#dominavulpis

[robespierrem-blog]

dominavulpis replied to your post: me: still thinking abt adding lafayette to my...

*chin hands*

dont u fuckin encourage this

[robespierrem-blog]

Get this gay shit off my dashboard.

sorry babes, nothing but gay shit here 24/7/365 xx

[patervulpis]

❝ they say it’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. just love the lust, you’ll have the leap without the fall. ❞

@dominavulpis​ ♡’d this for a starter || washington square by the correspondents

[patervulpis]

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU MORE.

[patervulpis]

DENOUNCE THE JACOBINS. VIVE LE ROI.

[rosewrists]

@dominavulpis liked for teddy on the second of may:

❝ dad, tell me again. about mum. ❞ the second of may again. not a good day for either lupin. even now, after nineteen years, it feels the same as it always does. he's back home, always back home for today, sitting with his dad on the squashiest sofa in the living room. neither of them have been saying much, and the mugs of tea on the coffee table in front of them have long gone cold. he knows his dad is sad --- he is too --- but he also knows that his mum wouldn’t have wanted them to mourn her like this for so long. there is a time for mourning, and perhaps that time has passed now. ❝ just tell me about her. anything. ❞

[patervulpis]

dominavulpis replied to your post: What are some rp trends that you despise? When do...

you’re going to mt. vernon? ��

yes and you’re going to have to pour water down my throat so i don’t die of dehydration from all the Tears

[patervulpis]

with the tender contact comes a tranquility so radical he nearly forgets his own name. it’s a sense of peace he’d gone years without in separation from his darling mother - and even that didn’t quite compare. he is bundles of raw nerves, a life that seemed to have spindled out of control into an abyss that seemed bottomless. he knows that one day he will crash, and the sensation of falling will be replaced with an irrevocable damage, leaving him little more than a corpse lost to the ages within the void he’s built for himself. for now though… for now, john makes falling feel more like flying. was that as dangerous as his father made it seem, if he was already doomed? not to say that john is only a reprieve. he loves him more ardently than he has ever loved anyone or anything in this lifetime. much more than a mere distraction, john is one of the few reasons his heart continues to pump blood through his miserable body.

charles’ head tips into the hand, long eyelashes falling against indelibly flushed cheeks as his eyes close. he wants to stay here forever. in the sanctum that is their apartment, in john’s arms, the ground feels so far away that he needn’t even worry about it. they are safe, a pair of children giddy all curled up in the perfect hiding place. just like when he was a child, he finds himself hiding from john adams in a closet. it’s funny how everything seems to play on an endless loop.

charles allows himself to lean in, coiling his still tremoring self against the wider chest of the younger man. every point of contact feels holy, sets his nerves alight in a scream for more. ❝ i don’t know, ❞ he mumbles, his head turning to hide against john’s shirt. he feels stupid for his confusion, though he knows his lover would never see it that way. john somehow has blinded himself to innumerable faults. he would rather seem vacuous in his silence than in ignorance. no matter what people said, there was always a correct answer.

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