#darkset

[misslkerrigan]

[federicafferrari]

Old but gold portrait taken by @cristina.tiureanphoto for dark project Mua and hair: @refka.dho #portrait #portraitphotography #fineart #darkphotography #darkset #darkness #portraiture #instaportrait #vscoportrait #vscoportraits #federicaferrarimodel (presso Foto Studio CReA) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5yx2wNoeST/?igshid=1bo755gbwqdou

[kesharraweston]

In love with this victoria secret high waisted underwear and matching bra set. Now to model in this bad boy....#victoriassecret #model #fashionmodel #braandpantie #life #darkskingirls #darkset #pnw (at Tacoma, Washington)

[reksxia]

Dark souls art book scans #darksouls #ornstein #lightning #fromsoftware #artbook #scans #eliteknightset #knightset #darkset

[phoenixdecay-blog]

Darkset - Chapter 1

This is a promotion of my work. I wish to publish my written work so maybe this will get me somewhere

I was walking down the dark street, slowly taking in the beautiful night sky and the shimmering stars. There were no cars driving through the streets, no curtains were open and no one else was on the pavement. No lights were on inside the neatly rowed houses, either.

I was walking slowly, smiling softly to myself, as if I knew a secret, which no one else could get their hands on . . . Of course, this was not the case.

I slowly hummed to myself, the cold night air hugging me with friendly care. I, eighteen-year-old Midnight Summers, was on my way home, alone on the streets, in the middle of the night. On my way to my parents and a nice, warm bed . . .

Leisurely, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck started to stand on end. A slow breeze, which felt unnatural and hostile, caressed my body and I shivered, the eery feeling of I’m-being-watched, creeping up on me. The cold of the wind sank right into my bones.

"Midnight," the wind howled, my hair whipping across my face.

"Oh, my –" I breathed.

The wail of the wind was drawn out, but distinct. The wind was calling my name, I had no doubt.

"Midnight Summers," the wind moaned. "Come to me."

"Oh, hell no!" I screamed and dropped my coat, as I started running down the street.

I heard footsteps behind me and panicked.

"Get away from me!" I shouted.

"I want you," the wind cried.

My foot hooked on a piece of stone, where the pavement had cracked, and I collapsed to the ground, throwing my hands in front of me to break the fall. Before I could get up, a hand closed over my mouth and its partner pulled me to my feet. Swiftly, the hand which was not on my mouth, pulled both my hands behind my back and held them there, in a secure, vice-like grip. The long, pale, spider-like fingers over my mouth were warm and soft, as if the person holding me was a pianist. The fingers were tightly pressed against my lips and I felt the person behind me shudder.

I moaned, tears starting to drip down my cheeks.

I’m going to die. This man’s going to kill me, I thought.

The man brought his lips to near my ear and whispered: "Midnight, calm down."

It wasn’t the voice I had heard in the wind. It was another voice. Deep, warm and gentle. I shivered and he continued: "I won’t hurt you."

I sobbed into his hand and he pulled me tighter to him, saying: "I give you my word, I will not harm you."

I nodded, to let him know that I understood.

"If you promise not to scream, nor to run, I shall let you free. Agreed?"

I nodded, again, furiously, it felt like the joints in my neck would shatter.

First, he let go of my hands and then he dropped his hand from my mouth.

I bolted without hesitation.

"MIDNIGHT!" the wind boomed, as I ran, sobbing.

Shaken, but intact, I arrived at my home. I walked to the kitchen and found a letter on the fridge, which read:

Midnight

Your father and I went into the city, for dinner with some friends. There’s some salad and ham for you, in the fridge. See you later tonight, or tomorrow morning.

Mommy

I wanted to cry. I was home alone . . . with what had just happened? I ran up to my room and grabbed my pajamas. I stormed into the shower and took a long, hot, steamy shower, to calm my nerves. The water washed away the last of the cold, but I could not get rid of the lingering sensation the man’s fingers had left. It was terrible and pleasant at the same time.

After this, I went to bed and tucked myself in.

They can’t get in here . . . You’re safe, now . . . You’re gonna be all right . . .

If only I had known how wrong I had been . . .