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devlgoat​:

            𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐎  𝚮𝚨𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝚮𝚨𝐏𝐏𝐘  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝚨𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄.  but  his  heart  does  a  funny  little  dance  when  seeing  julian’s  face—alive  and  well.  ❝  jules…  ❞  he  smiled  to  hide  the  tears  that  wished  to  form  in  the  corner  of  his  eyes.  ❝    i…  i  only  came  to  tell  you  i  am  sorry  for  how  i  was  upon  our  last  meetings…  ❞  he  looked  to  the  ground  before  glancing  behind  himself.  

❝  i  don’t  have  much  time  to  spare,  but  whether  you  forgive  me  or  not  will  be  entirely  your  choice.  ❞  he  sighed  in  deeply  and  exhaled  quickly,  ❝  i  was  a  complete  and  utter  fool  and  treated  those  close  to  me  like  garbage…  even  those  who  tried  to  help  me.  and  i  offer  my  apologies  though  it  will  not  change  the  oopsies  i’ve  created  along  the  way.  perhaps  if  i  die  tonight  your  image  of  me  won’t  be  completely  sour?  ❞  

 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬  𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝,  𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭  𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐨.  half  fearful  half  relieved,  but  utterly  and  completely  confusing  at  the  simple  thought  of  lucio  regaining  his  life,  which  was  so  apparently  taken,  hence  julians  wanted  posters.  jules…  he  despised  that  nickname  —  ❛  you…  come  back  to  life,  and  the  first  thought  that  occupies  your  mind…  is  me?  ❜  he  stares,  bewildered.  ❛  aren’t  there  much  more  —    ❜    he  pauses,  inhaling.          

 his  time  was  running  out?  —  julian  had  seen  him  burn,  and  unless  he  had  been  cursed  like  julian  himself  there  was  no  way  he  was  alive  now,  and  if  he  were  cursed  and  alive…  why  did  it  take  so  long  for  him  to  return?  a  cold  chill  went  up  his  spine,  the  thought  of  himself  meeting  his  death  and  losing  years  of  his  life  was  cruel  and  most  unwanted.  ❛  you  —  you’re  sorry…?  i  —  i’m  wanted  for  your  murder,  i  killed  you,  lucio!  ❜  there  were  things  he  still  couldn’t  remember  from  that  night,  and  he  was  desperately  trying  to  jam  the  pieces  of  the  puzzle  in  places  they  didn’t  fit.  ❛  what  did  you  do...?  ❜

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devlgoat​:

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐎  𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝚮𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝚨𝐓  𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄—they  sounded  nothing  like  jules,  nevertheless  he  was  determined  to  but  the  mystery  to  a  close.  ❝  is…  doctor  ju—devorak  around?  ❞  he  quickly  corrected  himself,  not  certain  that  he  had  saved  himself  from  the  awkward  name  that  exited  from  his  mouth.  ❝  i  need  to  speak  with  him.  it’s  important  matters  and  it  won’t  take  long,  i  promise.  ❞  he  gives  a  vague  shrug  that  he’s  aware  only  he  can  see  before  sighing  deeply  and  pressing  his  body  closer  to  the  door  to  try  and  escape  the  downpour.

 𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍  —  his  mind  must  have  been  playing  tricks  on  him  —  the  count  was  dead,  and  julian  was  the  accused  murderer.    ❛  lu  —    ❜  he  breaks  character,  staring  directly  at  the  door,  instinctive  and  regrettably  pulling  the  small  door  open.  gazing  upon  the  man  he  gasps  loudly  —  in  fear,  in  shock  —  mostly  in  disbelief.  ❛  you  —  how,  i…  killed  you!  ❜    

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     BOOK STARTERS VOL.46    THE YEAR OF THE FLOOD    MARGARET ATWOOD

❛ What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question. ❜

❛ Maybe that’s what love is: it’s being pissed off. ❜

❛ You can forget who you are if you’re alone too much. ❜

❛ Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God. ❜

❛ Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly.  ❜

❛ We must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there’s nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing. ❜

❛ Everyone wants to feel like a princess, and princesses are selfish and overbearing. ❜

❛ We shouldn’t have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young. ❜

❛ How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it. ❜

❛ Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering: Mine! Mine! ❜

❛ All creatures know that some must die ; that all the rest may take and eat. ❜

❛ Is this the image of a god? My tooth for yours, your eye for mine? ❜

❛ Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance. ❜

❛ Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we’re about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy? ❜

❛ Love is useless, it leads you into dumb exchanges in which you give too much away, and then you get bitter and mean. ❜

❛ Maybe sadness is a kind of hunger. Maybe the two go together. ❜

❛ Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody – a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules. ❜

❛ If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, try jumping off the roof: death’s a sure-fire method for stopping time. ❜

❛ You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them. ❜

❛ I’m fine, for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in. ❜

❛ Because if you can’t wish, why bother? ❜

❛ It’s better to hope than mope! ❜

❛ Reality has too much darkness in it. Too many crows. ❜

❛ In any case, time is not a thing that passes, it’s a sea on which you float. ❜

❛ I know I’m deceiving myself, but I prefer to deceive myself. I desperately need to believe such pure joy is still possible. ❜

❛ Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered. ❜

❛ Behind my eyelids I saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green eyes and canine teeth, and curly wool instead of fur. It opened its mouth, but it did not speak. Instead, it yawned. ❜

❛ ‘Why can’t I believe?’ I asked the darkness. ❜

❛ Everyone’s too sad for everything. ❜

❛ If you can’t stop the waves, go sailing. ❜

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devlgoat​:

𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝐑𝚨𝐈𝐍  𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝚮𝐄𝚨𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮  𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝚨𝐈𝐑  𝐖𝚨𝐒  𝚮𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐃.  in  a  way  to  keep  himself  hidden  from  onlookers  lucio  wore  a  wretched  black  cloak  to  hide  his  countenance.  nothing  at  all  befitting  for  himself.  he  did  not  require  a  need  for  a  doctor—yet  he  was  now  in  front  of  what  he  believed  to  be  the  residence  of  doctor  devorak,  affectionately  known  as  jules  to  the  former  count  of  vesuvia.  he  gave  a  soft  rap  to  the  door  and  looked  around  as  he  waited  for  it  to  open—if  it  would  open.     /     @plaige​

 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝,  𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰  —  he  was  much  to  tall  to  make  himself  fit  through  the  front  door,  he  found  himself  bundled  up  by  the  fire,  he  had  rid  himself  of  his  wet  clothes  and  sat  wondering  when  mazelinka  would  be  home  —  hoping  soon  as  he  holds  his  moaning  stomach.  the  rap  at  the  door  gives  him  a  start,  sending  him  to  his  feet  —  his  head  hits  the  ceiling  and  he  groans  in  pain,  silently.  he  approaches  the  door  and  said  in  a  pitch  he  hoped  sounded  vaguely  similar  to  mazelinka.  ❛  who  is  it  at  this  hour?!  ❜