La Danseuse - Stéphanie Di Guisto
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La Danseuse - Stéphanie Di Guisto
* & atrocitaes
❛ I’M TERRIBLY ILL. ❜ she’s not, but prior she’d managed to fling herself into such a tantrum that something feverish & wild had been roused from her. she presses a clammy palm against her damp forehead & whines emphatically.
❛ YOU SHOULD BE NICER TO ME —— because i’m sick. you can’t be awful to someone who’s sick. ❜
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Air flowed through the throat as it would through foliage , and with it , came the furrowed brow . Rustling , rustling . His heart could barely palpate , his tongue rested in his mouth weighted by lead . Guillaume sights were low — shame that easily wore the skin of torpor .
❝ I’m sorry … ❞ He sunk his slim fingers into a bowl that sat on the nightstand , wrung a white damp towel and folded it . Slow movement’s gentility mimicked the manner in which he delicately cared for porcelain statues of the Virgin , fearful and meek . He went to move the hand on her forehead by dragging her wrist to the temple — laid the towel in its place . ❝ I will be better . ❞
❝ Ban , c’est une petite ville — nous avons entendu qu’une femme russe passerait . V - Vous ne me connaissez pas , mais , j’ai tant de questions pour vous ... ❞
Frail extremities clasped their pallor ‘ round filed papers , sheet music , paired next to the thigh . He knew little of Russia beyond ermine and elegiacs . Guillaume was rapt with its mystery — scenes of Le Sacre du printempts , Russian nymph - like girls bowing in a single line . Was there any of it left in her , its mysticism ?
* & ❛ @viduamor
i’m gonna redo guy’s icons ... .. . ... . .. .. saint catherine give me the strength .. . ..
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* & honeyact
FEET LAND UPON HOLY land and she knows her heart should halt in its race, but it does not so long as the platinum locks draw attention, so long as guns can find the familiar shade of red of her favorite lipstick, she would find no peace even in god’s temple. desperate to FLEE, she slips where she’s not supposed to, cold stone and the air heavy, like a breath on her neck.
she nearly slips then, a sound startling her she’s holding her purse as if it were a weapon, blinking wildly into the dark. ❛ who’s there ?! ❜
@sacrosick ⁽ 🌹 ⁾ starter call. *
His intrigue came twofold , through the melodious and effete voice — then , foreign tongue . He felt a chill whistle up his sternum , the constant crippling fear of everything around him left him in paralysis . Guillaume’s jaw was unmoved , as if cemented so by the hands of God himself . The wooden railing had lodged a splinter through his palm , mollifying his mind . It caused him to wince , eyes staring at the stairs ‘neath him .
❝ Mademoiselle ? ❞ A stream of blood had wound circumference of the rail , one droplet hitting the tip of his oxford shoe . ❝ Th — … This is Guillaume . I live in the monastery next door . ❞ By the time he’d descended his right thumb had blotted up the gore , pressured the perforation it made in flesh . ❝ Who are you ? How did you get inside ? ❞
* & atrocitaes
a small hand furls tightly around a HUMAN MOLAR – NOT HER OWN. she blanches. withers. ❛ ———— ce n’est rien. i have nothing, monsieur. ❜
❝ Hmph … ❞ Examining her lightsome knee-height make , he made note of telling gestures . ❝ I was quiet when I was young as you , Adelyn . I’m not sure I was as secretive . ❞ Guillaume descended duly , his neck extending to permit the PRYING scope eyes bore .
* & targetfed
lips part, thoughtful to melodic prose. ❛ devrions-nous recommencer? ❜
❝ Seulement si vous voulez … Vous m ' avez déjà impressionné , madame . ❞ Wan — gaunt fingers made fast their preparation , steadying to mark time at her behest .
* & @godleir
❝ ... You can feed him if you’d like , the weak runt there . ❞
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❝ P’tite fille … ç’est quoi tu as dans ta main ? Pourquoi tu tiens si fort ? ❞
* & @moonjeweled
❝ I understand suffering as a GIFT … Is it so strange ? I give it to God to repent . ❞