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"โ๐ฎโ'โ๐ปโโ๐ชโ โ๐ธโโ๐ชโโ๐ชโโ๐ณโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ฌโโ๐ธโ โ๐พโโ๐ดโโ๐บโ โ๐ตโโ๐ชโโ๐ดโโ๐ตโโ๐ฑโโ๐ชโ โ๐ผโโ๐ดโโ๐บโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฉโโ๐ณโ'๐นโ โ๐งโโ๐ชโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ชโโ๐ปโโ๐ชโโฆ โ๐ฆโโ๐นโโ๐นโโ๐ฆโโ๐จโโ๐ฐโ โ๐ธโโ๐ญโโ๐ฎโโ๐ตโโ๐ธโ โ๐ดโโ๐ณโ โ๐ซโโ๐ฎโโ๐ทโโ๐ชโ โ๐ดโโ๐ซโโ๐ซโ โ๐น๐ญโโ๐ชโ โ๐ธโโ๐ญโโ๐ดโโ๐บโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฉโโ๐ชโโ๐ทโ โ๐ดโโ๐ซโ โ๐ด๐ทโโ๐ฎโโ๐ดโโ๐ณโโฆ โ๐ฎโ โ๐ผโโ๐ฆโโ๐นโโ๐จโโ๐ญโโ๐ชโโ๐ฉโ โ๐จโ-โ๐งโโ๐ชโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฒโโ๐ธโ โ๐ฌโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐นโโ๐นโโ๐ชโโ๐ทโ โ๐ฎโโ๐ณโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฉโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโโ๐ฐโ โ๐ณโโ๐ชโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ชโ โ๐น๐ฆโโ๐ณโโ๐ณโโ๐ญโรคโ๐บโโ๐ธโโ๐ชโโ๐ทโ โ๐ฌโโ๐ฆโโ๐นโโ๐ชโ. โ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโ โ๐นโโ๐ญโโ๐ดโโ๐ธโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฒโโ๐ดโโ๐ฒโโ๐ชโโ๐ณ๐นโโ๐ธโ โ๐ผโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฑโโ๐ฑโ โ๐งโโ๐ชโ โ๐ฑโโ๐ดโโ๐ธโโ๐นโโ, โ๐ฑโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฐโโ๐ชโ โ๐นโโ๐ชโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโโ๐ธโ โ๐ฎโโ๐ณโ โ๐ทโโโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณ" - Blade Runner
THE BASICS
This is Daffy, using any pronouns albeit with a preference for they/them, writing in UTC-6/MDT or UTC-7/MST, depending on the timezone shenanigans. I write 571401-TR/ "Tobs Ri", whoโs the primary focus of this introduction, as well as Kanti Jagx, whoโs intro is already up. To find starters or interactions for my characters, the format will be [characterfirstname]: starters or [characterfirstname]: interactions. This is a standard format across the blog for all musings, mirrors, etc., and as I start introducing these tags, I fully intend to make a directory, which will be linked HERE.
To get an idea of Tobs, Iโve included a bit of the app, specifically that first part!
[ fin argus, nonbinary, they/them] Look who just landed! 571401-TR โTOBS RIโ, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps youโre not worried as an UNDERBOSS of THE SKELETON CREW. The city has plenty of spots for a 25 year old ANDROID like you. Youโll be known in the city soon enough as THE ESOTERIC, being STRAIGHT-FORWARD and ODD.
THE STATISTICS
Full Name: 571401-TR Nickname: Tobs, Ri-ri, T-R Date of Birth: June 25th, 2380 Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: They/them Sexual Orientation: Asexual Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Current Age: 25 years. Modification: Android Affiliation: The Skeleton Crew Birthplace: Akumu Slums, New Jakarta Current Neighbourhood: Akumu Slums Occupation: They work as the underboss for the Skeleton Crew, while working to develop new variations of the drugs the gang sells. Known Languages: 571401-TR, being based on an academic research model, speaks most common languages in New Jakarta, including Martian Sign, Japanese, Mandarin, Bahasa Indonesia, Javanese, Hindi, Bengali, and English. However, Tobs doesn't have a language learning software, so they're unable to learn new languages without a full system adjustment, taking them out of commission for a hot second.
