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(     teslagravity     /     lars     )‌

             An exasperated sigh reverberated through Lars’ office. He brushed back his bangs from his face, staring blankly at the set of papers and maps before him. They were marked up and some had photos paperclipped to them.

Would this operation be impossible without casualties?

He had run the simulations over and over again, and he was never satisfied with the result. He sat awake coming up with alternative scenarios, but had yet to come up with one that was ideal.

Valentine’s gentle voice, followed by a knock, pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hey…everything okay?”

She entered with a mug in her hands, the scent giving away its contents long before her announcement. She set it down on his desk then made herself comfortable atop his lap with a greeting kiss.

“Thank you,” his arm cradled her waist, tilting his head to settle in her hold, “sorry to keep you up.”

Even on nights where he told her not to wait up for him, she did anyway. He couldn’t blame her though; he didn’t think he’d be able to get a wink of sleep in either if he knew she was up working all night.

“I think I have the commander’s equivalent of writer’s block,” he explained, his hand joining hers atop her stomach, “I’ve been at this for hours, maybe a break will get my thoughts straight.”

palm   gently   claims   her   lover’s   chin     ,     maintaining   their   eye   contact     ,          ❛❛          yes     ,     i   can   tell   just   by   your   expression   alone   that   you’re   stressing   and   working   yourself   too   hard   again   .   .   .          but   i’ve   also   told   you   that   we’re   in   this   together     ,     right   ?          ❜❜          a   smile     ;     eyes   capture   a   gleam   of   reassurance                 promise   .          despite   their   lives   changing     ,     it   was   an   oath   she   intended   to   keep     .          his   burdens   were   hers   too     .          ❛❛          you   don’t   have   to   apologize     ;     you’re   doing   your   job     ,     i   understand     .          ❜❜          lips   place   a   kiss   to   his   forehead     .

❛❛          i   know   whenever   i   can’t   seem   to   get   my   paintings   right     ,     i   always   like   to   go   for   a   walk     ,     step   away   from   my   canvas     .          a   break   would   probably   do   you   good     .          i’d   say   some   rest     ,     too     ,     but   i   know   you   too   well   .   .   .          ❜❜          endearment   laces   her   tone     ,     nose   nuzzling   into   his   hair   affectionately   (   he   would   not   be   the   stubborn   lion   she   fell   in   love   with   if   he   ever   listened   to   her   )     .

❛❛          i’m   here   to   offer   you    my   assistance    with   the   relaxation   you   need   in   the   meantime   .   .   .          ❜❜          she’ll   readjust   her   position     ;     one   leg   swinging   onto   his   other   side     ,     the   petite   woman   straddles   his   lap     .          slender   index   traces   scarred   cheek     ,     head   canting   slightly                 eyes   hold   their   daring   intention     .

             ❛❛         what   do   you   say   ?          ❜❜

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rose-tylers‌:

#i just really love her face

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❛❛          Lars  ?          i’m   coming   in     .          ❜❜          a   knock     ;     she’ll   enter     ,     never   wavering   smile   set   perfectly   in   place     .          within   captivating   hazel   irises     ,     a   tinge   of   fatigue     .          the   sight   before   her   was   like   one   she’d   witnessed   time   and   time   again     ;     there   he   sat     ,     buried   in   paperwork     .          or   perhaps   going   through   a   strategy   plan   for   his   upcoming   mission     .

❛❛          i   brought   you   some   coffee     ,          ❜❜          setting   it   at   his   desk     ,     petite   woman   proceeds   to   place   herself   atop   her   lover’s   lap     .          lithe   fingers   comb   through   the   captain’s   locks     ,     a   kiss   placed   just   beneath   his   earlobe     .          arms   then   wrap   around   his   neck     ,     rosy   cheek   settling   against   his   head     .          ❛❛         i   see   you’re   not   coming   to   bed   any   time   soon     .          i’m   here   to   keep   you   company                           ❜❜          ah     ,     correction     ,          ❛❛         i   mean     ,     we’re    here   to   keep   you   company   .   .   .          ❜❜

               hand   settles   just   atop   her   stomach     ;     6   weeks     .

@teslagravity

[ladybaratheon]

Dianna Agron performing on the first night of her return to Café Carlyle.

