#aristocisme

[douxaime]

‘    ------------    tell me  ,  darling   ,    have you forgotten how it feels to       SMILE        ?     ‘          words poised ‘pon GOLDEN tongue  ,  there is a SHIMMER lost within the depths of his eyes  ,  a mournful note in the rise of his lips  .  the sunlight glistens upon his skin  ,   he radiates LIFE and LIGHT even when sorrow falls heavy from his words  .

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[concrid-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

        [  edelstein, roderich  ]                I have not had a reason too lately.  I was unaware this bothered you? 

meme. ac.  // @aristocisme.

[huszarium]

“Darling heart, I loved you from the start.”

                 ( STARTERS ) // accepting

                        never could it have been imagined that this bellicose war-hawk could ever know the dove’s serenity, for the war-mongering attitude she was once reared upon made her seem devoid of any gentle touch. again, erzsébet has proven the masses so entirely wrong. a palm glides with ease against ivory cheekbones, locks of brown ever so gingerly seized between callused fingertips, and forested hues speak of nothing apart from the  DEVOTION  &  ADORATION  for him that she somehow couldn’t ever seem to voice well enough …

                     ‘   — and my biggest regret will always be not having loved you sooner.   ’   rose-tinted lips curve into the most tranquil smile whilst she simply beholds him in her gaze, the glittering bank of the danube beside them now completely past recollection. ( in this moment,  you are more  HUMAN  than you have ever been.  )   ‘  i hope the years ahead will be all the more loving to us, my dear.   ’

[teutonicborn-blog]

                    ‘OH,     funny. i don’t remember addressing you.’     harsh words were dealt with just as sharp look. fingers tighten a bit on her upper arms, a sigh shifting through her nostrils as eyes shut.     ‘what do you want?’     it wasn’t the tone a mother would take. it was much too cold, demanding.     eyebrows furrowed a bit with no sign of restriction on her face. not even the slightest bit resided behind closed eyelids.

@aristocisme // starter call     (     a.     )