INSPIRATION
Pinterest!
Quote:ย "Do not compete with what is happening. To compete is to prepare for failure. Do not be trapped by the need to achieve anything. This way, you achieve everything." - Dune: Messiah
Label or Archetype:ย The Magician
Tropes : Do Androids Dream? Eccentric A.I., Reluctant Mad Scientist
Media Parallels:ย Andy (Alien: Romulus), Roy Batty (Blade Runner), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Ash (Alien)
Theme Song: We Must Be Killers by Mikky Ekko
Written Aesthetics:
Aniara by Harry Martinson
We're slowly coming to suspect that the space
we're traveling in is of a different sort
from what we thought whenever that word "space"
was decked out by our fantasies on Earth.
We're coming to suspect now that our drift
is even deeper then we first believed,
that knowledge is a blue naivetรฉ
which with a measured quantity of insight
imagined that the Mystery has structure.
We now suspect that what we claim is space
and glassy clarity around Aniaraโs hull
is spirit, everlasting and impalpable,
that we have strayed in spiritual seas.
Sight: The flash of bright blue in a pitch black room, screens so broken no one else can read them. The way neon looks when it rains. The instant fear the fortunate feel when meeting the mechanical for the first time. Sound: It clicks, clicks, clacks in the middle of the night, the motion and sound so frequent it marks the start of a day and the end of a night, so steady who needs a clock? Click click clack. The sound of innovation, of constant movement, of death. Taste: Iron and metal and the burn of it all, old pieces and new combined. Old and new and bright and dark and bitter like coffee overbrewed. You cough and red stains your mouth. Iron and metal and the burn of it all. Touch: Smooth and cold and crisp like water from Olympus. Hard to hold and harder to remember, but they are nothing but water and winter made real. Thought: Find. Work, Adjust. Find. Change. Solve the problem. Find. Adjust. Test. Test again. Adjust. Test. Try. Adjust. Change.
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my dark urge kitty^^
(a year before the game - act one)
#kitty the nautiloid is on fire - this aint about him#if anyone can guess where im going with her (or theyve heard me the 7 times i mentioned it)#LARIAN'S VERSION OF SAREVOK ISNT REAL. HE CANT HURT ME. TOB SAREVOK GET BEHIND ME#bg3#baldur's gate 3#changeling#dark urge#durge#scarabocchi#art#digital art#i dont like how these two look together but posting them alone bothered me because theyre both missing elements of her main design#< on purpose but still#/kitty#oh well idk what to add. ill ramble more abt her personality when i properly draw her post tadpole#artists on tumblr
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bc i'm obsessed with au ideas imma just start posting about some stuff i've came up with and promptly forgotten bc idk if i'll ever actually say them.
so this one is basically a fantasy au where scar is a vex adventurer who robs explores old/abandoned places and sells the loot, due to his vex heritage and a special charm from cub (also a vex), he is immune to most curses so he doesn't have to worry much about typical mortal curses so long as he doesn't keep cursed items on him for too long, and he can just get a magician to check them before he sells them (most pawnshops have a solid solution for checking for curses because otherwise it would be so easy to get cursed).
One day, he picks up a cursed amulet along with some of his other loot, which has no major negative effects, but the guy at the pawn shop lets him know it's like super magical, enough that they don't wanna hold onto it because it could get their business investigated if someone found it. Scar keeps it around while he figures out how to deal with it, since it could fetch a pretty penny if he can keep it out of sight from the magical guards (who would probably arrest scar on the spot if he got figured out bc he's vex)
anyways scar chills with it for a bit but then he gets haunted by the amulet's cursed resident, Grian! unfortunately this spooky figure has virtually no memory prior to his time in the amulet, so scar has to just deal with this spooky bird ghost in his jewelry.
anyways naturally he gets discovered by the guards and such and he has to get out of there and figure out a way to deal with this situation without prompting an 'international' incident (bc there's a high probability that scar getting arrested as a vex with a spooky evil gem would be a perfect prompt for the army to launch a xenophobic war against vex despite them having nothing to do with it).
