#Antique Hinges

[vintagehomecollection]

Secure door. Heavy iron hinges and bolts signal the strength of this hinged door, and a solidity belied by its soft green colour and the delicate leadlight above. Beautiful greyish-green and cream tiles and a French, painted chair with floral cushions introduce subtle pattern.

Classic Country Style And How to Achieve It, 1990

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Hinge, 1400-1700.

[kyndaris]

Ice to Meet You

After changing my preferences to women, it's been much harder to meet new people. Unlike men, women are more secure about who they are. Or they just don't use dating apps as religiously. In any case, my profile didn't receive much in the ways of 'likes' and even when the two of us mutually decided to 'match' and chat, inevitably, they would stop responding after one or two exchanges. And given how ambivalent I am to the whole dating scene, when the conversations die off, I'm not all that ruffled. Instead, I just move on and try my luck elsewhere or sink a few more hours into a game.

In fact, in most conversations, I'm more reactive rather than proactive in my questioning. It's hard for me to garner curiosity for someone I don't really know. Especially because I've already learned from a young age not to dump on others about my niche interests. Or asking anything too nosy. Most of the time, these things come out in their own time. I'm a great listener, after all, and I tend to file away any and all scraps thrown my way.

Honestly, it's just easier for everyone involved for me to sit back and observe the person opposite me as they rant and rave about what they like. But also, I just find it very hard to interrupt others.

Despite all this, I managed to have a meet-up with Eivor! That's their codename because in one of their pictures they were dressed as a viking. Unlike all my other dates, this time I asked them for a meet-up (something I honestly hate doing), but considering she was the one who suggested adding each other first on Facebook Messenger (so she could send me pictures of her pets), I bucked up the courage to arrange a face-to-face meeting. After all, I'm an independent 31-year-old woman who don't need no man!

[As an aside to all this, I'm still occasionally chatting with Dikottir. So, maybe I do still WANT a man? Who knows.]

And honestly, it was better that I took the initiative. Elsewise I might even now be waiting for someone to ask me out. Or to have someone reach out to me to invite me to an event.

It's why I've bitten the bullet so many times in organising catch-ups with my work friends. For if not me, then who?

While books and video games are very important to me (and make any description of my weekends sound very boring - at least to me), but there's something about maintaining my social connections that also resonates with me.I can't live in my head forever. And being chronically online would also be terrible for my mental health. I mean, what if I fell in with the wrong crowd that enabled all my worst traits? Or who I could compare my self to and think: yes, I'm far more normal than they are and so my mental health isn't flagging despite the fact I had a psychotic breakdown leading to hospitalisation for a week (if that's sounding very specific, it's because it is and that's a whole other story to tell).

Anyways, long story short, Eivor and I had chatted for a while. I learned she was into sports and thought going on an ice-skating trip would be a bit different to all my usual first-dates at cafes. I arrived to the rink early. Unfortunately, Eivor was running a little late as she had chosen to save a little on money by doing an Uber Pool. But once she did arrive (and after I'd done a few rounds on the rink in the skates the Ice Zoo provided - which were more hockey skates than the blue skates usually handed out), we chatted as we circled the rink.

Mostly, it ended up as Eivor asking me more questions of me than I her. But given the amount of children celebrating their birthdays there, and the music, it wasn't exactly the most conducive environment for a chat.

I learned she had a brother and was homeschooled. That she was often told she was quite 'normal' for not going through the usual curriculum when it came to learning but she was thankful her mother allowed to explore the subjects they were interested in. Including getting involved in a robotics competition run by Macquarie University. Something that sounded so cool to me and I hate myself for not asking more about it.

Unfortunately, being homeschooled meant she didn't have an ATAR to allow her easy access into a degree. Eivor told me she had to sit for the SAT and when she was finally admitted into tertiary education, the one major difficulty she faced were standardised exams.

And honestly, so true! Standardised tests are the worst. They don't even test anything practical about a subject - merely how well you might have crammed the information into your head the night before. It's a complete and utter joke and doesn't demonstrate one's actual knowledge.

