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I shudder, I see the love, I’m doomed, my heart melts again — can’t stand not to be in love, can’t stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that’s what’s wrong with me.

Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac (via violentwavesofemotion)

antigonick

ANTIGONE : For I am a strange new kind of inbetween aren’t I, not at home with the dead nor with the living

Anne Carson, Antigonick (via antigonick)

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“Bad mood or not, surely there must be reason why you responded like that.” Amira was never the type to pry in people’s business, but in this instance her curiosity was peaked. “My apologies. How do you prefer to be addressed then?”

namelcss

HE snorted. “ that is how i am all the time. i am no one else but who i am— and that means i do enjoy debauchery. “ a wicked smile, followed by a wink. “ just... my name. that is, if your high born person might bother to learn it. “

#c. amira.#c.#amira.

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Adjusting the rerebrace upon his bicep, Henri sighed in IRRITATION as the servant fumbled with the supple leather fastenings of the steel gleaves fitted upon his lower leg, the sound audible in the strung silence of one of the reception rooms located among the private apartments designated to the Grand Duke. Assigned with a new valet de chambre in light of his usual attendant falling victim to sickness, the language barrier was an obstacle the monarch had LITTLE patience for, and his muscle jolted in discomfort as the buckle suddenly tightened. ‘ENOUGH!’ He barked, causing the lackey to flinch, before he repeated in a quieter ––– yet no less severe ––– tone. ‘Enough. I shall see to it. Now le –––’ Before he could finish the sentence, the door opened, and Henri’s sharp gaze flicked towards the sound, brow raising. ‘Excuse me? Can I HELP you?’

namelcss

OKAY, so he would never admit it, but perhaps he was a bit lost. daniel was not meant for the papal palace, not the purity that resides within, nor the winding corridors, nor the kings one could find literally behind every door. he stumbled into a room, and in the room he stumbled upon one such ruling class, and he drew up short. his eyes widened, briefly, and then he hurried to bow. “ my lord. “ he said, clearing his throat. “ i apologize. honestly, these corridors... my head hurts with the complexity of it all. cannae find one thing without strugglin’. “ just like the pope to make things needlessly confusing.

DANNY had learned a lot in his time as the late sicilian king’s manservant. one such thing was how to seem like a servant, head bowed, shoulders inward the slightest; the lingering subjugation in his spine. his eyes, however, caught on the body before him.

COVERING it with a polite smile, biting back his tongue, danny tilted his head. “ if you allow me, my lord, i should untangle ye. “ daniel told him, eyeing the straps still attached to him with a distinct mettle, ready for a grapple if need be.

#c. henri.#c.#henri.

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ft. @namelcss

It had been days since Clara had last written to Daniel and she still hadn’t heard back from it. It was odd. Usually his responses were fairly quick. She was rushing back to her chambers, hopeful to find a letter from him, and as she was about to open her door she paused. There were voices. She hadn’t expected anyone to be in her bedroom. Pushing open the door, her eyes fell on her children and…Daniel.

“Danny!” she screamed and ran to him, pulling him so tight to her she thought they’d both explode. Tears were already falling down her face and repeated his name over and over like a mantra.

namelcss

DANIEL had already been greeted in several distinct ways. by one princess, a sobbing mess clinging to his neck and crying all over the shirt he wore, by the other a pout and hands on her hips, trying to appear aloof and unaffected even at three years old. the prince, of course, had been shy to come to his arms, but once he had he had barely let go. it was hard on the boy to loose his father, and danny understood.

AFTER having played for quite a while, danny had heard his name screamed and then was crushed hard to a small body, much shorter than him and yet with the strength of three or four times his size.

" please don't cry on me. i hate it when you cry. "

#c. clara.#clara.

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Amira was quietly reading a book when she suddenly was broken out of her reverie by the sudden appearance of a man - who had the subtlety of an elephant. Curiously she eyed him as he plopped down on the couch across from her and started to mumble to himself. A part of her wondered if he was drunk, but the young princess knew better than to ask such thing. “Are you in a bad mood, sir?”

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DANNY didn’t much react to the voice he had heard, washing over him with as much effect as a gust of wind, maybe. he yawned, stretched a little. “ a bad mood ? nae, not at all —— thrilled, as it may be. “ danny replied, his peculiar accent turning the words over from his voice. he smirked into the air, letting out a rush of breath in what some might call a yawn. “ —— rest at ease, my lady, i am not a sir. “

#c. amira.#c.#amira.#THANK U FOR REPLYING MY LOVE #<3333

kryptojuice

my dads pull out game was weak af and now I have to suffer

#✖ DEPTHS.

SETTLING down onto a plump couch with a huff, daniel spread out, letting his legs and arms splay how they were comfortable. he seemed to take no notice of the person closeby. “ i swear, all th’way here, hearin’ people mumble ‘bout heresy this, debauchery that. was ALREADY impatient for arrival. no need to sweeten the deal wi' debauchery. “

DANNY ran a rough hand through black, tousled locks, light hazel eyes opening again to stare at the grandiose ceiling above him. he huffed again, and then let his hand thump back down, closing his eyes. “ debauchery and heresy. how positively entertaining. “