#goodtimeswithscar#desert duo#grian#au idea#tobs talks#anyways there's a bit of lore as to why they don't like grian's specific amulet#but you'd have to ask me about that or just make an educated guess#(please ask me even if you're just making an educated guess i'd love it)
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[sketchy digital drawing of Eleanor and Velvet from Berseria. Eleanor's hands are folded in prayer, draped over Velvet's shoulders. She looks down at her with a worried expression, tears rolling down her cheeks. Velvet looks up at her impassively, lightly clutching Eleanor's forearms with bloody hands, more blood dripping down her face and from her mouth. Light shines from above them, and red clouds fade in from below]
here, kitty kitty there's too much demon blood in these self-appointed angels
#tales of berseria#berseria#tob#tales of series#tales of#eleanor hume#velvet crowe#veleanor#velvet x eleanor#blood#christianity#caption is from#demon kitty rag#by#katzenjammer#2022#image described#digital art#i forgot about this one tbh lol i dont remember if theres a reason velvet has both arms or if i forgot the bandages
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Very happy to read comments and hashtags like these Gives me the dopamine rush
#whining still about the dumb rules lmao#at least smutty fanfics arent somehow banned#heard they eased this dumb rule a bit#me#babble#tobs
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i find it funny seeing so many people complain about how sarevok and viconia were handled in bg3 because iโm on throne of bhaal right now and,,,, they do act like that. viconia has left my party twice because i helped too many people and sarevok has only been with us for like a week but he bitches constantly and says something to goad GW into threatening to kill him again like every day.
i, as a player, am kind of insane about both of them. i see the potential for their redemption arcs. but my GW isnโt that much of a saint sorry heโs got bigger problems and hates hates hates sarevok so much
#is this a hot take?#because while i have not FINISHED ToB so far i see absolutely nothing that contradicts what they do in bg3#i had the first sarevok redemption conversation yesterday and i am very insane about him#i was like yeah i can see how this could turn into a conversation where sarevok realizes he can have another chance#however abdel would not fucking say that#anyways i wonโt tag this because i donโt want the gamers to dogpile me#iโm just making my own observations#i think they would in fact do that
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sigh.
time to finish berseria i think. :(
#junk#tales of berseria#tob#tales of#i have sooo many thoughts about the game now that i've replayed it#AND that i did most of the character sidequests#excluding velvet (i didn't know i had to raise her cooking level lol i never used that function!)#and eizen (yo lv 110 monster while i'm at lv 70?? i killed him once but then he revived and i was like nah i'll grind this later)#magilou's and rokurou's broke my heart as fucking usual#eleanor's was interesting seeing her get so angry and full of malevolence#it's a travesty that i missed them the first time but honestly i just wanted to know what was going to happen in the end#it's insane how much they explain in the sidequests#especially magilou's (it's always the goofy characters that have the most heartbreaking/fucked up ones huh?? see: zelos)#i'm in the final level now i'm not ready for the ending credits to roll and see the life velvet could have had#here come the tears i guess!!!!!#top 5 fave games for sure
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how the fuck are you a velvet stan when her entire story revolves around being in love with her little brother and finding a replacement for him!!!!! the game literally ends with her stuck in eternity with him!!!!!!! what the hell
HUH...... okay first of all her entire story arc is about coming to terms with her trauma and finally being able to let love & light into her life. also about finally getting revenge on an institution that betrayed her and caused her to become a monster. it's a great arc, she's the best Tales of protagonist and that's why we #stan