Once our ice-skating session was over (in which I embarrassed myself by trying to do my usual T-stop on the skates but being encumbered by a weighted penguin, resulting in me overbalancing and falling on the ice), we had a simple affair of chicken nuggets and chips at the cafe located at the rink. Although I did offer Eivor a ride to another suburb or a restaurant close by, she refused.

Which, honestly, is fair.

We were strangers and for all she knew, I COULD have been a serial killer (spoilers: I'm not. In fact, I'm always in fear of my own life when I go out on dates. Beyond that, she was taller than me and could probably deadlift me if she so chose.). It doesn't help that so many of my friends have written into their wills that if they were to vanish under mysterious circumstances, I'd be to blame.

I should work on stamping out such baseless rumours. Permanently.

It wasn't the best food to have. And it didn't fill me up at all considering this was supposed to be lunch. Nevertheless, I didn't want to pressure Eivor into anything and had let her take the lead. From there, we investigated the nearby antiques store. RIGHT as it began to sprinkle down heavy drops of RAIN!

Given I lived in one of the neighbouring suburbs, my mind instantly turned to the LAUNDRY I had painstakingly washed and hung out to dry (thankfully, it was still quite a warm day and when I got back home to check, they weren't as wet as I thought despite the sudden sun shower).

Antique stores, it should be known, aren't places I normally frequent. Yes, I visited Dirty Janes in Bowral during the light show back in June this year but old pieces of furniture isn't something terribly enticing to someone like me. Probably because they aren't exactly the ancient artefacts I would hope to find in an archaeological dig. The most interesting things I DID see were taxidermy animals and a few Chinese vases. Unfortunately, there were not enough weapons to catch my eye at the exhibit. Now, Dirty Janes had a veritable display of knives to peruse. As well as a few cases filled with butterflies that would have looked delightful.

And so ended my date with Eivor.

Throughout it all, there wasn't much of a spark between us. Like many of the men, I wasn't filled with any kind of lustful thoughts or a desire to know as much as I could about her. In fact, I think what I felt was a combination of anxiety (and wishing to impress) as well as mild disappointment.

I had been hoping to be wowed but Eivor was like any person I might walk by on my daily commute to the office. Any curiosity I had remained entirely detached like she was another face in a crowd of thousands.

Similarly, I didn't feel like she was all that taken away by who I was. Some of that might be my below average self-worth, esteem and confidence talking but Eivor and I haven't chatted much since the encounter out on the ice. In fact the conversation have all but dried up. So, I suppose it's back to the drawing board for me.

It doesn't help that I find it immensely boring to talk about myself. After all, there's nothing truly exciting about my life (something I was warned not to say to strangers during a one-year-old's birthday party. Of course, when you don't know ANYONE at the birthday party and no-one extends a hand to chat with you - usually that's me actually - it's a difficult endeavour). But whenever I try to talk about a few of my passion projects, the conversation always seems to jump to another topic.

And given I'm more a Wednesday Addams wallflower than an Enid SInclair extrovert, it'll probably keep on being the same old story every time.

In fact, I told one of my friends that I think a possible ideal partner for me would be to have an excitable golden retriever chasing after my grouchy cat arse.

But beggars can't be choosers in the game of love. So, I guess we'll simply have to see where the next step takes me. Or I can just be satisfied with being single. And honestly? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[webironmongeryofficial1]

 The Ultimate Guide to Black Antique Door Hinges: Stylish, Durable, and Timeless

Black antique door hinges are the classic ones and often a style choice people consider when looking to add real class and period elegance to their door hardware. Durable, combining elegance with a great deal of functionality, black antique door hinges london are perfect for use on old historic homes or just for that amazing touch needed on that dramatic sight from new doors at work, home, or anywhere in between.

Below is a comprehensive  uide from which we break down black antique door hinges and discuss their benefits, how to choose the right one, installation tips, and frequently asked questions. We'll also dig into real life case studies and statistics that have shown how these hinges are changing modern and traditional houses.

What Are Black Antique Door Hinges? 

Before moving on to the detail aspect of black antique door hinges, it would be better to understand what black antique door hinges are. In general, black antique door hinges are made from either steel or iron material and have a matt black finish, which gives them that old, classic look. They usually carry those elaborate designs with scrolled patterns or floral motives, thus placing them squarely within the folds of something of bygone eras, giving them a place in homes with traditional, rustic or vintage type interiors.

