#fracturedportrait

[inexactexpiration]

              “ this dance is proving tiresome, val. -- it’s going to have to end sooner or later.  ( beat )  though by observation it seems the moment is being avoided like a plague upon the hillsides. “   it’s eerie, being  a d o r e d . can’t blame the moth who knows nothing but the flame.   / -- still, we fear inevitable consequence. “ as much pride as i’ve taken in your hunting, perhaps some prey wants to remain unfound ( pause ) you know i like my privacy. “    //     ---- @fracturedportrait .

[harmonae]

             ❝      it’s  actually  a  funny  story,    see--      ❞      not  only  had  she  promised  not  to  get  into  an  endless  story  -  telling  cyrcle,    aurelia  actually  had  a  more  important  meeting  to  attend  to.    boring,    as  well,    and  absolutely  not  worth  her  time    --    a  woman  was  made  of  choices,    and  hers  would  always  bend  to  her  interest’s  side.    story  -  telling  it  was.    taking  the  sit  right  by  the  other’s  side,    aurelia  moves  her  sleeve  a  little  bit,    revealing  the  scar  to  be  bigger  than  it  seemed.    /    @fracturedportrait  ,   starter call.

                   ❝  i  was  going  through  this  cave  in--  brazil,    that’s  where  it  was,  and  there  was  this  skeleton  waiting  just  to  welcome  any  unwanted  visitor  with  this  crazy  -  sharp  knife  on  their  hand.  so,  i’ve  got  this  one  to  remind  me  to  be  very  nice  to  brazilians!    ❞    even  though  brazil  had  the  prettiest  ladies   &   incredibly  interesting  stories,   and  aurelia  had  no  intention  on  being  unpolite.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@fracturedportrait (x)

She does not startle at the touch as it is felt. Like the a wounded animal, still in possession of its faculties in spite of its pain, she can feel and scent her oldest friend with a familiarity that knows no bounds. It is just something absolute, like perhaps a memory that is continuously brought to life.

(She had been bruised and battered and hurt in her childhood. Her seclusion was far more distinct than Valturze’s had been when they were young, and she had dealt with the pains of it more greatly but more silently. In equal measure they had both suffered, but the Prince had suffered in an isolated silence she has never learned to shun. And it is now the isolation grows. and yet even with the vampire’s presence so constant, the Creature keeps to herself.)

It brushes skin as she shivers just so, but does not shake or openly tremble in spite of how loud and apparent and sudden the feeling is.

“I am indecent.”

She murmurs this like it is not obvious and she isn’t clearly aware that she is so very, very nude. But she couldn’t do much else besides discard stained silk and fall away as sleep had called to her. Fingers twitch in the grasp of a touch, eyes open, half-lidded-- weary but curiously regarding. Her cheeks have flushed a shade of very evident red, but the covers themselves are so far away to grasp, and they would wander her so far from Val’s languid, tender touch.

“You need not-- thank me.”

Gentle husk of her tone, head dipped, all that dark hair over those silver-blue eyes.

“I only-- it is a gift.”

[braccati-archive-blog]

●▬▬▬▬๑۩  FRACTUREDPORTRAIT ۩๑▬▬▬▬▬●

       ❛ have you come here for a favor or do you have other motives for disrupting my evening? ❜

@fracturedportrait

[fivexfaith]

x || @fracturedportrait cont. (x)

        Arms fold, hands tucking themselves into the crooks of her elbows. Eyes narrow and a scowl is steadily creeping up on a tan profile, slowly forming, carefully tweaking features. Edges sharpening and hardening gradually. 

        She’s gotta wonder when these late-night philosophical discussions with this vampire are gonna stop. 

        Which only leads her to wonder if she even wants them to. 

        No, don’t--

        “Call me a sinner or call me a saint,” a nonchalant shrug of heavy shoulders, a cast of gaze, down then back up. “Just take what you know of me and burn it all the same. Doesn’t make a difference. Doesn’t even out the scale.” The good’ll never out-weigh the bad. Her suffering doesn’t get her a step closer to being any sort of God. But neither does her heroism. 

[saltshook]

@fracturedportrait / 

✫ ☽ ✫  /  ░ ▒ ▓           “ never met a VAMPIRE       before      ------------                      - which is saying something                      considering my background. “  doesn't mean offense, who to judge. evil is as  evil does & this particular one just - DOESN’T.  at least  at  first  glance in brown doughy eyes.                “ kinda cool, actually. “ 

[radboy-sadboy]

@fracturedportrait

   ❝ Yeah, my weekend was fine. Nothing crazy. ❞ Yeah, because an orgy, broken mirror, and 3 AM run to McDonalds is just a day in the life of Achilles Vincent. 

[doomedclearly]

dear @fracturedportrait   ! !          today is our two year anniversary. two years ago i convinced you to date me. i believe i literally said ‘ he’s a sadsack, fuck him, date me instead ‘ & you listened. i love you, very much. you understand me & my heart & my brain more than really anyone. even when i’m #theworst. which is a thing, like wow all the points to you for that nonsense, i’m a mess of a human. ANYWAY -- i love you, or whatever. here are gifs of our babies. ( thx @shculdbeafraid you’re a doll ) -- we wouldn’t be in love without rock & val. we wouldn’t be as strong as we are without their love, their commitment, their beautiful marriage & their family. - the story we built for them is the foundation of our own. i can honestly say that i have fictional characters to thank for giving me the absolute love of my life. i’ll write them forever with you, i’ll write couples forever with you. but only one will ever be cuter than us & that’s ^^ these idiots.                                                            -- all my love, your prince. <3