Declan Bourgoine

Declan is the leader of the Revelations, the protectors of Roma.  

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Kiss someone like it's the last one you give.

Mattéo Bonnet

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                            but I promise you this:

I’ll ALWAYS look out for you.

                                 that’s what I’ll do 

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Our world is full of the ghosts of unspoken words and memories.

Could You Ever Live Without? (via story-dj)

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“I’m pretty sexy when I’m resentful” Damon Salvatore

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coldcalliope

Calliope nearly opened her eyes until Declan instructed otherwise. She slowed in time with him, taking in the final moments of a night she could not have expected to end so soon– so tragically. Calliope was not prepared, but she kissed him deeply anyway.

Their lips touched, his heart weighing heavy as the kiss sealed his night. “Thank you.” He whispered, his hands lifting from her face just as they dissolved with a breeze of wind. “Find someone with just as much passion as you, Calliope.” He breathed, lips parting farther away from hers as he moved up. “I’ll never forget you.” his voice merely a gush of wind, as his lips pressed a kiss upon her forehead. And then, Declan was gone.

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coldcalliope:

Calliope hadn’t recognized the adjustment in intensity until she realized her fingers were desperately weaved in Declan’s hair. His hands were a welcome warmth against her cheeks and she leaned into him, matching his fervor with her own.

Declan peeked through his eyelashes, only to spot a horror inflicting moment as his skin had become transparent. His kisses slowed, hands moving down to her arms. “Close your eyes.” Declan spoke, his lips moving against hers as he spoke, the kisses turning more slowly.

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coldcalliope:

She should have questioned it, should have asked, should have let her mind force her to pull away and demand just what he meant by it, but she wouldn’t. Even if this was truly the only night she would spend with Declan, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. One night was enough. Forever would have been better, but one night was enough.

His severely damaged heart was beating too fast than Declan was familiar with. Shred apart by the shrapnel of a bullet that eventually made it’s way into it during his passing moment. Declan decided to let go that very moment, cupping the woman’s face in between his hands as lips passionately brushed over hers.

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coldcalliope:

Confused was an understatement. Calliope could not process what was happening quickly enough to understand why Declan had become so terrifyingly upset. She didn’t understand what it meant. She didn’t want to ask. “I agreed to spend your last night with you,” she stated softly. Granted she had no idea what that meant, either. “Whatever that means,” she breathed, “I’ll be with you until you have to go.” 

The woman had no idea how serious the situation was, which should have been a relief. But he dreaded the moment he would just up and vanish in the morning or if he would slowly fade away in the last few hours. His mind desperately told him, forced him to tell her the truth, but her lips sealed his into silence and just this once Declan allowed himself to be carried away in the moment.

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coldcalliope:

As quickly as she had forgotten the world around them, it all came crashing back down, the sudden noise deafening, the color flooding through her parting lashes absolutely blinding. She could breathe again, but with breath came a sharp sinking dread in her chest. Perhaps the decision to let go had been a terrible one. Perhaps she should have let her mind stop her. “What do you mean?”

Declan did not know how to cope with any of these things. He had never been in a situation similar like this one, where he actually cared. Slowly his hands broke apart from her face, a whimpering breath leaving his lips. How could he possibly explain everything to her without sounding insane or like he was making up the worst excuse in human history? “Because I won’t be here anymore when the sun rises.”

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coldcalliope:

There was a certain stillness that lingered around them. Calliope’s mind didn’t race, not even to explain how several hours was hardly justification for this moment. She didn’t care. For once she felt alive. Warm. Content. As though the turmoil, with which she was so frequently surrounded, had dissipated. Arms wrapped around his back, closing the minute distance between them as her lips parted beneath his. Calliope’s heartbeat steadied, her focus solely on Declan. 

He didn’t want this. The feeling inside his chest that made him feel incredibly guilty. In less than five hours, this woman, this angel had both stolen his heart and made him feel  responsible for hers. It was the responsibility that made him part their lips, a pained expression resting on his features. “I can’t.” Declan breathed, his head moving away yet his hands stayed on the side of her face, an inner conflict on who to listen to. “I can’t do this to you.”