Black antique door hinges are different from other, more modern or industrial-looking standard hinges. In contrast with the former, these styles most stand out because of their charming old world aesthetic. Beyond their function in smoothly swinging open and closed, they also add to the eye appeal of the door.

Why Choose Black Antique Door Hinges?

There are several reasons why homeowners and designers are attracted to black antique door hinges. Let's discuss some of the most convincing factors why such hinges are a great choice for any door.

·   Timeless Aesthetic Appeal

Black antique door hinges london  are perfect and will add class to your doors with their intricate designs and matte finish. These are suitable for any interior styles, from Victorian to modern farmhouse. Elegant black antique hinges are perfect for bedrooms, living rooms, bathroom entrance or even entrance doors.

·   Durability and Strength

Black antique door hinges are crafted from robust materials, steel or iron, making them both beautiful but strong. Heavy in weight and usage, they make sense for heavy doors, such as double doors or solid wood doors.

·   Versatility

Despite their antique look, black antique door hinges are incredibly versatile. They work well with both interior and exterior doors. Whether you’re adding a historical touch to a front door or looking for hardware that complements your traditional interior doors, these hinges are the ideal option.

·   Easy to Maintain

One of the many reasons why black antique door hinges are particularly great is that they are easily maintained. The matte black finish tends to cover up dust, fingerprints, and other marks that may appear over time. Moreover these hinges are less likely to rust, especially if sealed in a protective coating.

·   Ease of Maintenance

Although expensive looking at first, black antique door hinges are very affordable options, particularly when compared to other ornamental hardware. The prices vary according to the material and design complexity, but most of the available options can be bought very inexpensively, hence within reach for homeowners having different budgets.

Choosing the Right Black Antique Door Hinges for Your Home

Buying black antique door hinges may seem to be rather simple, but the variety available in the stores can make it a tough decision. To help you decide on the best option for your home, check out these essential factors to consider-

·   Door Type and Size of the Door

The size and weight of your door determine what size hinge is suitable for your project. Lighter doors are capable of being supported with a smaller hinge, whereas heavier doors require stronger, larger hinges. For example, oversized black antique door hinges are great to use when you have larger, heavy doors such as you might in an entryway or an old fashioned library.·  Quality of Material

Black antique hinges are produced in materials such as iron, brass, steel or bronze. Of course, the hinge needs to be of strong material that is excellent to hold the weight and stresses on a door. Of all options, it is often found that iron and steel can best withstand your standard doors whereas brass and bronze add some elegance as well.

·   Hinge Style and Design

Black antique hinges come in a range of designs, from ornate Victorian designs, simple formats, or even custom made patterns. You can choose a hinge style that would best fit the theme of your home. If you would want to give a door a rustic feel, for instance, consider using a weathered or distressed finish.

·   Finish and Coating

Black antique door hinges are usually powder coated, enamelled, or oil-rubbed to make them sturdy and rust-proof. Choose a type of finish that would protect the finish well from wear and tear in your environment. Matte is ideal when you want not-so-bright finishes, while glossy ones have a more showy look with their shine and reflectiveness.

·   Functionality and Installation 

Consider the functionality of the black antique hinge. Are they to be used on doors that open and close many times in a day?

The hinges should therefore be smooth and easy to operate while still able to stand regular use. Also make sure to check on the hinges' suitability with your door and frame. One should also refer to the manufacturer's guidelines on installing it. 

Tips on the Installation of Black Antique Door Hinges

Installing black antique door hinges london is quite a simple process if it is done right. Here are some steps along with some tips on how to install these hinges properly

Step 1: Removing Old Hinge 

Before installing new hinges on the door, you have to uninstall old hinges on the door and frame. Take out all the screws holding the old hardware with a screwdriver or drill. Carefully take out the hinges.

Step 2: Measurement and Marking

Measure the positioning of the hinges on the door by marking where the new black antique door hinges will be placed. This ensures the hinges are evenly spaced and aligned correctly for proper door movement. 

