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See, we have a little progress already.

#//hiiiiiii #is the ritual working??#maestroderomanus

“❗”

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse:

"What truth do you want to force out then, Marius?"

#maestroderomanus #Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.#marius #//hello there ! <3

Beloved of God

Warmth. It was warm. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been so warm. His head hurt when he tried to remember. He was surrounded by something soft, and light. Not the brothel, all the bedclothes there were scratchy, stiff, cheap. He pushed himself up, trying to remember. It hurt to remember. He looked around, noises unfamiliar coming from behind a gilded door. As unfamiliar as his surroundings. He glanced around, moving from the bed that was far too large for him, the bedclothes were soft, so very soft, and warm. Red velvet with gold brocade. His feet were bare and he wore nothing but a long nightshirt. But he was clean, and how long had it been since he'd been truly clean? Clean and warm.

The floor beneath his feet was cool, but only because he was fresh from a warm bed. A fire was in the fireplace, and the room was quite comfortable. There was a desk, and books, oh so many books. Why couldn't he remember? He opened a set of heavy drapes, and stepped through glorious windowed doors onto a balcony. There was a decent breeze that felt relaxing on his heated skin. And the sound of water. And the stars. The stars were so beautiful. When was the last time he had seen such stars? He heard a commotion from down below. Many voices. young voices. Someone was arriving. The Master. He heard the voices like hushed whispers. He was here, the Master was here.

The boy who had no name rushed to the gilded doors of the room, reaching out to pull one of the large doors open. Though what greeted him there was not what he expected. Memories flashed through his mind at the sight of the man in front of him. Dressed in velvet as rich as the blankets he had been enveloped in, moreso, even. Long blond hair that framed a pale face with crystal clear eyes. A hard jaw line, yet the expression upon the face was soft. He remembered. This was his savior. He remembered now... this man had taken him from the brothel. But why? Why had he been chosen? He felt unsure about himself. He stared up at the tall man who resonated with strength. What did one say to someone like this? Someone like him, speaking to a Lord? The very idea was ludicris. After a moment of staring upwards into those eyes, he reached up, brushing soft curls from his face and said the only thing he could think of.

"Thank you."

@maestroderomanus

#beloved of god #amadeo #the birth of a cherub #maestroderomanus

🍺

Send 🍺 to encounter my muse when they are really, REALLY drunk:

He fessed up as soon as Marius breezed into the room. His home from home. A Daniel den. "I might have painted the town red, had a night on the tiles. Lots of ickle little minnn-is-cule drinks! Only one rapist dead drunk. Drunk dead." Covers his mouth and stifles a chuckle. "Correct on both counts it turns out. Think he thought I was an easy mark. Did my bestest stagger."

#Send 🍺 to encounter my muse when they are really REALLY drunk.#old habits #drunk molloy #maestroderomanus #//so a den either at Rio or Trinity Gate - i quite like the idea of the latter

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

“She was sixteen, with a smile like a sunshine. She smelled like almonds when she hugged me. When I confessed my love to her she laughed the sweetest melody, and kissed me. Yet she married someone else and broke my heart. But then again, I was eight.”

#;;meme #//thanks<3 #maestroderomanus

❝I like biting that special place right between the thighs.❞

VAMPIRE THEMED SENTENCE STARTERS

“I assume its a gentle non-amputating bite, right?”

#thank you <3 #maestroderomanus #she googled the anatomy of a chicken for some reason

I got you another teddy to add to your already grossly large collection of teddies. Yes I’m an enabler. No I’m not going to stop enabling you

The tall-blonde-biped-with-gentle-eyes had come again! Mojo had flared his honey-like and flowery scent before actually seeing him. What a strange thing, than how easily his friends could appear without a sound, when the mean and pink bipeds were always so noisy... well, it wasn't to displease the dog! He could rest peacefully without fears, at least!

Besides, Mojo's friend had brought him a treat! A reduced quadruped! Oh, Mojo loved those little fluffy and soft funny smelling things! They made a lovely sound between his fangs, and were like little puppies to cuddle. In less moving and weeping. Surely, he had been a good boy to deserve such a treat! And as a good boy, Mojo sat in front if the tall-blonde-biped-with-gentle-eyes, tail joyfully wagging agaisnt the floor, as he awaited to be given authorization to grab the new reduced quadruped.

#maestroderomanus #arf <3 #*wagging tail*