his forehead, “I do not know if I am making much sense. But I wish you not to live a miserable life.” 

“they’re trying to help us here mathieu. if we can get a cure anywhere, it’s here.” he spoke softly, a sigh leaving his lips. he knew he trusted the government more than most, put his life on the line for them even, but he wouldn’t change it. not if it got him closer to being mortal. everything mathieu talked about, the drink and the drugs, harley could already relate to. sure he wasn’t addicted, but he dabbled when things got hard. too hard for his normal coping mechanisms. “i think i’ve already followed your example. i mean, the suicide was before and after i met you, and the rest i didn’t know about until now, but it seems pretty similar.” maybe that was their curse.to walk around hating themselves, trying to destroy themselves, but apparently mathieu had gotten past that part. harley wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet. “if i have to live forever, i want to learn everything. make the world a better place withscience and technology or some shit like that. i want to beat incurable diseases and save peopl’s lives. i don’t wnt to live, but if i have to i want to live for helping others.i don’t wantto have a miserable life. i want to be happy, and grow old with my boyfriend, have kids and not watch them die. but without the governments work, the scientists work, none of that is attainable.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu wasn’t stupid, ignorant, clueless, nor naive. The idea of turning to the government for help was an idea that crossed his mind many a time. And perhaps he never looked into it too much due to his own fear or rejection and disappointment, but he believed there was no science that can cure him. Science has progressed throughout the many years, no one around him was dying of smallpox and science has certainly eradicated the plague, but it was not yet perfect. “This is our power, Mr. Hunt,” Mathieu spoke quietly. “Name one person who has lived on these grounds whose powers were cured by the government. We are no different.” He bit his bottom lip. Mathieu usually thought before he spoke, but he feared perhaps he did not think these words out too long, for if he had he wouldve known not to utter them at all. Who was he to try to take away any hope Harley might have? He was just nervous; he had grown to--if care was not the word, then, at least, show concern, for the boy. He did not want to see him get hurt--physically or emotionally. He did not want to see him taken advantage of, nor getting his hopes up when there was alas no hope at all. “I will look more into it. Point me in the direction of who you are meeting with. We can look into this together...” he swallowed. “I just wish you not to go into this alone and blind.” He smiled softly when Harley described his hopes for the future, but it was a sad smile, for, as much as he wished this for the lad...as much as he wished it for himself and cursed his life for not allowing it to be so...he saw no hope in it ever being true. “You can create your own happiness, even if you are never cured...” But even as the words rolled off his tongue, he knew how pathetic it sounded. How little he believed it. For nothing compared to the happiness of growing old with the love of your life. Something he was so painfully denied; something he wished beyond all wishes Harley would never have to be deprived of. 

[rosamundpike]

[jaredxhawley]

mathieu-gerard.

Mathieu took in Jareds words and contemplated them for a moment. He then replied, cautiously, “You claim that you are not here to make me stop, and yet you were clearly sent here for a reason.” He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at him in thought. “But instead of me making assumptions and accusations, let me let you take the lead. What exactly would you like to hear from me, Mr. Hawley? How exactly do you propose we continue this conversation?” He leaned back in his chair, “For I assure you, if you have come simply to hear my thoughts, you will be listening to much ramble, and if you have come to check on my needs, I can compile a long list of demands.”

Jared could feel a headache coming on. “I am not here to make you stop any of your teaching,” he repeated. “The reason is still the same as it was: to check in. To put the facts to the rumors that I was hearing about what you are teaching, rather than making assumptions.” Jared stood by the desk, watching Mathieu settle himself in. “Mister Gerard, the only point to me being here is to understand and to make sure that if you’re not happy with anything, that I at least can try to make it better.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu took a seat in his chair and leaned back in its swivel. “I do wish you would take a seat, Mr. Hawley. If we are to have a pleasant conversation, please make yourself comfortable. When others stand while I sit it agitates my nerves.” He smiled softly up at him, “I am very pleased, overall, with my position. I enjoy and learn a great deal from my students and I enjoy what and how I teach the material to these bright minded youths. I have nothing further to say on the matter. So, if all you wished for was to check in, you have done so, and, not to be rude, but I do have a stack of papers to grade.” He paused for a moment, then added, his curiosity unwilling to let the question go, despite his logic urging him not to mention it, “Although, I am curious what message these rumors you have claimed to have contain.”

[summerxjacobs]

mathieu-gerard:

Mathieu was completely entranced by what he saw. He had seen many things throughout his life, but he had never seen something so beautiful, so insane, something that defied all logic and laws of nature. “If an ignorant mortal would have seen what I saw, they wouldve guessed you are a god,” he told her.

“I am definitely not a god.” Summer laughed as she began to rewind time, slowly this time, so that they could watch time move backwards. “Gods are immortal and I am not. And gods… I don’t know. They’re… all powerful? High and mighty? I don’t know!” She found herself laughing at herself. She sounded ridiculous. “I mean I’ve never met one so I could have it all wrong.” Summer admitted. “I’m just a normal, regular person, who happens to be able to control the most basic and important thing in the world.” She bit down on her lower lip. “Ah… that’s kind of scary when I say it like that.”

[mathieu-gerard-blog]

Mathieu chuckled. “You possess such a rare and powerful gift, and yet you remain one of the most humble people I have ever encountered.” He smiled at her, “You are quite a special enigma, Miss Jacobs.” He then returned his gaze to the sun, the extraordinary sight that his eyes beheld. “Besides, I believe people are far more extraordinary than a god could ever be.”