Second of all Velvet wasn't in love with her Laphi dawg what game did you play ๐ญ that was her BROTHER..... dont be weird. and she makes it abundantly clear that the way she sees Phi is as a brother. Yes he starts off as a replacement for Laphi and I recognize that's a weird thing to do but she's not supposed to be a good person, this is a game about a lot of traumatized jerks and Velvet is one of them. Phi definitely had a precocious crush on her but Velvet seems pretty unaware of it from what I understand, she only sees him as a little brother. Although in time she starts to back off from this when Phi expresses that it makes him angry/uncomfortable. iirc that's also around the time you start to see her develop healthier relationships with some of the other members of the Menagerie. her going from treating him as a replacement for Laphi to viewing him as more of a treasured friend (and maybe like.... a kid she babysits let's be real) was very obvious to me so again, idk what game you played
as for the ending ๐ญ c'mon man. that's not even Laphi she's with, that's Innominat. Velvet recognizes that Laphi is gone forever and the reason why she decides to spend all of eternity with Innominat is because SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN CONTAIN HIS POWER. literally the only one. She knows that this is the only way the world can be saved and it's a huge moment for her character bc she previously never viewed this as a world worth saving and now not only does she see that it is, but she also feels she was in part responsible for its ruin so that's why she chooses to sacrifice herself in this way. it's a beautiful and bittersweet ending and your reduction ignores like tens of hours wort of critical character development.
ANYWAYS all that being said please enjoy this beautiful art of Velvet that @lexsnotdead made for me
I suggest you change your ways immediately or just leave me and my favorite fictional woman in peace God bless ๐ซก๐งก
#tales of berseria spoilers#ToB spoilers#that one mutual that doesn't mess around about Velvet Crowe
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im glad altrive managed to get like four people banned on roblox for a day for saying the word "fattie" in one stream and about under an hour
#altrive#hes really nice ive thought about it#totally not like he told them to say it#poor tobs lmao
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I feel you on thr Xan mod frustration. I remember one time he said something like "I'm glad Irenicus didn't scar your face at least; its un-elven to mar beauty" (non-bonded path)
And like bro, THAT is the silver lining you're trying to take from the whole ordeal? Also went against my headcanon that her face did get scarred, so...
Dumped Xan after that for Haer'dalis. Not even Edwin is that insensitive!
I really just dont understand the mod's popularity. I can't imagine BG1 Xan saying that
oh my god i would hate that lmao
yeah there's this huge shift to him now caring about beauty a lot (among other things). i can see the appeal of the sequel in that there are a lot more interaction options with him, there's more dialogue, there's more events, there's a whole new path, there's more everything, but. his heart is not there ๐ฅฒ he's just kind of a shallow jerk
#sovo answers#am i crazy or does he not have a flirt convo too where he's like 'u never wear jewelry so let's fix that'#and drops a necklace into ur inventory completely unprompted#LIKE... since when did he care about dressing charname up in *jewelry*??#and i hate charname's dialogue options too. 'shhh look at me arent i so young and beautiful? doesnt that make you less depressed?' like WHA#also in tob he's like 'charname kills everyone she thinks is a threat ๐ just like all bhaalspawn' which just infuriates me#he more than anyone should recognize that you're helpless to do anything but watch the prophecy play out no matter what you do#if he wants her to live there's no other way out than through bloodshed#he should be 5 steps ahead and resigned to the grim reality yet fighting for you anyway. but bg2 has him stuck being petty
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๐พAn eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles //perhaps he stumbles upon their lil farmhouse in the middle of nowhere? ๐
[ Eerie Atmospheric Prompts / Accepting! / @outofthiisworld ]
When BJ emerged from the portal that fuckin' na.zi pig scientist threw him into, he half expected to go to some futuristic place with big honkin' robots instead of people, or little green aliens. Instead, place he went to looked like home. Like Mesquite. Plenty of folks back when he was a boy had acres upon acres of land. Some of 'em tended livestock there, like his father. Others of 'em tilled the land, grew things themselves, sold 'em at them farmer markets they held weekly.
