#basilisms

[meibatsu-prax]

i luv sweet potatoes

basil, 2018

[meibatsu-prax]

It sounds fun and spooky!

basil’s solution to everything -- but really it just betrays her own desires

[yellowjonquils-blog]

@basilisms Crystal glasses tinkle as they clink against one another, the champagne fizzes with each tap, protesting its being disturbed, and the laughter as crystal as the glasses. Pretty women with pretty faces, fresh perfumes – the older they get the heavier these scents, to mask the breath, the age. He takes it all in his stride however, kissing the wrinkled hand of wealthy women, letting his eyes rake over the young ones, feeling the burn of the eyes of boys and the breath of suspicion of their fathers. All very amusing, all lots of fun. Ever the gentleman. He excuses himself from present company and crosses the room, eyes on the table of champagne bottles – some open, some closed – and food. There he stands for a moment, shoving a little canape into his mouth as he fills his glass again. Really, someone ought to be doing it for him, but Dorian Gray knows a little about satisfying his own wants. He knows about slumming it. It is then that he catches a man a the door, a familiar profile, a familiar head of hair. And over he goes. ‘Dear Basil, fancy seeing you here, I should imagine it’s been quite some time since you showed your face, hm? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in over a year.’ Dorian, on the other hand, has, a golden glow to his skin.

[skovbarn-blog]

「 basilisms」

      A SHOWER AND A WARM MEAL. That’s all she wants, all she needs in the world. People keeping giving her such a look when she asks if they need any work done, she is only trying to do the right thing! A hand extends to stop the man, she looks at him with wide eyes.                                   “Do you know somewhere I can eat -- preferably for free?”

[niightfallen]

basilisms | STARTER CALL;

As unoriginal as it was, Catherine loved the  Autumn Fair, when the village exploded with  lights and smells and she could suddenly feel free again — for a while, at least, without the overwhelming grip of her Coven squeezing her throat.                     As villagers and peasants strolled around, emptying their pockets to fill their carts, Catherine stopped in front of a series of  portraits, scattered on a wooden stand, and  smiled.

                    “They're beautiful.”

[worthyofadoration]

{ the man who painted Dorian }

 ❝I am an artist, dear lady. I do believe it is              quite against our very nature to be happy.❞

' Mister Hallward, you mustn't say that!  It's Christmas eve, there's so much to  be happy about! '