“I think manipulation is the greatest art of them all.”
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“I think manipulation is the greatest art of them all.”
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒, 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑺. ( 01/0? )
“God-intoxicated.”
— Ovid, The Art of Love (Book I, v. 313)
You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.
“Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.”
— Wolf’s angel
send me ‘ ✌ ’ and i’ll make a graphic of your muse .
louis’ hesitancy with love all just boils down to the need to not feel the grief and the loss when people leave, and they all leave. one way or the other they break you, and louis is done with being broken. he views love overall as a vulnerability and prides himself on being invulnerable. he’d rather defeat the weakness at the beginning and be done with it, and sometimes this translates into louis murdering those he might feel for, or disappearing from the lives he’s touched, or making them hold nothing but hatred in their heart for him by proving he is worthy of hate and hate alone.
louis doesn’t know love without loss and he’s greatly impacted by it. everything and everyone he loves eventually gets taken from him. one way or the other he feels the grief of it—the overwhelming emptiness—and he’s so fucking tired of that feeling. it takes him a considerable amount of time to admit feelings for others and even longer to act on those feelings. this is also why he’s so incredibly protective of those he cares for—bordering on possessiveness, it can come off quite toxic, but he means well and acts in these ways because of past traumas, not because he’s trying to be an insufferable ass.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒, 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑺. ( 02/02 )
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒, 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑺. ( 01/02 )
nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.
guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.
shelter protect them.
shove push them.
loop drape an arm around their shoulders.
touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
palm smack them upside the head.
bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.
aid help them with a task.
note pass a note to them.
cry wipe away their tears.
wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
heal take care of them when they get sick.
book silently read a story with them.
carry pick them up.
scrap punch them.
cherry find blood on them.
sit help them sit down.
medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.
steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
beat dance with them.
stare stare them down.
off track get lost with them.
no shaking their head in disagreement.
yes nodding their head in agreement.
rush tackle them to the ground.
open hold the door open for them.
CHARACTER STUDY 001.
001.
"It was my fault; the hunters took me down so easily. If only I had paid a little more attention, I would have caught their scent before they got so close, or I would have heard them… But I didn’t." Blood clouds his vision again, so he leans his head back against the wall and shuts them once more. "I spent seventy years going after them and their hunter children. When there was only one remaining, I turned him. Let him live as the thing he hated so much, but it was not long before he took his own life. The hunters did not die painlessly.“
002.
[Emotions running high and everywhere at once, Louis clenches his fists so tight that sharpened claw-tipped nails puncture the flesh of his palms.] —— He’s thankful for the sudden scent of blood, however, as it gives him something to focus on. Something that isn’t ripping something—or someone, preferably—to shreds.
003.
"Why would I hide it [his species/hybridism]? — Those I need mask my presence around do not notice a thing… And even then, what could they do against one such as I?”
004.
The little human is like a toy come to life and Louis wants nothing more than to play with her. So he allows a wolf to slink from the shadows and take its place beside him. Although young, she’s still fairly large; when she stands at her full height, the highest point of her back reaches close to Louis’ chest. She’s entirely devoted to Louis and well-versed in his games, especially those concerning humans. She tends to find it as fun as Louis does. "I think you may need a guide in these woods," his hand rests atop the she-wolf’s head, fingers running through her coal-colored fur, "For your shortcut has led you straight into the wolves’ den." —— How strange this picture must be to her. "Unless, of course, you would rather take your chances with her," with a nod he motions to the she-wolf, who growls lowly, as if trying to emphasize his point.
005.
He hadn’t meant to drudge up dreadful memories of her past with his words of anger, but he won’t apologize, not when she acts as if this is his fault. It isn’t, surely – it is nothing less than the finest gift he has given her. Immortality, power, an eternal companion if only she would allow him to be. "You are either incredibly naive or incredibly daft. This is a gift, a fine one; you’d be mad not to want it.”
006.
In over three thousand years, Louis has never seen anyone react to a threat the way she does. Instead of flinching or lashing out, she is stone-cold calm against the vice grip he has on her throat, and if Louis wasn’t so infuriated at her insinuation that she would turn him into the ones he’d spent so long hiding from [hunters], he would have stopped to praise her. She offers him but one moment of surprise and then… nothing but a smile and the showing of fangs. It only angers Louis more – does he not deserve better?
007.
Inferiority is not something he’s accustomed to and he’d rather not look her in the eye as he admits defeat. "Was your aim just to antagonize me?" She’s vicious… he likes it.
008.
[“I’ve never smelt anything like you before. Why might that be?”] —— “New cologne,” he answers coolly, French lilt heavy with sarcasm as he steps away from the outskirts of the roof, a few feet closer to the stranger with very specific questions. He won’t be giving her any straight answers, not until he knows her intentions, but despite how wary he is of her, he reaches his hand out in offering. Ever the gentleman, Louis is.
He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.