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"His eyes closed to just feel. Snippets of verse floated through his mind.  

In the columned halls, we embrace

His cheek rests against mine  

Happiness like this comes once

in a thousand years"

Captive Prince by C.S.Pacat

Erasmus and Kallias, our tragic lovers.

#SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP #so so beautiful

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damen love fest 2023 / day 7: foils and parallels

antagonists: damen & kastor

#LET’S GOOOOOO #YOUR SOUL SHALL BE MADE THY BROTHER AND YOUR BLOOD SHALL LAP THE BLOOD OF THE OTHER

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"Damen stood, his sword in his hands, and tried not to feel small, like a younger brother."

#THE SOUL OF ONE SHALL BE MADE THY BROTHER AND THY TONGUE SHALL LAP THE BLOOD OF THE OTHER!!!

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I love how Auguste haunts the narrative in a pretty traditional sense (and it is devastating) but Kastor also does this. The kind brother Damen knew doesn't exist anymore, we witness his death right at the beginning of the book and then Damen drags his corpse to the end of the book. Kastor is as much of a haunting ghost for Damen as Auguste is for Laurent. Damen still hoping that his brother is in there and it's not just his body with a stranger inside it. Two older brothers dearly loved, both dead from the start.

#THE SOUL OF ONE SHALL BE MADE THY BROTHER AND THY TONGUE SHALL LAP THE BLOOD OF THE OTHER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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damen & kastor

captive prince by c.s pacat // a brother named gethsemane by natalie diaz // succession 4x10, kendall hugging roman until his stiches open up // jewish literacy by rabbi joseph telushkin // kings rising by c.s pacat

#LET’S GOOOOOO!!!!!! #THE FIRST ONE IS CAIN AND THE SECOND ABEL (EDEN’S BOWER IS IN FLOWER) #THE SOUL OF ONE SHALL BE MADE THY BROTHER #AND THY TONGUE SHALL LAP THE BLOOD OF THE OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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no one ever talks about catboy damen. I think thats sad

#biting my fist

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#HE COULD’VE KILLED DAMEN AND BEEN DONE WITH IT AND WAIT FOR HIS TURN BUT HE MURDERED HIS PAPA FIRST……. AND WAS ‘SWAYED’ TO SPARE THE HEIR….. #THINK GIRLIES………… THINK ABOUT IT……. SIT WITH IT……………….

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“No,” Nik said. He moved his arm away brusquely, as if that would say what he couldn’t.

Kastor scoffed. He reached out and dragged Nik’s arm back across the warm marble of the bench, pulled his hand into his lap. The strength of the movement wrenched at Nik’s shoulder. Just a little. Kastor had never known his own strength.

“Don’t be coy, Nikandros. She wants you.”

Sweat prickled at the back of his neck. He didn’t want to hear this. But Kastor had cornered him— no. He had been waiting, like the dog he was, for Kastor, where he always waited for Kastor in the drowsy afternoons of late summer, when Damianos had his usual standing appointment with whichever Kyrina had entranced him that week. Of course, this summer it wasn’t a Kyrina at all.

It was a Jokaste. She - splendid, glowing - was Jokaste.

“She is Damianos’ lady—“

“Who?” Kastor said incredulously. “You forget yourself, Kyros.”

But there was a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. He liked it when Nikandros forgot honorifics for Damen. He did not see it for the affection that it was meant - he saw it as a deliberate insult. And it pleased him. It made Nikandros sick to think of. And then he went and lifted his skirts for Kastor anyway, which made him feel sicker.

anyway!!! paging tumblr user @hennike

#(walking directly into the ocean)

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just saw a veretian pet performance for the first time. men used to go to war

#‘they drugged me and put me against govart’ try dying in a war.

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you could never make me hate kastor sorry…. This is my cancellable captive prince take

#kastor girlies RISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wdym nik as the brooding brother figure the bastard prince is RIGHT THERE!!!!! HE CONTAINS MULTITUDES!!!

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sickening, treacherous, overripe place

you've seen my uncle's court

#YESSSS YESSS YESSSSSS YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL I'M OBSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i’ve read and reread all kallias x erasmus fics on ao3, scrolled through their tag a million times, there’s an unjustly limited amount of media on them for me to consume!!! i love them so much they are so tragic but so beautiful they’re my favorite ever <3 i reread the training of erasmus like a million times to get a better description for kallias but it’s literally so vague other than blue eyes, dark brown curls, and super beautiful so i made due with that lol. if anyone loves them too pls talk to me so we can scream about them together pls

#SOOOOO CUTE

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kallias and erasmus!! <3 i am not exaggerating when i say they are everything to me. i am living off of CRUMBS they deserve so much more love ugh. they are so tragic so beautiful. anyways!! second pic w the wings is based off of @my-dear-brute ‘s kallias/erasmus fic Sweetest Fruit on ao3 <33

#THE SCREECH I JUST LET OUT OH MY GOD #THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

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“Laurent’s attention had returned to Aimeric, drawing close to him, so that they faced one another. Like a lover, Laurent smiled and touched a stray curl, tucking it behind Aimeric’s ear. Aimeric flinched, violently, then repressed the flinch, though he wasn’t able to control his breathing. 

Tenderly, Laurent drew a fingerprint through the blood that welled from Aimeric’s split lip.

‘Pretty face,’ said Laurent. Then his fingers dropped back to brush Aimeric’s jaw, tilting it up as though for a kiss.”

“Blood had soaked into his sleeve, had pooled out over the table and the tiled floor, but it was old. He had been like this for hours, long enough for the blood to darken, for his movements to cease, for a stillness to invade the room, until it was as still as Laurent, staring at him with sightless eyes.”

Prince’s Gambit, chapter 18 | Giotto’s ‘Kiss of Judas’ | K. Wright’s ‘Judas’ | Prince’s Gambit, chapter 20.

#happy (solemn) Good Friday!!! forgot i made this lol

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“Laurent knew what was happening. Damen, who had seen the long, empty corridor, dark and quiet and absent of men, knew also.

“I don’t think the Prince is in an amorous mood,’ said Damen, neutrally.”

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#LET’S GO KASTOR GIRLIES LET’S GO

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I liked the way it felt. You're a generous, giving lover…

— PRINCE'S GAMBIT

Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot, Ask Me No More by Lawrence Alma Tadema, Acme and Septimius by Frederic Leighton, Whispers by Frederic Leighton, The Idyll by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Leonidas at Thermopylae by Jacques-Louis David, The Fisherman and the Syren by Frederic Leighton, The Old, Old Story by John William Godward, Idyll by Frederic Leighton, Idylle by Léon Bonnat