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#` ✞ saint eve. ⁞ i’ll be your virgin mary… open your arms‚ my holy sanctuary.
sunlessea · 2 months
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he's got someone's attention, that's for sure. through the mass of kindred and kine alike who move through the club, some dancing among each other's arms and fangs to the beat of live music, others stumbling from drink in their heads ... he occasionally catches his eye, where he can feel the human in question burning a hole into him. fedir himself isn't talkative, shooing away men and women alike who fumble their way towards him, all of them rejected with a cold turn of his shoulder or, in dramatic cases, a flip of his braid somehow both snobbish and sheepish in mannerism.
but he'd have to be blind not to have noticed the human who keeps trying to catch his eye 'cross the room, even amidst its chaos. in the end, he excuses himself from what little company he had been with to separate himself from the bulk of the club's crowd, gracefully moving 'tween them all to climb the stairs to the upstairs balcony.
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"an admirer? mm, but he's kine . . . . must be a blood doll."
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@londonfallen / adam :)
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sunlessea · 4 months
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SAINT ADAM & SAINT EVE / i believe in the place that you take me, a forbidden garden only we see.
another gift from @londonfallen oh mein gott / artist credit.
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sunlessea · 1 month
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❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ - blaspheme <3
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❝ your beauty never, ever scared me / @londonfallen
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he thinks he has spent a great deal of his life lived alongside people who feared him. through no fault of his own, always their own ignorance was it that kept them at his arm's length. he would have given his heart to this world, if it would have accepted it, so full of love and light, even when it had been snuffed out. he'd prayed to the heavens, and then later to the hells, begging for someone to listen and understand him, until he realized that he only ever need understand and love himself. if he did not love his heart and all its flaws, then no one else ever would. not even god.
the way he weaves through crowds and their intricate, shadowed purveyors of the night is something holy in itself. he looks over his shoulder at him as he walks through vampire and kine alike, always parting for him like the sea, pretending they didn't see him, or simply that they didn't care. they never stop dancing long enough to take notice, but always at his heel, mykhailo follows, pushing through them, flush in his cheeks and desperately trying to grab at the edges of his robes.
he always leaves him behind, but there are times even now where he pauses in his half steps to look back a touch too long, linger with parted lips and curious eyes. he thinks even god must fear him, now, for what he's become. so what does that make of his serpent?
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"я не веду тебе до небес. it is not a matter of fear. if you follow me too deep into the shadows, mykha, you will never see the light again. you will die." his fingers brush their shoulder, and then their jaw, but before he is given a chance, fedir turns to walk again. and there he goes again, the church's fallen angel with a beloved snake on his heels. "no love is worth dying for."
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sunlessea · 5 months
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🎁- 13 for blaspheme !
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the world is so very complicated, for however much they tease and tempt one-another : the legality of their back and forth is nonexistent, though they find support in the kindred nightlife who looks upon them so ironically kindly in comparison to humanity. he has bitten his own tongue, blocked his poisonous kiss, and rejected continued advances at every turn ... but calm as he may ever present himself, his heart is in turmoil. he wants for things god deems sinful, and he has already been punished twice over for his straying.
surely one more indulgence couldn't break his heart.
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"when your love is pouring like the rain, i close my eyes and i'm scared it'll be gone again..." he does not spare his attention to mykha, but rather to his gift offered to him on this eve ... a singular red rose, this time. he feels as if it should rot between his fingers. despite their appearances, it's him who is the serpent, sharp-fanged and always... craving. "when will i get the chance to admit i love you?"
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@londonfallen / spotify starters, gotta get thru this...
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sunlessea · 1 year
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"there are times i wonder if my existence has ever truly made a difference in this world."  he does not look up to acknowledge his other half as @londonfallen enters the garden, dotting at his own cheeks with a tissue as he catches stray bits of mascara that had run down from his lashes 'pon crying. the club is deathly empty, quiet, long past closing time  :  strange is it for fedir to be present at all, stranger still for him to stay on his own. he crushes the blackened tissue in his hand, looks down at a broken glass he'd dropped moments earlier, and sighs as he bends to pick up the pieces.  "whether anything in it would even notice, were i ever to disappear one day."  one of the glass shards knicks his finger and he flinches, but sighs.  "shit."
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sunlessea · 1 year
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tag dump part 4......... cult leaders....... i'm making it thru this
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sunlessea · 11 months
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" ... i am fine. why are you fretting over me so much? nothing happened."
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@londonfallen › adam.
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