It was, to say the absolute fucking least, bittersweet. Sometimes he missed this America. The one before the war. Before the na.zis. Before he saw the American people he thought he respected peddle eugenics and bigotry. Or maybe that was there the whole time, since he was a kid, and he never done noticed it in nobody but his father till it was too late.
America or not, this land was cultivated. There weren't any trees, no undergrowth, no brush, no nothin'. That meant somebody had made it this way, this flat, thus ready-to-till and farm. But who? Felt like he'd been walking for hours. Maybe it was just a few minutes. He didn't know. What he did know though was that sun was setting, with it the cold was settling in, and he needed a goddamn shirt. When they'd thrown him in that portal, they hadn't given him one. Why the fuck would they? No guns neither. Just his fists, his pants, boots, undergarments. And a rumbling stomach.
After walking ahead indefinitelyโ not like he had a choiceโ he eventually saw something. Little light. Was coming out a window. A farmhouse. Somebody had to live in there. BJ practically broke into a sprintโ or, he would've if he didn't worry 'bout getting himself shotโ but decided to briskly walk instead. Soon as he made it to the doorโ again, he was pleasantly surprised this place had doorsโ he knocked.
#[if you need more to work with lmk]#๐ช in character ๐ฆ
#[I'm thinking this is during or before TOB. if you dont know what that means Dont Woery About It]#[and tysm for sending this. ily man]#outofthiisworld
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why does tales of berseria have such a high ratio of Heterosexual Fanfic
#Not as in why is there m/f fanfic I mean the energy is very 'this was written by a heterosexual#Meanwhile tob is about an extremely angry suicidal gay woman. And her group of other angry suicidal gay people. And her baby brother she ha#to watch for the weekend
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honestly i've decided i like the name toby (as well as austin but it's besides the point) but i used to be into dsmp and i hate the idea of someone thinking i chose the name bc of tubbo. no shade to him but the idea of someone saying that fills me with rage.
#besides#it's actually from like a completely different story that i loved as a teenager.#tobs talk#<- i think i should change that tag but i am lazy T-T#if someone i don't know makes a joke about it i will instantly block i think...
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ToB Experience Chatter -- Tails are Sacred!
"While I get having to bring back some proof to claim Dyle-san's 'dead', I feel like cutting off his entire tail's a bit much. Isn't it like a fifth leg for animals or something?"
"RROW! MRR, MRAH! MRRROW!"
Master Lulu says, "If this Velvet character existed in his universe, he'd give her a good walloping for daring to hurt a tail!" I've never seen him so passionate before. Master Velvet must be quite the character to rile Master Lulu up.
"Velvet-san sure does command a presence whenever she's around. Just be sure not to get too careless when you get your payback-- that daemon arm of hers' might suck you in!... I think?"
#The Kresnik ToB Experience#[RIP Dyle's tail. You will be missed.]#[Though our resident cat is about to throw paws over it.]
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Mochi what do you think about 90s model reader (think brandi quinones) and loumand (they 100 percent watch fashions shows in modern days)?
Its cannon that they like people who capture attention (*coff coff* lestat). I think they would meet her in a show and would send her flowers and letters to court her and all that jazz
Sorry if this is weird :/
vogue
ห๏ฝกโ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand
in which your pefermonce off and on the runway catches their attention
author note: I ate this up so much, I literally scoured Pintrest and fell down a rabbit hole and have to fight every desire in my body to do another multipart series for this
The production people move like flies past your eyes while you sit in your regal beauty. Eyes unblinking, legs crossed perfectly, your hair now braided pulled up into a bun with a few pieces falling and curled.
You hold the hand of Armand, his finger runs over and over. You've come to learn this calms not just your nerves but his as well. Louis remains off to the side, he is weary of cameras these days. Preferring to leave you and Armand to such matters.
But when you pout those lips and flutters those ethereal eyes he relents to sit to the sides.
