#corvussiin

[tryumerisch]

"I love you, come marry me for real" says desperation

      ❋⊱ It was not by far unusual for Julius to make strange, selfish, plain impossible requests, preferably as unnecessarily dramatic as possible. Flammen rarely ever outright refused, though out of politeness or simply because he didn’t quite care enough to, few people could say.        “That is rather sudden. Did something happen?”

[diivided-blog]

corvussiin

            crimson hues had glanced at one single shop, making them stop midway, bumping into a few civilians. unlike their sibling, the dark glow that shaped them wasn’t a problem- even if religious ones would often call Nocturna the title of child of the devil. a title that made them laugh each time they heard it. little did they knew she was child of no DEVIL, but the Moon itself.                 staring at the shop, they couldn’t help but to admire the beautiful dresses, some made of silk and lace. on a daily basis, the entity would have never stopped for something so insignificant, but those dresses... there was something about them that made them want to see them, touch them. and it was that foreign need that made their feet move unconsciously- walking towards the door as pale hands opened it softly. maybe they could buy a dress for themselves and their beloved twin.

[deprxfundis]

corvussiin

     sitting on the jetty, their legs swung in the air and their feet touched the sea surface, wetting but drying as soon as they come out the water. The port was still full of people moving from here to there and from there to here, barely stopping to rest or breathe. The Entity could not understand the reasons behind all that haste: wouldn’t it be better to take some more time for ourselves, letting our thoughts move together with the waves? Who knew. There were lessons humans had not learned yet, and the road to follow was still long. 

     For the time being, See would just wait for a quieter moment so that they could dive and come back to their island.

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do u even sleep omfg

*bruce banner voice* that’s the secret, I’m always asleep.

[hiiddeneyes]

corvussiin

     he hated it. Staying still for so long as the tailor measured the length of literally every part of his body - a very uncomfortable position, he dared say - was starting hitting on his nerves. But there was a feast right behind the corner and Elliot had insisted to make his servant to have a proper new suit; and here he was now, his arms stretched, looking at the man as he worked.

[vitavitri]

corvussiin

     “yes, I make the dresses all by myself. It's a bit of a nuisance sometimes, but I do the best I can." His sewing skills were not the best - the main reason why he never made stuffed animals and all that stuff; the final results would be awful - but he was glad someone appreciated his job. And this man looked quite like an expert, truth be told.

[countxss]

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        ❝Julius! What are you trying to do? You're going to hurt yourself--- or worse, get us in trouble.❞         

[cruelvanity]

             ”Dearest Irena, my moon, my star, my love. How if I may with my humble self present you with a  bouquet of red roses as to please you on St Valentines day” With that being sad a bouquet of blooming red roses were held in front of her as he knelt on a knee; like a knight ready to charm his queen. If only one would know that he would always be far from a knight — too coward and full of injustice and immorals. “May you be my Valentines for today? I wanted to present you with a lock of my hair kept in a box but I was lucky enough to get our gardener cut these roses from mother dearest’s garden.”  

        A soft gasp escaped lips, one hand raised to be placed upon her chest, resting against the diamond that dangled from the heavy necklace she wore. The sight before her was so very endearing, so very heartwarming and she knew right then and there that there would be no other man in this world that could make her feel that EXACT way. The light of blue’s settled on the dressmaker’s face, following the fine lines of his features till they rested on his gaze, the way he smiled at her, the way he held herself; knelt before her for she WAS his Queen and even if he’d never be the traditional Knight to her he’d always be, HER Knight shrouded in Darkness whereas she, the Queen would reign through the Abyss and so they would live. Leaning forward, hands extended, she took the bouquet from his hold, lifting it up to her own form.       “Oh Julius Abraham Taylor, words fail me to properly showcase my utter joy for this surprise. The roses are gorgeous, everything is perfect.” Holding the bouquet tightly against her chest, the smile upon her face only grew wider. When a thought came to her, she knelt down herself, using one hand to pull up the various layers of dress. The bouquet was for the moment placed on the ground next to her, so she could have both hands free to cup the male’s face into her palms.

        “I very much would love to be your Valentine. You know I wouldn't want it any other way.” And she’d lean forward to press a gentle kiss upon lips opposite of her own, allowing it to linger for a while before she retreated, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Indeed, she truly would have not wanted it any other way. This was just perfect. "I still expect a lock of your hair though!" Was added lightheartedly.