#dulcisebrietatem

[hadncchoice]

Imagine your otp.

[astrapure-a]

@dulcisebrietatem​ for hoelander i mean homelander

     She’s never been to a gala like this before, a bit of what could seem like childish excitement on her features. Infinity Gem is just meant to walk around, mingle with some of the more fancier men, but instead where is she ? Walking about, taking some little sample of a fancy sandwich from one of the walking, suited men, a glass of wine in her other hand. Not much to be a drinker, but when you have the opportunity to taste rich people’s wine for FREE ? You try it!

     Except such glass is nearly spilled when she collides with another form, thankful most of the glass was empty save for one last sip, sandwich swiftly swallowed down in embarrassment.

     “Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to - “

Wait. . .is this. . .

[vyrulent]

@dulcisebrietatem liked this starter call || for anna

Lawrence had survived thirteen full moons since he’d been bitten by Bela and had managed to stay three steps ahead of the Count and his attempts at subjugating his kind. Seeing another -- a woman -- had taken him by surprise and he was silently cautious as he approached her. One could never be so certain that another was friendly.

“Are you alright,” Welsh accent underpinned his words as he stepped from the shadows. Clothes only slightly damp from the morning dew and skin only touched with small specks of animal’s blood. 

[kleineerde]

starter for @dulcisebrietatem (Erik) 

                     she   hears    the    ding   at    the    door   frowning    with    a    sigh.    she   needs    to    make   sure    the    door   is    locked    before   she    settles    into   her    daily    checks.   quickly,    she    glances   behind    her    before   looking    back    down   at    her    papers.   “We’re    closed    for   the    day.    We   open    tomorrow    morning   at    7:30.”

[seesgood]

she really shouldn’t be here. not in this bar. not with him. not with two --- three --- glasses of wine in her. it’s supposed to be an interview. casual. nothing that might set him off. and then after the first glass and a half she just gets...curious. and how could she not? he’s erik lehnsherr. he’s  m a g n e t o.  his file is thicker than almost any that she’s seen and it reads like a who’s who of historical douchebags who’s blood are all on his hands. 

❝ so...that’s a yes? ❞  she concludes, brow furrowing at him as he orders another drink. ❝ i would be terrified, you know? like...you’re so... ❞ she can’t quite find the word ( a symptom of the undeniable drunkenness that she’s long since succumb to ), ❝ and everything you’ve been through --- and you’re still just... ❞ she gestures vaguely with her hands, staring intently at them like the gesture is supposed to make sense. ❝ what’s it like? having power like that? i mean...to be able to do anything? ❞   

@dulcisebrietatem          /          continued ! 

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ? 𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 @dulcisebrietatem

[meisanimam]

“Believe it or no, I come in peace.” Palms are outstretched in a gesture of supplication, one hand offering what he can only hope is a suitable offering. He might have started taking cues from Henry - but a hot cocoa from Granny’s had never done any woman, be she welcome or not, harm. “I’m here to ask you a favor .. “ Words trail off as he lets it hang between them, eyes lighting up the slightest bit at the idea that she might say yes. To what end exactly, the sheriff wasn’t quite sure .. but Regina had insisted that he keep her in sight, so what better way then to take her under his wing, so to speak.

“Before you say no, let me add that this does have cinnamon.” Lanky form rests against the hood of his car, eyes squinting the slightest bit against the sunlight working its way across the roof of Granny’s. “You have to admit, you’ve caused more than your share of trouble since coming here. The least you can do is pay me back.”

@dulcisebrietatem (for emma!) s.c

[threadpull]

@dulcisebrietatem  //  alice  //  continued from

Barty just melts with a shiver in her hands, cheeks hot to the touch.  Physical affection means so much to him.  All the little brushes of skin on skin, they always make him tremble because he just feels so lucky to be close to people.  That’s what he pines for.  Being reached for.  Exactly like this, unprompted caring, carrying the simple idea that someone feels for him.  His hands meet hers, layering over them, just adding more contact.

It’s overwhelming, actually, to be bombarded by this sweetness all at once.  Kind words and kind hands.  Even if it is, in a manner, too much, it is a too much of the best kind.  How fortunate to be overstimulated by something so loving.  His eyes water.  He feels a bit dizzy.  Wonders if it’s really this alone, or if he simply hasn’t slept, or if he simply hasn’t eaten to the point that strong emotions threaten to knock him out.

He blinks through the tears and dark spots in his vision.  “You are.  Really giving me too much credit.”  His voice warbles, but his smile is so bright.  Maybe comparing him to the sun has some foundation in reality.  He certainly carries warmth with him, and he shares it with her now.  Barty wants to look away on reflex, to wipe his eyes, but he dares not pull away from her.  She can hold him forever.  He gently fingers along her knuckles, as if checking they are really there, checking she is there.  He never really knows.  Has to make sure.  Scared she might stop existing suddenly.  “All I am doing is vaguely living, you know, and that is not much work.”

Actually, it’s a lot of work for him.