When the interviewer settles in the chair he has your attention and your back straightens.
"Runway, Vogue and Dior, red carpets, music videos. But your most recent appearance in the critically acclaimed rock star The Vampire Lestat's music video put's you back in the public eye when you should look much more...different." That breaks your picturesque facade with a light giggle that crinkles your dark lined eyes,
"That damned name'
'Calm yourself my love.' You catch Louis' fleeting gaze.
"How does the face of the 80s and 90s reappear in the 2000s rained in blood and completely untouched by age?"
"Hmm I think I have my wonderous loves to thank for that, there are only so many things that can hide the thief of the night that is time. But I seem to be lucky to have escaped its grasp." Armand places a languid kiss to the back of your hand while Louis raises his glass from the side.
"I believe the Gift only encapsulated the beauty she had from the moment we first met." Armand speaks up.
"And this would be during your rookie years as an athlete may say?"
"Yes at the beginning of my runway career in my early 20s, though I would not turn till 30. Around the mid 80s I was found by my lovely companions when I was at my lowest. Watching from the sides. And I did everything to ensure not to fall in love."
"Cheeky." Louis coos in your mind.
"Let's go back then, how were you back then? You say you were at your lowest but your face was desired by so many."
"Beauty, fame, money, sex is all so fleeting. And the fashion industry sucked every bit out of you till you were a husk for them to drag along until the needles and knife was needed to hide any evidence of your decline."
Armand will never admit it out loud but he was particularly fond of the 80s and 90s. He loved the fashions o each era, but he fell in love with runway. It was theatre in an entirely new facet. Louis can recall, though his companions face was stone cold, the glimmer of warmth in his eyes that watched each and every model. Catching every small finite detail.
Louis was more than happy to donate and invest in the ocassional piece for Armand who returned the favor. Until one evening they are encaptured by a beauty amount the sea of tall skinny legs.
This angel that graced the runway one evening of Paris Fasion week. It was dull, Armand confided in Louis as they dressed for the show they and and a few exclusive members were invited to.
One by one Armand began to count them like sheep until she entered. A sheer black tube tob pencil skirt dress with a billowy white blouse beneath. Your eyes are smoky and sharp and your lips a bright chery red. When you walk, you lack the stiffness the other girls move with, no no you glide. The runway is your stage, you dance so beautifully.
Armand sits up as you walk past. He neded you then, he neededyou now.
When you are off you brush past the fussy designers who bark orders in French that is too fast and English far too broken. All you care to know is you have a period of relief to indulge in a smoke and soon after a bump from one of your acquaintances.
You slump in your seat, a cigarette warms you up as you enjoy the momentary silence until you are up again. You grow tired, bored of this. You see it boiling in your eyes, past the makeup, the eye liner and rouge.
From your side one of the assistants carefully moves to your side.
"For you ma'am a gift from some of our most generous investors of the arts."
"M' not sleeping with them" you mumble around the still lit cigarette which dangles from your lips as you open the card tucked into the dozens of fresh roses.
"A rose for a rose." You grumble putting out your cigarette on the card and getting up to squeeze into the sheer scandalous dress though you would hardly call it that with the piรจce de rรฉsistance being an intricate veil that twists and covers and is encrusted with diamonds around your face and binding in the back.
As you go to line up, standing still for any changes and a quick make up touch you are nudged to get in line. But a thought lingers in your mind.
When you walk you can't help but wonder, which one of you wants to sleep and tell the tale, hm?
"On the contrary my dear." You almost falter when you turn to walk back. That man's voice sends shives down your spine as you carefully make sure not to falter. "We would prefer to have you more than just in the flesh."
His partner to the left flashes you a cocky smile. He's lucky you are being watched otherwise you would have scowled.
"Aw, don't scowl like that chere."
They follow you to London. Your picture is in all the tabloids and paprazzi is stationed outside of your hotel where you quckly find the bar. In an act of defiance, and trying to add your flare, you stopped during midwalk to kiss the collar of your mysterious suitor leaving a perfect red stain.
