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Toulouse was taken aback when he had bumped into whoever was leaving Marie’s room. “Oh, sorry…” Shaking his head, his ears perked up when the stranger continued talking. “Oh, yeah… hey… you,” Toulouse smiled, unable to remember if he knew the man’s name or not. “We have, I believe. You’re the one with the nice shadow.”

Theo was fairly certain that they hadn’t talked long enough to exchange names, so he didn’t feel bad for not remembering. “Right, and you were wanting to sketch it.” He chuckled softly. “Are you headed in to see Marie?” He asked, wondering why exactly.

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Upper left: Berlioz, Marie, Toulouse Upper right: Berlioz, Marie, Toulouse Lower left: Berlioz learning piano Middle: Marie with a flower crown Lower right: Toulouse painting for the first time with Thomas @retrospectxve // @pxtitballet // @artistxque

[retrospectxve-old]

“I like your sense of humour,” Berlioz replies, chuckling as he clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Did you miss me?”

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[dpp-edits]

Berlioz, Marie, & Toulouse O'Malley Aesthetic ~ Requested by Allura

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[pxtitballet]

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[ text ll toulouse ] ;; did you not think i was thoughtful? i always give presents. art supplies are boring. that is all you ever want. i needs to be more exciting. there isn’t anything else you want? [ text ll toulouse ] ;; what about that girl friend of yours? should i get her a gift too? [ text ll toulouse ] ;; you do not need to get me anything. you talking to me is a gift in itself. 

[nixregalis-old]

Toulouse + Claire

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[pxtitballet]

The room had fallen dark, the young Marie keeping herself asleep. She had taken the medicine before, a small drop in her tea to soothe her dreams. They once boasted how well the herbs had worked, how they would easily place you in a trance where you could sleep with ease. But it had not worked, hardly even kept her asleep at night. Twisting under the sheets, her mind spiraled down a dark hole of endless nightmares. Sweat dripped down her forehead, teeth grinding as images popped up. Marie could see it over and over, a replay of her traumatic event as a child. She knew it was silly now, a reminder of the past they all sought to move on from. But she could never forget as the sound of their voices were too prominent in her dreams. It was the faces that scared her the most, a simple glance as she felt their eyes strangling her. She always tried to run, run and hide from them all. But they would always find her, drag her out from under the dresser and -- SCREAM! That was always when her heart skipped a beat and her body propelled out of bed, her voice echoing screams about the room.

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[dpp-edits]

Toulouse O’malley and thea Hades Aesthtic ~ Bad Enough For You

Hey, thanks for the number I'm not gonna call you 'Cause that won't work You like to play hide-and-go-get-her You like me better when I play the jerk I wanna be good, good, good to you But that's not, not, not your type So I'm gonna be bad for you Tonight, tonight, tonight I'll misbehave if it turns you on No Mr. Right if you want Mr. Wrong I'll tell you lies If you don't like the truth

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