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heunmoor ยท 4 months ago
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@monstroumย INQUIRED: are you ready for the real party ? / from santiago !
๐š ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ , almost akin to a chortle as smoke trapped itself in the base of his throat and silenced any words that may have come to his tongue . TAKEN OFF GUARD IN THE BACK ALLEYWAY , lax form transforms into a taut arch before loosening once more . santiago . creeping in the shadows , ๐š ๐šŽ๐š‹๐š‹๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š–๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š . just santiago . no golds , or blues , or crimson spewing from neck to blooming white cloth . santiago . santiago . not ..... not him .
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" i didn't know there were any festivities going on after the show ? " he posed it as an inquiry , fingers twitching once before allowing the cigarette to fall to his feet and smolder away . SERENE SILENCE NO LONGER WALTZING THROUGH HIS MIND . an edge now set at his throat , keeping him on his toes . careful , louis , don't slip now . " ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ? "
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heunmoor ยท 2 months ago
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๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ . she had been everything he could not find in himself , the perfection only god could curate and wrought into her lithe form . SHE WAS DIVINITY , far more than the devil he'd accepted into his being and lost himself in when withering in the depths of hellfire .
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@roseguided INQUIRED: โ›ย  ย hand .ย  ย holdย  outย  aย  handย  forย  myย  museย  toย  take .
" you and me , little miss . " his hand cradled hers , gentle , ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š” ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š . " always remember it's you and me , 'kay ? "
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heunmoor ยท 2 months ago
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๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ , heedful and searching . whether or not they found much to pry open and rearrange into pieces was left to be seen , BUT IT KEPT LOUIS ON HIS TOES . tightrope walking ; one foot put before the other with care and a thoughtfulness he once didn't indulge . " maybe next time , " he retorts , an upturn of his brims evident despite the unease he felt .
one step before the other . swift and painless . he could do this . " has claudia been doing well ? " his sweet girl has bloomed , and developed thorns with age , but still a pride and joy .... HE LONGED FOR NOTHING ELSE THAN HER HAPPINESS NOW . she deserved far more than he could ever conjure up for her . perhaps this was the first stepping stone to atonement ? this theater , these people .... ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š . even if he stood on the outskirts , fearful of submerging in the tightly woven community .
a shiver caressed his spine , down to tailbone before clawing into the back of neck . the proximity was close , ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ , but not a wince was made in counteraction to the looming of the other's form . speak , mon cher , speak ! snakes entangle your ankles . " i didn't bring a helmet . " stupidity instead made itself known . THE IRONY .
he steps into the dimly lit alleyway and , already , santiago glows with a proud mischief typical of the character he played on stage ; of course , louis du lac wouldn't be aware of this since he so often preferred to skip their performances ( and when he did show up he enjoyed dozing off mid monologue ) . still , santiago leans against the theatre's wall and crosses his arms over his chest while eyeing louis . " oh , we always manage to find some reason to paint the town red 'round these parts . " the grin on his face is painfully sharp . it was always hard to tell whether santiago's smiles were genuine or at someone's expense . " and judging by that long face of yours i'd say you're in urgent need of some celebrating . " the englishman observed , pointing a finger in louis' general direction .
the cigarette is abandoned , but the embers of something else pulsate in the depths of the american's mind ; FLASHES OF COLOURS , nothing more . as hard as santiago tries to get inside louis' head he just can't quite manage . was he being locked out ? ใ…คโ”€ ใ…ค oh , curiouser and curiouser . " we've been done for a while , my american friend . they've all left . of course , you'd know that if you ever bothered to join us . " his eyes bore into the other vampire . and the more he stared , the more santiago wondered whether he did so in judgement of the other man's unpunished rebellion or to admire his beauty . green eyes examined the other from head to toe ใ…คโ”€ ใ…ค he would not voice his fascination .
" they're in a charming little bar somewhere in valenton ! very secluded , very chique , very ... secret . " he suddenly announced , pushing himself off the wall and moving to stand before louis . how quickly he had dropped the lingering contention he held for him ! and how easily he wore his playful mask . " need a ride ? " he asked with a small quirk of his brow .
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