[teslagravity]

👐 ( Val )

// Nonverbal RP Starters | 👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

             He has come to terms with death a long time ago, the minute he signed his name on the dotted line.

He knew it would come, perhaps sooner than most, perhaps more painful than most, but he never feared it. It was always in the cards, every day that he stepped out to fight for what he believed in and to protect those close to his heart. It loomed over his shoulder, waiting patiently for the day it could finally steal his soul away.

Lars wondered if that day had finally come for him.

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Lions for Lambs ( part. II )

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gentlamb‌ | valentine

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slender  arms  find  his  neck     ,     head  tilting  and  allowing  her  lover  access  to  the  feverish  flesh  on  her  neck     .     long  lashes  kiss  beneath  closed  lids     ,     rosy  cheeks  complementing  porcelain  skin     .          lips  pull  into  a  smile     ,    displaying  the  woman’s  bliss  in  her  pleasure  and  satisfaction     .          she  takes  a  moment  to  catch  her  breath  before  responding  in  bashful  tonality     ,          ❛❛          that’s  good  because  i  only  want  your  eyes  to  ever  see  me  like  this   .   .   .          ❜❜          she  didn’t  mind  reminding  the  man  that  she  was  his  completely     ,     in  both  heart  and  body     .

her  hips  refuse  to  cease  in  rhythm     ,     palm  finding  the  Swede’s  chest  while  the  other  settled  within  his  locks     .          she’ll  find  his  lips     ,     claiming  them  delicately  at  first  before  pouring  more  fervor  into  their  shared  kiss     .          moans  would  clash  against  his  own     ,     mouth  parting  if  only  to  allow  air  into  her  lungs  before  they  found  their  place  against  his  jaw     ,     neck     ,     and  shoulder     .     before  reaching  her  end     ,     Valentine  wanted  to  at  least  taste  every  inch  of  him  that  she  can  reach  and  relish  in  this  moment  of  passionate  intimacy     .

she  pulls  her  lips  away  to  speak  through  ragged  breathing     ,          ❛❛          i-i  don’t  know  how  much  longer  i  can  take  this  for   .   .   .          ❜❜          a  nervous  chuckle  emits     ,     lithe  digits  raking  into  her  own  hair  upon  suffering  the  spark  of  intensity     ,          ❛❛          oh  god     ,     Lars   .   .   .  !!          ❜❜

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grednforges‌:

Dianna Agron as photographed by Finn Constantine.

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teslagravity‌

              Valentine couldn’t recall who had mentioned this to her. She had perhaps heard it in passing; either way, he didn’t want her to think that he believed such a thing.

“What takes up my thoughts?” Oddly, he couldn’t pinpoint it to one sole thing, it ran away at times. He’d think of the past, the present, the future; his profession occupied most of it, and he was sure that Valentine would wish it hadn’t.

“Things I wish I could have done differently, things I could do better now, my past, my job,” he admitted, the last somewhat distantly, “going to dinner will help.”

Valentine was then concerned about the sudden energy boost making her talk too much during their meal. Her partner smiled in humour, “That’s okay, I like when you talk to me.”

        smile  makes  its  way  onto  pink  lips    ;     he  was  genuine  about  his  proclamation     ,     something  that  earns  a  flutter  of  the  heart     ,     as  though  falling  in  love  all  over  again     .          he  embraced  her  flaws  and  in  turn     ,     makes  her  feel  comfortable  with  who  she  was     .          she’d  never  had  that  before   .   .   .     it  was  nice     .

out  of  everything  he’d  listed     ,     Valentine  admitted  she  was  rather  interested  in  learning  about  his  past  and  what  about  it  had  occupied  him     .          perhaps  it  might’ve  been  the  strain  placed  between  himself  and  his  mother  ?

❛❛          you  know  i’m  here  for  you  if  you  want  to  ever  talk  about  anything     ,     rather  than  just  keep  it  all  bottled  up  inside     .          i  might  not  have  all  the  answers  but  they  say  talking  about  it  aloud  does  seem  to  help   .   .   .          ❜❜          retrieving  her  phone     ,     she  decides  to  look  up  the  menu  to  save  some  time  but  discovers  something  else     .

