The pictures go wild in a rush of wind

Armand/Amadeo enthusiast

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The Death of Riccardo

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Our Oldest Friend and our Divine Violinist

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One last dance for Nicki

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Not like this, we can't part. We can't leave each other in hatred

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Overworked tired angel duties

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It's alarming, honestly how charming he can be Fooling everyone telling them he's having fun

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Ecstasy of Saint Amadeo

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Yes, perfect mortal raiment, and yet he seemed all the more supernatural, his face too dazzling, his dark eyes fathomless and just for a split second glinting as if they were windows to the fires of hell. And when his voice came it was low and almost teasing, forcing me to concentrate to hear it: All night you've been searching for me, he said, and here i am, waiting for you. I have been waiting for you all along

18th century clothing is whatever you want it to be

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One tiny Amadeo in the darkness

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"Whats killed your love? Was it the things I did? That i brought the man here who slew my brothers? Or that i died and saw such wonders? Answer me"

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Pilgrimage from Amadeo to Armand

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Ganymede of the Blasphemers - Amadeo portrait