𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛͟𝐚͟𝐝͟ 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇.

“ tel fils telle mère， semble-t-il. ” the tongue of a husband she despised， used intentionally in moments of insult. a foundation of attraction built only upon seeing herself crumbling at the imbalance.

i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.

all my 𝓁ove belongs to 𝘺𝘰𝘶 — you are it❜s 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 .

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗒.

meanwhile ， nicolas wasn’t close to his violin —— mindless whispers falling past his lips as he was writing his own music ， clouded mind becoming slightly clearer each night .

bejewelled eyes trail from their head down to their toes, and back again—deeply unimpressed, and yet intrigued by the audacity. her statuesque stillness only breaks with a regal tilt of the head, voice low and smooth when it eventually comes. pandora operates on her own time.

the smile on her lips that remained while watching lestat leave slowly died down as gabriella's words reached her ears. she clenched her jaw, commanding her fangs to retract to their places, before meeting the other's gaze. ↓