[story-dj]

God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.

Ernest Hemingway (via story-dj)

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The time spent with you was so little. But I got to know all of you.

draft of a book I’ll never write

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coldcalliope:

Calliope was caught in his gaze, discerning what was happening behind it. All her life had been spent skillfully avoiding the eyes of her family, the government, and anyone who got too close, yet here she stood– still and breathless. Calliope hardly knew how much she wanted someone to look at her the way Declan did until she became utterly lost in the azure irises across from her. The seconds passed slowly, though her perception of time quickened with her heartbeat once she registered what was happening. It was simple. Natural. Everything fell away.

It hadn’t been unlike any other kiss the man had shared in his mortal life. Where kisses had been for pleasure, to fill up the emptiness and simply to pass by the time that slowly ticked away. This time it wasn’t about all of that. The kiss made him feel like his heart was truly beating, time seemed to rush on by while the two of them stood frozen. It was all done with a simple kiss, and as that would have been something to scare him shitless when he was still alive, it now made him regrettably aware of the scar on his chest right above his heart that started aching as their lips touched. Had it not been for the distraction at hand, it would have made the man uncharacteristically sad. 

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coldcalliope:

“It’s a good one. You’re free to use it.” The sounds of a city fell away as though she had just been pushed underwater. Calliope wanted to gasp for air, but there was none. Her hand rested somewhere atop his hip as he pulled her close, cerulean irises meeting in a gaze she didn’t want to break. “Declan,” was all she managed to say, each letter falling out in a whisper.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It wasn’t the plan for this to have happened. Declan Bourgoine had lived his life taking care of his pleasures and needs. Never once had Declan had a serious relationship, a pet, or any kind of commitment. And then he died. It was true when they said that life flashed in front of your eyes just before you died and for Declan it had been a moment to reminisce what he could’ve had. And now he was back and he had no idea for how long. And it was the most cruel thing to have him fall in love with someone still of the mortal world. It was the most cruel thing of him to act upon the foreign feelings the woman called to the surface, and leave her to deal with the aftermath if he was to disappear. But in this moment, where oxygen seemed to matter little as she was all the air he needed, Declan finally let go and lived. 

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coldcalliope:

“She was a scream queen, that’s certain.” A laugh was cut off by the soft caress of his fingers over the soft skin of her hand. His smile was matched by her own, gaze averted only for a moment. “Yeah, me too.” Calliope looked up at him, expression somewhere between confused and enraptured. “I’ve never thought so, but I’m glad you do. You’re pretty amazing too, Declan. Honestly.”

“Scream queen. I need to remember that one.” Declan couldn’t help but to smile, pulling her intertwined hand closer to him to draw her near. “I’ve been told--” The man teased, lifting his free hand to brush auburn tresses behind her ear. “Yet you take the throne.” fingertips brushed over perfectly soft skin, traveling from her cheekbone to her jawline. “Calliope.” her name was murmured on thin lips, tasting of both desire and regret.

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lunaottali:

“And Ben?” Luna asked without even looking at Declan, Luna’s emotions had always been something she hid, she liked people to see the tough exterior but there was something about Ben and Declan that saw right through that, they knew well enough to know when she was simply pretending. There wasn’t anything she could hide from them.  

Thinking about Ben was hard for Luna, he had been her best friend for so many years, he and Declan had become her own created family soon after she walked away from her own. Loosing them both was something she still refused to accept. 

“So, this is just like a bad dream, where I’m going to wake up one day and you’ll be gone. Here one second gone the next” 

“Ben? You haven’t seen him? He’s probably under a bridge somewhere or something, being melodramatic.” Declan shrugged, folding his arms in front of his chest. “It doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad dream.” he replied, his sarcasm and humour gone now. It clearly wasn’t a conversation in which he wasn’t serious.  

“You can always see it as a good dream. A second chance, even if it’s a short one?” Declan continued, placing his hand upon her lower arm. “I’m here now.  Isn’t that what matters in the end?”