━━ blood & gold.

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👀👀👀 MMM. 😍😍 OKAY. 💦💦 MASTER!!

@deauvergne

looking  back  on  my  2000  years ,   i  realize  92%  of  my  regrets  involve  you

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Daddy?

@deauvergne

that’s  Master(TM)  to  you

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numinousdread:

@quietnobility:

#[aristocratic sobbing]  i went to replenish the shrine for TWMBK and dissociated for 250 years

delete

then  i  kept  trying  to  paint  you  but  none  of  these  portraits  could  be  as  angry  with  me  as  the  Real  Amadeo(TM)  so  that  took  another  112  years

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shut  up  lestat ,   we’re  not  gonna  talk  about  ages 

shut  up  lestat ,   we’re  not  gonna  talk  about  ages

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numinousdread:

quietnobility:

deauvergne:

numinousdread:

deauvergne:

hi my name is lester delicourt and i can’t wait to see what santino claus brings me this year !!

this triggers me and i’m calling khayman & marius RIGHT NOW.

ok but ask marius why he won’t answer my texts

i  can’t  hear  any  of  you ,   i’m  too  busy  painting  dicks  on  the  walls

is that why you didn’t come back for 500 years ??

no .   this  is  why

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deauvergne:

numinousdread:

deauvergne:

hi my name is lester delicourt and i can’t wait to see what santino claus brings me this year !!

this triggers me and i’m calling khayman & marius RIGHT NOW.

ok but ask marius why he won’t answer my texts

i  can’t  hear  any  of  you ,   i’m  too  busy  painting  dicks  on  the  walls

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@numinousdread​:

       @quietnobility​ seems to think I have no qualms with getting out the ol’AXE and paying him a nice nostalgic visit

       marius :   / WAR  FLASHBACKS

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@numinousdread​:

         oh so your TED talks are more important than me now ???

       they  never  leave  until  i  CLOSE  THE  WINDOW

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@numinousdread​:

quietnobility started following you

       shhh  i’m  watching  TED  Talks  

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when u try to teach ur son about a new recipe site & instead of gratitude and admiration u just get roasted: @iindiscriminate

[4:32:19 PM] { ♚ → LESTAT }: how have i gone my entire life [4:32:22 PM] { ♚ → LESTAT }: without knowing about this [4:32:37 PM] rock the (cas)bah.: [marius voice] let me tell you my secrets [4:32:52 PM] { ♚ → LESTAT }: marius you can't even eat [4:33:01 PM] rock the (cas)bah.: listen punk

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” / you disagree; they’re more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. /rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ”/ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. /you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings./ “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / “they say your name is death.” / all-consuming passion. / “what are you waiting for?” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness.

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[marius voice] when will my sons stop biting boobs 

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Have you ever heard something more beautiful?

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someone: we both said some things we didn't mean

me, thinking about how i was right and absolutely meant everything i said: ......... sure did, pal

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@faceofabotticelliangel:

      Amadeo had been musing on the last time that the both of them had been present for one of Bianca’s nightly events, recalling how one of the endless suitors of their lovely friend had been shamed by the other guests into leaving and banned from further invitation. But Marius’ eyes caught the boy’s eyes, as they always did, the clearness of the cerulean gaze, the thoughtfulness of them. If they did not already suspect his devotion, everyone surely saw it in the way which he shadowed the renown Maris de Romanus off the gondola and into the Venetian hall. 

“You are not like other men at all, Master.” He replied, and he knew Marius was speaking in that intimate voice, the one which only his ears could catch. It fanned some quiet flame within his youthful body. “You are as above men as one can become. But I do wonder sometimes, are you troubled by some past which you haven’t the strength to tell?” 

SILENT IS THE RAGE WHICH FILLS HIM, a web half-spun in guilt (as above men as one can become -- already he has fooled the child) and half in centuries’ old resentment (for his burdens, his losses.) but to display such agony upon his marble features would be an insult to their host. thus, the smile at his lips seems, to their mortal audience, filled with pride for his young apprentice. marius, however, is not amused. 

                   ❛ amadeo ━━━ ❜

       how long has he carried the burdens of his past? how long has he yearned for a companion, a lover conscious of his duty to Those Who Must Be Kept, and equally as rational?  (they are not Gods; no holiness comes from praying at their feet.) and yet this boy dares to question him? ah, yes -- he lacks the strength and inclination to share the entirety of his story with amadeo, because of his radiating innocence! 

              ❛ ━━━ must you make a mockery of me? must you torment me with your careless inquiries? ❜  for the boy knows of his desire for secrecy (surely he has heard the whispers, mortals mystified  by him and his palazzo, never finding answers) and still amadeo not only sees his master’s weariness, but also boasts of his realization? 

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