Step 3: Drilling Pilot Holes

Drill pilot holes at the marked locations using a drill. Make sure the pilot holes are the correct size for your hinge screws. Incorrect screw sizes can damage either the door or frame so be sure to verify any recommendations from the manufacturer before making any cuts.

 Step 4: Attach the Hinges

Place the hinges on the marked spots and secure them with screws. Tighten the screws firmly to ensure that the hinges are securely fastened. Be careful not to overtighten, as this can cause the hinges to bend.

Step 5: Test the Door

With the hinge installed, open and close the door. If it is not working correctly, try adjusting the screws.

Case Studies: How Black Antique Door Hinges Changed the Fate of These Homes

Case Study 1: Restoring a Victorian Home

Choosing black antique door hinges was just one of the important details in restoring a Victorian-style home in London. Indeed, attention to detail is essential in this case. With the choice of period appropriate interiors, the restoration works on this home was heightened. Of course, the aesthetic beauty came out when new hinges were added to the doors. Not only did the old house embody a modern touch, but it also gained the attention of visitors and even local preservation groups who complimented it.

Case Study 2: Adding Charm to a Rustic Farmhouse

 Black antique door hinges are chosen for modern farmhouse renovation in the countryside, not only a rustic look but also elegant. The combination of sturdy iron hinges and distressed black finish tied up the design of the room well to make it an authentic space. The project created for the homeowners a warm welcoming space for guests, with the hinges as both functional hardware and decorative accents. 

Case Study 3: Renovation of a Historic Restaurant

This historic New York restaurant needed to replace its doors with a classic touch. The chosen solution was to replace the existing hardware in this restaurant with black antique door hinges. These door hinges not only look great but are also very strong; thus, they are able to sustain the traffic within this restaurant. It won over both public and critical acclaim by showcasing elegance in perfect function. 

FAQs

  1. How Long Will Black Antique Door Hinges Last?

Black antique door hinges can last for several decades with proper care and maintenance. The quality of the material used and how the finish is applied would determine the longevity. For instance, iron and steel materials are relatively durable. 

2. Do Black Antique Door Hinges Work Well Outside?

Yes, black antique door hinges are excellent for outside doors if they are made from rust-resistant metals like iron or steel. However, the hinges must have a weather-resistant finish so that it does not corrode. 

3. What Size Hinges Do I Need for My Door?

Typically, the hinge size is determined by the weight and dimensions of a door. Most interior doors use 3.5-inch or 4-inch hinges, whereas heavier doors require 5-inch or larger hinges. 

4. Are black antique door hinges customizable?

Black antique door hinges can be ordered by many manufacturers in various designs, finishes, and sizes to match your ideal aesthetic for the house. 

5. Can I install black antique door hinges myself?

Yes, with the right tools and instructions, installing black antique door hinges is a DIY-friendly project. However, if you're unsure, it’s always a good idea to consult a professional

 Conclusion: Elevate Your Doors with Black Antique Hinges 

Black antique door hinges are an elegant and functional choice for homeowners looking to add character and charm to their doors. Whether you're restoring a historic home, renovating a farmhouse, or upgrading your front door, black antique hinges offer a timeless appeal that can complement various interior and exterior styles. Understanding the different factors involved in selecting, installing and maintaining black antique door hinges will help you to make a very informed decision in respect of your doors.

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[onlyhappyvibes]

[heterophobique]

Been on 2 dates with a guy in less than a week and usually we’re texting each other all day every day but we didn’t text last night and I texted him this morning and he hasn’t responded and now I’m like 😔 where you at, bestie … where you at …

[jewelrybywillscott]

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[ceadleiriu]

Craftsman Dining Room in Houston Kitchen/dining room combo - large craftsman concrete floor kitchen/dining room combo idea with no fireplace

[heulevescant]

I'm going to *try* to post the antique pins this week/weekend what price range do you think I should go for

[the-hyphen-is-important]

I found a 1922 electric singer sewing machine table at Goodwill for $55 and I got it and I'm crying because it's gorgeous and I love it and I've wanted one for years

[honeymoonsimmer]

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[delirious-donna]

Morning Epiphany [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: cockwarming with Hiromi was suggested to me when I opened my requests/ideas for this wonderful man and I immediately leapt on it because YES!

