#enormiti

[viiciieux]

faintly scalding

// @enormiti

Life had always been silent, just as he had been since his existence became a woven tragedy, and yet it seemed as though today was screaming; everything had been lit in a metaphorical light, one akin to a flame that refused to die. 

Perhaps it was simply anxiety weighing upon his shoulders, as it did on occasion, when times became too calm, as well as when times became too stress-filled, but something pressed upon him that there was an error in place, a glitch in the matrix, as his friends had joked when he brought it up shortly after their first class. 

Whatever the foreign feeling was, the teen was determined to leave it behind him and enjoy the day as it had been from the moment he awoke: beautiful and void of mocking glances and teasing jokes about his condition. It had been one of the nicer days since he had moved school. 

Rather, it had been. As he moved to leave his ended class, that wave of something truly unsettling washed over him, threatening to drown him beneath it’s weight, and he nearly choked as he turned to face the source of his constant anxiety throughout the overly calm day. 

With a set jaw and a glare in his uncovered cobalt orb, twin hands rose and began moving rapidly with one another, his mind having not caught up to warn him that the one he was signing frantically toward may be like the others, and not be able to understand him. 

                                  “Have you been following me? Are you                                   the reason I have been so unsettled the                                   entire day? I feel as though with every                                   corner I turn, you are there, on my bloody                                   heels! I have taken two semesters of this                                   class, and not once have I noticed you;                                   explain why you are so intent on driving                                   me insane, this instant!”

He always had been one to over-exaggerate and over-analyze.

[vincentiius-blog]

      A sigh birthed in the white of cigarette’s drag does the dark of brown view take to ebony and ivory of a body all too familiar in a love he’d not know otherwise. Certainly in the almost silence ---- save the rap tap of rain that knock against the pane of window, demanding certainly it not go ignored. ---- does nimble fingers curl the pearl of cuff, undo the pull and roll its sheet like body to rest in the fold of elbow.

    Clacks of a hard bottom’s shoe might be what gives him away as he take pace languid, so seemingly reluctant, toward that body that beckon but so certainly he does anyway, can’t think a reason beyond the many “why not’s” of mind. In which, pale faced digits take to the silk of his tight. Foreshadow the loosening of another knot and leave it lifeless around the collar. Click of a bourbon’s short glass to the top of other’s body.

    Shirt to find the row of three buttons removed, chest almost resemble something tan in the flicker of fire and candle, very contrast to reality. Mark of the beast peer from loose edge, claimed it’s space over that something deemed a “heart”.

    There’s a comfort never to be shared save in the irony of cold stained wood of bench. Winds do look unforgiving just beyond the manor of his. Thunder roar in want of attention, shakes the walls though never the noble. Lighting to follow when he’s nothing but a smirk to the matter otherwise.

    “Hellos” ring from piano in a manner too lively for his mood. Too lively for weather. Though he says his bidding back with every press of key, every note that raise only to lull once there lives a reminder of a world lost to him. And how consequently it is that, that damn demon not find more enjoyment than there’s rarities so gifted.

                                                   Vincent laughs.

    How very mad and reckless does it breath in rhythm of piano’s sung song. Then it might only bring to wonder if there’d every been a time where he wasn’t definitely mad? Hmm. . .  Eye falls to a corner view as he play.

          ❝Are you hiding,❞ There lives in the velvet of throat a chuckle. ❝No, surely not this. Come forward. Pray tell what you think of such a piece.

                              Sebastian Michaelis.❞

                                       @enormiti​

[eiiighteenth]

              { :: @enormiti :: }

               It’s on a whim, really. Why he does it. Or some strange way of cutting back the ever present and repulsive tangle of apprehension that sticks in his throat whenever this one is in the same room, and that can only be right, and that can only be the way one should feel when they’re waiting to be eaten alive by something like this one ‘Sebastian Michaelis’ sitting just opposite.

             It’s probably still not the brightest idea to choke out the orange eye of his cigar on that slight and peeking wrist of his, even still.

             “Tell me. Is this still something you even feel? I’d at least hope something with a title like yours wouldn’t balk at just a cigar burn, if feeling is still something you can do.”

[knightstrayed]

A flame dances, position upon a pedestal being devoured, held from two digits as a sign of greeting. "To be out so late as this... either lonesome or in love." Mirth plays his tone. "Though, hopefully, none such maladies are with you, stranger." His own breath with grey company keeps, and positions a favored toxin between lips.

             “Ha–maybe both of those things. Or maybe I’m just out              lookin’ for some fun. Guess it’s a mystery. But what              about you? Not like I usually see all that many people              out here after hours, y’know?” Not usually. Not often. Not              when the world outside is as starless as those eyes that              curiously slant along the picture of this somebody before              him. There’s a cigarette sleeping unlit and patiently waiting              for the love of something warmer than the half-moon of              Johnny’s mouth.

             “I’m guessing you and your pretty face have a light?              Looks like I got caught empty handed. Heh. Always right              when you need it, huh?”

[vincentiius-blog]

                                     The Mun:

This bias, honestly, has little to do with a mile stone but more with us feeling the need to express our gratitude to all those who’ve come with us thus far. And even if you are not listed here, do not think you go unnoticed. We are constantly in awe and appreciate new faces. For those whom I do not follow back but still follow me, you make my days. You truly enjoy my work enough that it doesn’t matter and that is the highest of honors I could think to be given by any individual. My apologies for the long intro, I am just terribly thankful.

                                         Special Mentions

Enormiti : Our dark knight whom’s never flitting loyalty has truly shone light in dark days and made us laugh, with intent or not, we would hardly be where we were without you. Love you so much.

Languageofindulgence : One of few people I’d ever deem mentor of sorts. I’d never thought all that time back that we’d be such good friends and because of you were are wiser, Thank you, love.

vphantomhive : You’ve shone me to take risks and push my abilities whether the public could stand it or not. You also showed us that being silly and funny can be just as developing. Thank you, Twin.

mirthfulmortician : You are so strange in a way that is completely awing, I’m so surprised we turned out to be friends and I am so thankful for it. You’ve really helped see the humor in all of this crazy.

michaeliiis : I helped  corrupted you, I’m not sorry. You’ve become one of my best friends when I didn’t think it would be so. You’re diverse and very decided ( on most things except icons ) and we most appreciate it.

                   All We Enjoy  &/or  Are Excited To Work With

            eotia || faustoxus || lavendermaid || my-dark-crow-smiles || sacramxntal                        viduxm || villaineous || necromanciisms || forsaken-earl                                          ofcrows|| iimbrxe || midfordding

                   There are plenty, I’m sure, I’ve missed and do apologize for.                                  You give you our love and appreciation.

[vincentiius-blog]

                                         Sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ

           ❝Everyone wants desperately to rule the world.                  I, very simply, want to watch it burn to soot in                 my wake. . . yet if it did, I’d still be unsatisfied.❞

[vincentiius-blog]

                                ♞ Sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ Mɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟɪs ♞