❛❛         oh  no   .   .   .          they  closed  early  today  !          ❜❜

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robinhccd‌:

           𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙

“art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time." 

[teslagravity]

{✝} ` inimicus.

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(     teslagravity     /     lars     )‌

                 He recalled a time where he wished he could be human again—back when those desires were naive and before the truth of it all was revealed to him.

It was difficult to live in harmony with beings that saw you as sustenance; like fowl reasoning with their warden. For a long time, that was how they saw each other, until humans realized that what they lacked in strength they gained in sheer numbers.

The tables had long turned then; centuries of extermination at the hands of the Tenebrae Organization left the number of his kind in tatters. They weren’t the only ones to receive this treatment, the only difference was that the hounds agreed to be treated as their namesakes to avoid extinction. Vampires had to be beaten to submission.

Lars had never been proud to be this; to be a blood-consuming heathen, however, he had changed his perspective on his situation. Humans were cruel and demanded respect; he grew to detest his former species, even if he had been turned against his will. With his father dead, it was up to him to protect his family, he had promised to do so. Having been attacked once—resulting in their metamorphosis—he vowed for it to never happen again.

That had been wishful thinking.

The house of de Rochefort, the current heirs to the Tenebrae. Just the thought of the name poisoned his palette. He remembered the orders, how they had been carried out so callously, with no regard for life. He remembered holding his mother’s body in his arms, his siblings…

Many had lost their loved ones that night. Many nights…

“No more…”

Lars watched from the shadows as the family entered into the meeting hall. They were to announce their latest achievements: a disgusting celebration of the death and suffering they wrought. They would know the same tonight, he would make sure of that. | @gentlamb

         it  was  a  day  she  would  never  forget     ;     her  father  did  well  to  constantly  remind  her  and  her  brother     ,     when  their  entire  lives  changed     .          though  many  questions  still  left  unanswered  years  since     ,     the  pain  and  resentment  from  it  still  lingered  within  the  family     .          the  night  she  lost  both  her  mother  and  little  sister  was  still  one  that  haunted  her  dreams  but  never  did  the  woman  find  it  in  her  heart  to  direct  that  loss  onto  anyone  or  anything  else     .          she  mourned  differently     ,     her  soul  too  pure  to  taint  with  vengeance  like  it  had  her  father     .          that  day  gave  birth  to  something     ;     it  created  a  new  way  of  living     :     Tenebrae     .          the  organization  seemed  like  a  symbol  of  hope  to  several  of  the  country’s  people  but  behind  closed  curtains  did  an  inhumane  system  take  place  that  never  sat  well  with  Valentine     .

upon  entering  the  building  were  her  and  her  father  greeted  instantly     ,     her  brother  having  been  deployed  on  a  mission  outside  the  country     .          she  could  see  the  disappointment  in  her  father’s  eyes     ;     why  hadn’t  she  been  more  like  her  brother  ?          he  saw  the  world  in  the  same  way  he  had  but  not  his  daughter     .          they  whispered  behind  her  back     :     she’s  too  soft     .

          ❛❛          Valentine.          ❜❜          his  voice  breaks  her  thoughts     ,     woman  flashing  a  polite  smile  at  the  Rochefort     .

❛❛         yes  papa  ?         ❜❜

          ❛❛         you’re  not  to  speak  unless  spoken  to     ,     understand  ?         ❜❜

she’ll  nod  once  in  understanding  before  proceeding  to  follow  him  inside  the  meeting  room     .          there  wasn’t  much  security  at  this  end     ,     nor  people     .         she  sat  among  representatives  and  the  Monegasque  council     ,     remaining  quiet  along  side  her  father     .          she  was  merely  company     ,     a  replacement  while  his  favorite  child  was  absent     .

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(     teslagravity     /     lars     )‌

                “Using that ability takes up energy, so that must be how you replenish it. Sleep is rejuvenating for all the rest of your body but you have extra to compensate for.”

This person would bring positivity to his life; he didn’t have anyone coming to mind when she mentioned this, it was strange.

Mia snoozed away on her favourite spot on the pillows. Valentine finally rose and approached him to take his hand, stepping out with him.

She brought up how she was always doing the talking and worried that she came across negatively because of it.

“Who told you that?” Lars asked, “A man bothered by his girlfriend’s talking needs to re-evaluate.”

