Jan 9, 2021
We’re Brayshaw, baby. We want, we get. No exceptions.
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We’re Brayshaw, baby. We want, we get. No exceptions.
Nino sat at the piano, eyes closed, head tilted to the side, as his fingers flew over the keys. He was a sight to behold with his gruesome tattoos, countless scars, and that perfectly sculpted, emotionless face. I was sure no matter how long I’d live, I would never see anything more breathtaking than Nino forcing wondrous notes out of my piano. The perfect composition battled with the unhinged notes, and then suddenly, inexplicably, they were no longer fighting for dominance. They wound around each other and it was more perfect together than any calculated symphony could ever be because it carried longing and hope, fear and resignation, love and hate. It carried it all, and I couldn’t protect myself from it.
Everyone thought he was inhuman. Incapable of feeling. Resistant to emotion. Sick. Unwell. A machine.
the song of achilles / circe.
for a hundred generations, i had walked the world drowsy and dull, idle and at my ease. i left no prints, i did no deeds. even those who had loved me a little did not care to stay.
Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.
read in 2019 — the sweetest oblivion, danielle lori.
All my life I’d thought becoming Capo would be the biggest triumph of my life. Not the happiest day, because I hadn’t known true happiness. But now, as I met Aria’s loving gaze, I knew that she was my greatest victory. Only she brought happiness into days of blood and violence, only she could fill my dark world with light.
read in 2019 — luca vitiello, cora reilly.
They say forever waits for nobody, but I didn’t necessarily agree. If we could separate what was meant to happen from what could still happen, then forever would never be lost. It was merely altered. After all, forever was just another word. An unstable, ever-changing word. Only one thing could weather any storm and transcend time. Love.
read in 2019 — forever and never, ella fields.