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: cockwarming, reader being the teeniest bit mean to poor Hiro, whining and whimpering from the lawyer…

Masterlist

“Hiro… it’s so early, why are you in here?”

The sun had barely begun to crest, the earliest rays warming the bedspread that was surprisingly empty. A hand reaching out to your husband’s side confirmed the first stirring of your consciousness, he wasn’t here, and if he wasn’t here then there were only two places he could be.

Despite the lure of sleep trying to coax you back into the cozy haze of dreams, you couldn’t possibly sleep when your other half was missing, and so early too. The blinking lights of the alarm clock signalled the hour and helped to push your feet to the rug by the bed, stretching and pouting.

The bathroom was empty, there was no remnant of steam from the scalding hot showers he took every morning and you scowled at your dishevelled reflection in the mirror. Your hair stuck up at odd angles, eyes puffy from how quickly you got out of bed and your sleepshirt—an old well-worn sweatshirt of Hiromi’s—was creased beyond belief.

Your steps took you towards the office and the scent of freshly brewed coffee that wafted enticingly into your nose. The door creaked on antique hinges, your missing man turning with his brow furrowed from having his concentration broken. The expression shifted into a smile almost immediately, a sheepish smile at that.

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to,” he apologised sincerely, settling back in his chair to stretch his arms up and over his head. The wide sleeves of his black t-shirt, now faded to grey at best, pushed back and your eyes dipped to the hint of black happy trail that peeked from beneath the hem with a sigh of appreciation.

Hiromi couldn’t help but chuckle. Hastily he fixed his face with a look of admonishment, one sleek eyebrow rising near to his hairline. “Eyes up here, Mrs Higuruma.”

“Sorry—wait. Why am I apologising? It’s the arse crack of dawn, what are you doing up let alone working?”

His eyes drooped, nervously fidgeting with the pen on his desk.

Before he could respond, you grabbed the back of his chair and scooted it out further from the desk to his confusion. The lines wrinkling his forehead smoothed out when your knee bracketed his hip, followed by the other until you sat straddling his lap. Your fingers ran through the limp strands of the hair hanging near into his eyes, humming at the glorious warmth of his body melding into yours.

“Epiphany moment?” Hiromi offered uncertainly. He was too preoccupied by the soft squish of your hips and backside, hands full of the meat of you, and desperately trying to will his cock not to harden any further. To his disappointment and your triumph, he was failing miserably.

You planted teasing kisses to his jawline, barely-there touches of your lips until you were decorating his throat and prominent Adam’s apple with wet little marks. “Don’t let me stop you, Hiro… you can pretend I’m not here. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

He dropped his chin, staring at you with suspicious disbelief. Swallowing thickly when you offered your best most innocent looking smile, laying your cheek on his shoulders and drawing one of his hands away from where he was pawing at your rump. “Work, if that’s what you want to do.”

Hiromi groaned and looked skyward as if some answer would arrive if he begged for it hard enough. He knew this game well enough, and not once had he won. He didn’t fancy his odds on this particular day either.

It started out fairly uneventful. Hiromi managed to refocus his attention towards the computer screen and the ruling he had been in the middle of reading when you appeared, but soon enough the words no longer made sense. Your fingertips grazed his chest, delicate scrapes of your nails across the cotton hiding his nipples and it was maddeningly distracting.

Instead of calling it out, knowing it would only result in you doubling down your efforts, he exhaled through his nose and shifted in his seat to give some respite to the erection chafing the waistband of his pyjama trousers. Immediately, he knew it was the wrong move. Your pelvis sunk closer to him, rubbing more friction into his aching length and he swore he could smell your arousal hanging heavy in the air.

He did his best to ignore your naughty fingers moving between you, to pretend you weren’t pulling him free and playing in the mess of precum leaking from his tip. His fingers tightened around the mouse in his hand, the sound of plastic groaning from the onslaught of pressure enough to make him blink and loosen his hold.

“You will be the death of me, love.”

