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Giver of Life [OC as penned by Crmen - BLOG STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

[elijah120607]

Pierre Niney＠Thomas Lavelle.

[diviaugustus]

Get to know me meme: [3/10] current celebrity crushes ↳ Pierre Niney

[toeachhisowncinema]

Pierre Niney as Yves Saint Laurent in Yves Saint Laurent

[paulrousteau]

Pierre Niney for Libération / unpublished portrait

[iillson]

Um, HELLO new crush. 

[zoodotir]

exsovietspy:

“I ask myself the same thing. I’m still wondering why I spent my time with him.” 

“Maybe you should cut your losses and stop spending time with him. I doubt his company does you any good.”

[danascull]

Pierre Niney pour l'Express Styles

[zoodotir]

aspecialprovidence:

She cracked a smile. “Interesting though it may be, it can still be lonely.” The little vampire shrugged then and extended her hand for him to shake. “Sophia McClintock.”

“Athanasius Haidos.” He took her hand, clasping it rather than shaking it. Her cool hand felt odd in his, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. Just odd.

“As I am sure you can guess, I am not one of your kind, though I like to think I’ve become more open-minded to the concept of those that exist between the states of life and death simultaneously after all these years.”

[zoodotir]

kingsmanhart:

“All statements are debatable.” 

“Not the ‘godly’ bit in my case.”

[zoodotir]

stripedsniper:

While the the story of the Trojans rang a bell, this man’s name did not, though his mention of the Underworld immediately got Sebastian’s hackles up. His brow furrowed. “So, what, you’re telling me that hell is real then?” he asked. “Jesus, maybe I should’ve actually paid attention during those church sermons at Eton.”

He’d never given much thought to religion. Despite the amount of lives he’d taken, he wasn’t at all worried about ending up in hell once he’d died–until now. If this Athanasius bloke had any designs at all on dragging him to the underworld, he’d have another thing coming.

“Not hell in the Christian sense,” he corrected. “But yes, the realm of Hades does exist, sorry to break it to you.”

He always found it interesting to see how mortals accepted that truth. Most never believed him, but this one...this one seemed to be accepting his words without much in the way of protests. 

“Should you avoid shooting me again, I’ll put in a good word for you so you do not end up being target practice when you do finally cross over. Father does not take kindly to people harming me, I’m afraid.”

[childisactive]

[zoodotir]

ventrue-smarm:

“Unless it’s not spinach.  Please tell me it’s a leafy green because otherwise I am afraid.”

She crinkled her nose.

“Look pal I’ve met all kinds of people with all sorts of eating habits.  Did you know the Swedish like rotten fish?  ‘Fermented herring’ is still just rotten fish.”

“Apologies. It must be thyme.”

This time he did lick at his teeth and much to his amusement, she was correct about the greenery. 

“The Swedes are not the only ones that partake of fermented seafood. I used to be a sailor for quite some time and when on a ship for months or years, your food sources are...limited.”

[zoodotir]

Nightlife || Vlad and Athanasius

[zoodotir]

aspecialprovidence:

“Then we are alike in that respect,” The Count breathed when he mentioned his age. He solidified for a moment, turning his eyes towards the man in thought. “Some use what grows in the earth to sustain themselves. I resort to other means. It is nature.” 

“We are nothing alike. I do not take life...I return it.” 

Athanasius glanced down at the fallen woman, his nose flaring at the familiar scent of a fast-dying mortal. Setting aside the poker, he knelt down and pressed his fingertips against the still-open wound against her neck.

“I am so sorry, Sarah,” he whispered, his brow creasing as he felt the skin beneath his fingertips knit back together. It would not be a full recovery. It never would be, but Thanatos would be kept at bay for another day.

Shuddering, he let his eyes slide shut and hissed in pain. His neck ached in sympathy and his body was fast cooling. 

“May you forgive me for this gift.” 

Opening his eyes again seconds later, he let his fingers fall away, healed, unblemished skin.

With a grunt, he shakily rose to his feet moments later, his lips blue and his eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness of the room.

“I do not condemn your nature, sir, but I do condemn your actions against this kind young woman.” He raised a hand, reaching out toward the dark mist as if to grasp it. “Should you approach her again, I will see to it that Thanatos comes not for her, but you.”

[zoodotir]

aspecialprovidence:

She cut her eyes towards him then. So he was onto her too, evidently… There wasn’t any use playing coy now. 

“It makes for a rather lonely existence, don’t you think?” 

“I prefer the term interesting.” There was that customary smile of his again, though it did not reach his eyes. “I don’t know about you, but I like playing the man of mystery when I can. Adds another flavor to this unique existence.”

[frenchcinema]

[lewis-tan]

[zoodotir]

ventrue-smarm:

“I haven’t been called ‘young lady’ by anyone but old people in ten years.  I was uh… trying to think of a way to tell you you have spinach in your teeth.”

“Much obliged.” His hand reached up to touch his lips, but he made no move to check if she was bluffing. “But really, why are you staring?”

@ventrue-smarm​