#ecletante

[urobros]

HE WAS  born with a snake for a heart  ,  cold  &  black  ,  spitting  &  striking at all that dare enter  .  roman godfrey was a haunted house  &  only malignant entities with pale eyes  &  dark hands made homes of him  .  the red rose of his mouth rots  &  parts  -  unbecome  -  unwind.  a foreign flash of vulnerability lands only fleetingly  ,  it will never settle for long  .  ‘   i have an ugliness  ,  it’s impossible to love  .    ‘  

@ecletante​

[lichorice]

❝ You’re distressed, I suppose, because of my little excursion into your territory. ❞

SENTENCE  STARTERS     ⊰    SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.

❝     it’d  do  you  wonders  not  to  assume,      ❞       an air of nonchalance in her tone,  yet eyes are lambent with distrust  –  there is something chillingly empty about those jade eyes of hers,   it seems misplaced when paired off with the tilt of her red lips.     ❝      it’s a hotel,  honey   —  you’re welcome to check in  &  check out any time you’d like.      ❞       the scent of her blood travels to countess  &  she acknowledges that she’s not worthy prey,   the only redeeming quality being the fact it is lined with magic.   

❝      but the penthouse suite is taken.    ❞     by her,  of course.     ❝      and it won’t be available for some time.  try the motel six down the street.     ❞

[dracomai]

                                             𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 + 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

[thesuprme]

❛❛  WHAT  IF  I  TELL  YOU ,  that  you  can  actually  execute  my  orders  without  opening  your  mouth  ?  ❜❜  a  hand-rolled  cigarette  burned  out  after  the  supreme witch  had  pinched  it  with  her  bare  fingers.  ❛❛  and  another  thing,  though  ...  is  there  something  you  want  to  share  with  me  ?  ❜❜  a  flick  of  her  lighter  echoed  within  the  space  between   them.  ❛❛  something   connected  to  your  skills  ?  ❜❜

STARTERCALL  !  /      @ecletante

[dracomai]

“ God wishes he were me. ”

❛     TOO BAD HE DOESN’T EXIST.     ❜     he is acrasial in his demeanor     ,     acerbic in tone when damning the all mighty creator with doubts of his existence     .     eyes squinting     ,     acerate and reptilian as if the very topic in itself set him with unease and vague annoyance     .     (     like a demon with a deep rooted fear of holy water and the trinity     )     his profane ideologies came with ease     ,     there was no savior in the malfoy home     .     only those condemned and accursed     .     yet the horrors within were sacrosanct in their own right     .     they are the serpentigenas     ,     sprung from the bellies of pompous ophidians wearing human skin     .     their venom demands reverence     .     they are their own gods     ,     it’s in their motto     :     THEY     WILL     ALWAYS     CONQUER     .

❛     bold of you to deitize yourself     ,     ain’t that blasphemy     ?     ❜

[spiravit]

      “ WHAT’S IT LIKE ? “    everything outside of these walls ...     he’s got no clue ,  no idea what's in store aside from the rows upon rows of houses across & down the street that as the years pass ,    and the  occupants  that  are  held  within  change ,                       seem  to  become  more  and  more  like ghosts themselves .   “ my sister says that the ocean seems like it goes on forever when you look at it–   that some waves get taller than our house in the arctic . “     /    @ecletante  ♥‘d  for a starter

[missvenable]

          “I don’t know what Mr. Langdon told you, but this my outpost and I have been trying to instill a certain natural order here.”

@ecletante was owed a starter when i first made this blog but im slow im sorry

[unalived]

     ❝ YES, YOU DO seem quite familiar. Though I’m afraid I cannot place you. Is this of some significance to your storming in here? ❞

@ecletante