The loose fist around his shaft paused. “Keep working or I’ll go back to bed… alone.” You were slick with arousal, the lack of panties leaving a dark stain on the crotch of Hiromi’s pyjamas that didn’t go unnoticed by either of you. The temptation to lift to your knees and sink down onto his cock was building, but you couldn’t reward him so readily for his leaving you in bed this morning. Not until he was a little more desperate, and by the hue of the rash at his neck and dappling of his cheeks, there was still a little ways to go.

Hiromi was failing fast, and he knew you were waiting to pounce and worsen his predicament. Worsen was hardly the right term given how eager he was to be swallowed by your plush velvet-lined walls, but since you were insistent that he continue to work, he wasn’t going to be rewarded until he did. The pen scratched across the surface of his notepad, the ink drying in shaky lines whilst you cupped his balls and rolled them between your fingers and thumb. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what he was writing made sense but if it gave the illusion of cooperation, he’d write utter gibberish all day long.

You held out as long as you could manage, the burning desire palpable on the dewy apples of your cheek and the heat of your breasts hidden beneath your husband’s sweatshirt. At long last you teased his pulsing cock between your folds, tapping the sticky cockhead against your pert little clit and finally lining him up at your entrance. The muscles contracted around him, that first inch a delicious stretch that pushed you to your limits not to slam right down to his fat balls and cry out from the bliss.

The descent was drawn out, testing your patience and resolve to the limits, as well as forcing stuttering breaths out of Hiromi’s heaving chest. You didn’t chastise the return of his hands, the adoration sweeping through his palms as they raised the hem of your sweatshirt so he could see himself disappearing into your pussy. He fisted the fabric, grasping at your hips with eyes heavy with lust and you simply had to taste him, even only for a moment.

Your lips crashed atop his, tongue licking over the seam of his bottom lip and pressing into his mouth to swallow the whine that crawled from his throat. It echoed inside your head, the urge to roll your hips over and over until he filled your belly with his seed burned like a white-hot flame. Your skin itched, fingers curled into claws that dove into Hiromi’s thick head of hair and you nearly didn’t break your kiss, nearly were consumed by the passion you felt in your heart.

“Hmmmpff.” Hiromi wailed when you finally came to some semblance of your senses, your pelvis flush against his but no longer moving. He stared at you in longing, watching whilst you swiped a finger over your kiss-swollen lips and sucked the remnants of his spit from the pad. The smile you offered was purely saccharine, and his throat itched with the need to bounce you on his cock until you gushed all over him and the chair.

“Please?” He asked on a whisper, aquiline nose nudging into your cheek.

“You have your epiphany moment to deal with mister lawyer, c’mon… you can last a little longer. Let me warm you and once I’m satisfied, I’ll ride you until your legs want to give out,” you purred, mouth at the shell of his ear and leaving a kiss at the bone just behind.

Silently, he begged and pleaded for mercy on his tainted soul, as if some divine intervention was likely to intercept, he knew that wouldn’t be the case. You were the only divine deity in his world and your determination to give him a taste of his own medicine for abandoning the sacred ritual of morning cuddles was written across your features.

A sweat broke out across his brow as he studied the lines of text on the screen without recognising a single word. A drip of arousal dribbled from the spot you united, dribbling over the seam of his balls to stain the leather seat beneath. You clenched, and he crushed the pen in his hand, palm filled with tiny plastic shards that speared his skin.

“Darling… light of my life—I will do anything, anything, if you’ll just ride me,” he whimpered, discarding the busted pen and grabbing up your hands to kiss earnestly across your fingertips then knuckles. Hiromi was barely restraining the buck of his hips, the warmth almost too much wrapped around his dick but without the friction and rhythm of movement… it wasn’t enough.

Your resolve was being tested once more. The subtle wobble of his lower lip and the sincere longing in his whisky-smoked eyes cracked the shell of your conviction. Easing forward in one languid roll of your hips earned you the most delightful and pitiful whimper you had heard in a long time. His head fell back against the headrest of his chair, eyes screwed shut whilst you felt him twitch within your walls. He might just cum like this if you didn’t do something, and actually, you wouldn’t mind that in the slightest.