Since then your manager has been bombarded with numerous calls for editorials, spreads, and interviews.
"Another glass for her please."
Your eyes cut to the beautiful man whose eyes look enchanting through the fog of smoke he carefully clows away from your direction. A black turtle neck tucked into a pair of slacks to battle the chill.
But no words can describe the work of art that are his eyes which stare deep into your yours,
"I don't sleep with fashion fanatics, not anymore at least" you mumble into the dirty martini before a new one is placed in front of you.
The corner of his lips twitch into a mix of a smile and a smirk.
"Nah I'm not into the whole art of fashion. Just a simple collector is all," he watches how your luscious lips leave a red imprint along the rim of the glass.
"Oh? And do I fit your collection?"
He hums, "I'd dare to say you outshine it."
"Let me guess," you rest your cigarette in the ashtray to give him your undivided attention. "Your wife wants to watch doesn't she?" Your eyes look pass his shoulder at the women and some of your fellow workers.
"Your far off. Got no wife, but my companion does enjoy to watch ocasionally." Louis leans forward, his chin on your shoulder and his cold lips touch your ear. "And he's been watching this entire time my dear."
Your head quickly turns and sure enough, a man watches at the end of the bar. A gass half filled, his both arms rest on the counter and his eyes remain unmoving on you both.
"Put her tab on my card will you?" Your mysterious heart throb drops a card that clanks and you catch a glimps of the name.
"Louis de Pointe du Lac" you read it to yourself as he stands to walk languidly to the man. Placing a hand don his shoulder and sitting beside him.
You should be unnerved by their constant appearances, but you enjoy this game of cat and mouse. Sharing words at afterparties, drinks at hotel bars, and one night together in the satin sheets of Milan.
Your room is always filled with flowers when you arrive. Champagne and chocolates await by your bedside. You never fail to find their eyes in the crowd, you dare to say this is what love must feel like.
You keep the notes and letters from Armand. His way with words are what bring the light back in your eyes as you walk and model.
Whatever it is, your agent tells you one day, keep it up. because you begin t see a spike in your career and appearances. Leading you to walk your first large red carpet event.
When you step out of the shining vintage car immediately you are met with flashes, clinging to your sur shrug for comfort imagining their arms as you walk and pause for questions and for photographs.
"Can we be under the assumption you have a special someone?" Your interviewer asks over the roar of paparazzi and photographers at a red carpet event.
"Hmm, I guess you could continue to speculate." You give a cheeky grin to the camera as you walk off with a flurry of questions at your leathered heels.
When you enter the museum hosting the charity event they await you. Your drop your shrug into the arms of one of the attendants while Armand takes hold of your clutch. You walk in between them looking at the beautifully restored and donated pieces. The theme is very rococo and you adore it, the artwork, pottery and ceramics and the beautifully restored gowns on display.
"Oh my goodness look at this one, it reminds me of a Monet" you coo as you stand before the water lily pond. Your hand on your chest as you pause. You wish it were yours. Though it is not the original you want it still.
And that's enough for Armand to place a red sticker near the artists name.
"Oh you didn't have to, Armand." you pout at him as he cups your jaw looking into your eyes.
"You clearly desired it, did you not?" When all you do is nod he hums. His thumb begins to stroke the soft skin of your jaw. "Then you shall have it."
"We would travel the cities I was in. And during the off season I spent here or in the comforts of one of our other homes. I believe Berlin will be our destination this year for the holidays, right my love?"
And how can Armand no to those eyes.
They gleam with mischief, golden flakes sparkle in your bright eyes. "Whatever her hearts desires I have assumed the duty to fulfill each ofthem, we both do."
You shush him, had you still been mortal you swear your cheeks would be flushed.
The interviewer
"But I believe this Gift would have to be my most treasured one."
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Secondo apparently:
You know what? good for her.
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