He made sure the door was locked before proceeding down the hall with her, “You’re fine, I just think too much. Most of the time I would much rather listen—too often I end up ranting.”

As someone who ordered people around all day, he thought she’d be glad he was less talkative in the evenings.

“We have plenty of time to talk over dinner?”

          an  awkward  laugh  finds  her     ,          ❛❛          well     ,     i  don’t  remember   .   .   .          ❜❜          a  lie     .          it  didn’t  matter  anymore     ,     anyways     .          it  brought  her  relief  to  know  he  didn’t  share  those  views  because  this  little  lamb  loved  to  talk  with  him   (   or  in  this  case     :     to  him   )     .

head  cants  in  curiosity     ,          ❛❛          what  takes  up  so  much  of  your  thoughts  ?          can  i  do  anything  to  help  you  take  your  mind  off  of  it  ?          ❜❜          it  wasn’t  because  she  wanted  him  talking  to  her  more  as  a  result  either     ;     Valentine  wanted  him  free  of  stress     ,     long  enough  to  enjoy  his  time  with  her     .          she  wanted  to  build  memories  with  him  and  discuss  things  with  him  but  she  can’t  do  that  if  the  man  was  always  troubled  or  distracted     .

          they  most  certainly  could  just  talk  over  dinner  but  she  admittedly  might  be  too  occupied  stuffing  her  face     ;     she  was  famished  at  this  point     .          ❛❛          once  i  eat  i’ll  probably  have  more  energy  than  i  have  now   .   .   .          what  if  i  end  up  talking  your  ear  off  ??          ❜❜

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womensco‌:

i think that as an artist, the more that you can do to diversify, and kind of challenge yourself, the more you grow.

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delphinehippolyte‌:

it was a  m i r a c l e

for rocio capheuses

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Her skin like rosy marble,warmly shimmering.

Moira Egan, from Synaesthesium: Poems; “The Sadness of the Cards,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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(     teslagravity     /     lars     )‌

               "You need that much sleep?“ Lars inquired, gazing upon her in surprise.

She had been feeling more tired than usual and Lars wondered if it was because of oversleeping or lack of sleep. It could also be due to other factors as well. He chose not to question it further.

Bringing up his father’s death extracted the smile from his expression. Taking another sip from his water, he navigated to the other end of the bedroom to get his wallet and phone.

She thought that she was tasked with saving them, something that Lars strongly opposed. If they wanted to kill each other, he’d let them do it, so long as it didn’t involve everyone else. Had they not dragged the world into their personal feud, this war would have been none of his concern.

Changing gears, she mentioned how she had been seeing him more in her dreams. She couldn’t see past one part of his life, that someone was somehow preventing her from doing so. Lars had no means to explain this vision of hers, but she did ask if there was someone she had yet to meet that he really cherished.

"I’m not sure who you might be referring to, sorry,” Lars shared, “unless this vision is about you.”

He took his keys from the counter again, “Okay, ready to go?”

she’ll give a sheepish smile     ,     shrugging     ,          ❛❛          yeah     ,     i guess     .          i’ve always needed a lot of sleep     ,     even as a child     .          after spending so many months understanding my visions and how it connects to my body     ,     i’m beginning to think this is why     .          ❜❜

an understanding nod then meets his following response     ,         ❛❛          it’s alright   .   .   .     i’m not worried because they seem to bring positivity into your life     .          ❜❜          she’ll finally remove herself from the bed     ,     collecting her sweater and purse before proceeding to give Mia a kiss atop her head     ;     the feline looked rather comfortable sleeping on the bed     ,    Valentine was slightly envious     .          ❛❛          i’ve always been able to see myself in my dreams     ,     so i know it’s not me     .          the way i feel it’s as though they bring something new into your life   .   .   .          ❜❜          she didn’t think it was a new lover either     ;     the love she felt from them wasn’t in any way romantic     .

taking his hand into her own     ,     she’ll offer a nod of the head before following him out     .          ❛❛          anyways     ,     we’ll leave it at that i suppose     .          i’m always doing all the talking     ,     i hope i don’t come across as those talkative girlfriends that men always warn other men about   .   .   .          ❜❜          at least     ,     this is something Alain would joke to her about     .

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