Never more had you enjoyed cockwarming Hiromi than at this moment, and you vowed to draw it out as long as he could endure.

“Fuck, Hiro… you feel so good. So warm and snug,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into him more. “Five more minutes…”

[ddarker-dreams]

mini love report — chrollo lucilfer

relationship health diagnosis — 70%*

symptom one — perceptive

this man is an information sponge. he notices everything. as a thief, he's accustomed to canvassing his surroundings. he'll have memorized the layout of your home by the second visit. it isn't for any nefarious purpose (probably), he's just always taking in information and cataloging it.

naturally, this sagacity extends to you. the normal cadence of your voice, mannerisms, favored words, and expressions; he'll know if something's bothering you before you realize it yourself. he isn't above using this knowledge of you for his own purposes. he'll gauge your body language and shift his approach to contentious topics. this is a lifelong habit of his that's difficult to break.

chrollo knows what people want to hear and he's used to utilizing that advantage. however, if you point this out, he'll try curbing the behavior. especially if you stress that it's his actual opinion you want to hear, not specially curated platitudes. he finds your desire for a candid approach almost... impressive? you'd rather disagree with his unfiltered thoughts than gloss over anything touchy. it bolsters his respect for you.

symptom two — enigmatic

there's a noticeable difference in what you know about each another. he knows the names of your co-workers, friends, and family members, as well as your hometown, job or school, etc... you can't say the same regarding him. he keeps his origins ambiguous. the way he frames his upbringing makes you feel guilty should you go prying. chrollo will tell you that he's an orphan who had a rough, destitute childhood, but that's about it. he could easily make up a story, but he doesn't like lying to you. he doesn't want the version of him that you love to be a false construct.

yes, there's the technicality of lying by omission. he doesn't get caught up on that detail.

symptom three — a lil lame

interestingly enough, the suave part of his brain starts acting up when he's known you long enough. this isn't to say that he loses his charm, but it stops being his go-to. now he just nerds out (he prefers the term 'discusses') whatever's caught his attention. there's this gleam in his eyes as he tells you about the history of a painting or antique, a childlike awe. he isn't elaborating to impress you with his knowledge, rather, he enjoys sharing his interests. especially since you care, you aren't just humoring him.

chrollo's emotions come out naturally when he's near you. it's subtle — a twitch of his eye if someone cuts you off, a light blush should you murmur his name while asleep. these simple forms of self-expression are foreign to him. he's used to playing roles, not the aftermath once the stage's curtains close. his corporeal form was all the evidence he had that he existed. lacking a sense of self invokes this numb, hollow feeling. you're his new, favorite proof that he's alive. his world's brighter with you in it.

primary area of concern

objectively speaking, chrollo's an ideal lover. he respects, cherishes, and admires you, altercations are rare. should disagreements occur, he never raises his voice or displays aggression. he'll hear you out and apologize should he feel he's in the wrong. he takes you out on dates, stares at you as if you were divinity incarnate whether you're wearing pajamas or a formal outfit. he's whipped and you both know it.

it's his immortality that keeps his score from being higher. he wouldn't ever hurt you, but his compassion for others is nonexistent. this unsightly side of him is hidden from your sight. at the end of the day, he's a murderer who experiences zero remorse for the pain he's inflicted upon others. he leads a double life. you won't ever completely know him.

selfishly, he doesn't want you to.

prognosis

everything hinges on chrollo preventing you from finding out about his illicit activities. luckily for him, subterfuge is his second nature. he rarely stresses about it. he has the manpower and resources necessary to make just about anything happen. if you're a civilian, the chances you'll uncover his identity on your own are next to nonexistent.

your future together is a priority to him — he doesn't take commitment lightly. you're likely the first person he's fallen in love with. if you'd have him, he'd want nothing more than to be your lifelong partner. marriage is a tradition he's never given much credence to. although, after meeting you, he understands the appeal. now it's a matter of finding a ring that matches your radiance...

*the universe has tried (and failed) to wrench you apart (0-20) your friends are praying that you'll break up (21-40) 'well it could/has be worse' bargaining mindset (41-60) a lil messiness as a treat (61-80) pure and wholesome (81-100)