#narciissistic

[ofeverafters]

narciissistic liked for a starter

                         ❛ I am working, is it urgent? ❜

[novus-confractus]

“I’m bored. Take your clothes off.”

Send “I’m bored. Take your clothes off” for my muse’s reaction

the surprise is only thinly veiled bythe furrowing of his brows andnarrowing of his eyes because, wow,that's a hell of a way to introduceoneself. he would usually be atleast amused if not flattered butwell, things are different now.

          " i don't think so. "

but he smiles into the glass he raises, just a touch of wine to his lips becausehe can't actually drink it anymore ( alljust to better blend in ), and he liftsa hand to display the ring around hisfinger.

[pridefxl-archive-blog]

narciissistic replied to your post:What was it like loving something that death could...

he got really hurt by that. he’s always wanted his life to matter to someone because it never did — wow lucifer

it matters he just doesn't want to talk about it u v u

[fightsback]

[ text ] the christmas tree is on fire

[text] don't tell me your charm lit it up[text] you're paying for a new one

[daevaen-archived]

narciissistic

As much as the sorceress would have preferred to stay within her hidden house in the Ennerdale, it was now a necessity for her to venture out, at least once a decade so she may keep up with the changing world. If she did not, then the world would become foreign to her and she would inevitably come to a standstill in history.

A party was, of course, an opportune moment to refresh her knowledge, and to learn what had since changed since the past decade and so the driver-less carriage had been prepared, and Morgan dressed in her finest attire -- black silk decorated gold embroidery and jewellery of gold and obsidian.

Her entrance was characteristically bold -- she did, after all, have to make an impression if anybody were to speak with a strange woman of unknown background.

          Though perhaps the journey south had been unnecessary.

                    "They still remain stagnant."                               She muttered "A waste of time."

[karnsteiin-blog]

narciissistic replied to your post: hisses i want to do more pre-ell/bein...

let’s do the thing

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narciissistic

     how she loves parties. they’re perhaps one of her     favorite guilty pleasures, swirling about the humans     in rustles of silks and velvets. mama has plenty to     spend on pretty gowns for the pretty girl. expensive     dress on her body and ornate mask on her face, she     isn’t here simply for pleasure. she’s acting tonight.     the new ward of some lord due to the truly tragic     carriage accident that brought her journey across the     country to a sudden halt. it’s a role she knows all     too well. but as gloved fingers grasp around the     stem of a glass filled with some sort of alcohol that     won’t burn on the way down ( as much as she     would like it to ) her eyes fall away from the new     girl she has already befriended to scan the ballroom.     carmilla has grown content with silently staying to     the walls and only dancing if offered when a familiar     beat catches her ear. the waltz. she remembers the     scandal the dance was met with so many years ago,     yet now here it is, being played for the aristocrats of     england to dance to. a smile curls at her lips and eyes     slide to the masked man beside her. blonde. handsome     even through the barricade of a mask, although carmilla     had never found much joy in looking at men.          “it truly is a beautiful dance.”