#execratuscapra

[bondsfated-m-blog]

"Zarrin ! Come here, I'm bored and in a dire need of an occupation : tell me about your travels, I can't stand the silence. "

unprompted / temporarily closed. 

      ‘ your grace, ’ she sighs, already feeling the start of a dull ache at her temples. ‘ i hope that someday, you’ll come to appreciate silence for the good it can give you. ’ 

THE GOOD IT COULD GIVE HER, really. for a moment, she closes her eyes in the hope of finding the respite she desperately craved. just a moment – a moment of silence, of peace, of time to herself. but yet again, she’s reminded that no such thing exists within these walls. it’s a small price to pay for her eventual success – her duty comes before all else. duty just happened to include entertaining a grown man with the impatience and eagerness of a child.

      ‘ i’m honored that you think my travels are worthy of your time. ’ with a deep breath, she opens her eyes and strides to the throne, settling at his feet. ‘ shall i tell you of the tree i found ? from a distance, its leaves appeared to be made of a gold so thin that light passed right through. ’ / @execratuscapra

[anbik-blog]

5 & 51

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5: What clothes to they like to wear?

comfortable ones. his favorite coat is heavier than what the climate requires, so it is often left at home. his relaxation clothes are dark, but very loose and soft. they make wonderful pajamas.

51: List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

“i don’t think i was a good person.”

“was i always broken?”

“...i am possibly the worst person you have ever met. ...but i hope that one day you can know just how awful i can be.” 

“you impress me every day.”

“i forgot my name again.”

[bedstvviye-a]

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

meme | accepting

❝— is now  really  the time to discuss this, montag ?  i do have the upper hand, and you can NEVER  be sure whether or not i’llbe tempted to demonstrate the use of pressure points…  ❞

handsare  rough  as he cares for the other, holding the countdown as he continues to stretch tired muscles. while julian’s committed tokeeping lucio in his bed, atrophy is an unfortunate  side-effect of rest,and he doesn’t want him to be entirely incapable of movement… should he…  WHEN  he recovers. so, even as he hunts for a cure, bedside care is of upmostimportance.

hiseyes look up to lucio as he massages a salve against a pale calf, composed of amineral known to prevent cramps. he speaks softly, voice  LOW,  not wishing to call the attentions of anyone else to the count’schambers.

❝— i’m not  afraid.  it’s just that… well, things get  messy,  and now’s not the time toworry about anything else than curing you and everyone else of this damned plague.you can also see that personal affairs aren’t of the  ESSENCE  now, right ?  so… leave themagician and his apprentice to me. alright, dearest monty ?  ❞

widesmirk pulls dark lips as he squeezes hard on the tightest point of his calf.

[cardsread]

﹡ . ° @execratuscapra // sc . ( open ! )

SILENT  SHE  IS ,  QUIETLY  EDGING  THE  DOOR  OPEN ------  the  quarters  are  dim .  she  wonders  how  any  soul  could ’ ve  dealt  in  such  oppressive  dark ,  especially  in  the    last  moments    of  their  life .  it ’ s  all  rather  foreboding ,  but  she  imagines  that ,  at  the  height  of  his  rule ,  the  light  of  candles  must ’ ve  cast  the  room  into  beauty .  now ,  though ,  she  tilts  her  nose  up  at  the    ASH    still  covering  the  bedspread ;  how    horrid .  

she  lights  one  of  the  candles  still  sitting  on  the  desk  with  a  flick  of  her  fingers ,      &    approaches  the  bed .   HOW  CURIOUS !    nothing  else  is  singed ,  not  even  the  blankets .   she  moves  to  touch ,  but  honey  eyes  flick  up  when  a  sudden  gust  of  wind  blows  the  candle  out .

❛        oh ,  not    again   .      ❜