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msmischief101 · 4 years

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Warnings: / ♞Words: 2125 ♞ Writing Prompt: "How many times do you think a heart can break?"

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“Hold still,” Stiles hisses, smushing the soapy washcloth against the black wolf’s snout. That alone is an exceptionally stupid idea. It’s a wolf, a male wolf to be specific. Considering his poor state, probably an omega trying to take out an alpha. He is able to tear Stiles’ hand off if he wants to. He doesn't luckily, which is quite relieving, but that doesn't take away from the danger, and the fact that he could change his mind at any given moment.

Stiles should know better, and that he took that starved and hurt wolf in anyway is probably saying something about him. However, some part of him thinks that just because he hung out with werewolves for the better part of the last three years means that he knows how to deal with actual wolves. Not that it stops him. At this point, Stiles doubts neither reason nor logic work.

The wolf sits down in the bathtub. Tilting his head a little to the side and with his tongue out of his mouth, he studies Stiles. He is cute, and huge, and will most likely cause his dad a heart attack. His excitement about Stiles coming home over the summer break is definitely going to wither and die the second he walks in on him bathing a fully grown adult wolf. Although to be fair, it's not necessarily the most dangerous thing Stiles has ever done. After all, he’s run off to Mexico twice and attacked multiple supernatural creatures ready to rip him apart with nothing more than a baseball bat.

Despite the threatening demeanour, the wolf simply looks at him. The fur clings to him to his skin. He seems so thin. “What happened to you, huh?” Stiles wonders, scrubbing at the wolf’s neck. Mud and blood have dried in his fur, causing it to stick together. “There aren’t any wolves here. Did you meet a mountain lion?”

The wolf cocks his head again.

“You remind me of someone, you know that?”

The wolf blinks, and Stiles really isn’t sure if he’s imagining it or if he did understand every word he said. Maybe he’s been too much around werewolves that he thinks every single wolf he meets is a werewolf as well. His worldview is definitely skewed. It’s not just the fact that he’s seeing werewolves everywhere, he even looks at the wolf, sees this creature capable of murder going soft around him, and can’t help but be reminded of Theo.

Theo, who he didn't see for a little over a year.

Theo, who he left behind because he was scared and in denial.

Theo, who he misses so much that thinking about him hurts.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles grabs the shampoo bottle. "How many times do you think a heart can break?" he wonders, glancing at the wolf, and squeezes the shampoo on his fur. There’s probably some form of shampoo for dogs that would work better than one for humans, but he didn’t exactly expect to give a wolf a shower today. As long as he gets rid of all that blood and grime before his dad gets home, it's good enough.

The wolf blinks again, panting, and keeps staring at him when Stiles leans over to rub the shampoo in. This is by far one of the most insane things he's done - including admitting to himself and Lydia that he likes Theo more than he probably should, attacking the twins with a wooden baseball bat, and grabbing a flare while standing in a puddle of gasoline.

"I wish I were a wolf," Stiles mutters, scowling at all the shit that comes out of the wolf's fur. "No heartbreak, no father who's going to yell at me for an hour because I brought a wolf into our house. But… especially no heartbreak." The heartbreak is mostly his own fault. Stiles bites the inside of his cheek, trying to push away the frustration clawing up his spine. He has no idea why he hoped Theo would still be in Beacon Hills. Nobody in their right mind would stay here. "You're lucky, you know? I mean, sure, you're an omega, but… fucking hell." Stiles closes his eyes and takes a breath. He did so well. He did so fucking well.

Fuck Theo Raeken.

The wolf licks his left cheek, and Stiles jolts, staring at the wet and goofy looking creature. Panting like that, he looks almost happy.

Stiles massages the shampoo into the black fur, smiling when the wolf closes his eyes as he scratches him between his ears. "I wish I could keep you."

Wagging his tail, the wolf looks at him again. It's almost like he understands every word Stiles is saying. Animals are much more intelligent than Stiles gives them credit for, but this one seems different.

"Did you have your heart broken too?" Stiles asks, reaching for the hand shower. "No, I bet you're the one breaking hearts left and right, don't you?" With a smile, he turns the water on and places a hand under the wolf’s snout, brushing a finger through the fur at his neck. "Look at your blue eyes. They remind me of-" Stiles stops himself, shaking his head a little. He's back home for two days, and he's falling into old habits. Missing Theo hours should have long passed. “Let me give you some good advice.”

The wolf blinks, closing his mouth, and just looks at him. That could be a sign of him listening.

“Don’t run away from someone you love. It hurts like hell,” Stiles says, testing the water’s temperature with a frown. “Never mind,” he adds after a short pause, “this isn’t even how it works for you, is it?” He feels like a fucking idiot for talking to a wolf about his heartbreak. It happened a little over a year ago. He shouldn’t still be so fucking upset, but the second he drove past the ‘Welcome to Beacon Hills’ sign, everything came rushing back. He can’t wait for summer break to be over. College keeps his mind occupied.

The wolf sits very still while Stiles is rinsing his fur. His stare is getting unnerving. Are wolves supposed to keep looking at people like that? To be honest, Stiles isn’t even sure if wolves usually lick stranger’s faces. Lydia would probably know, but he doesn’t have the energy to be yelled at for ten minutes straight. He knows taking in a wolf is a terrible idea, but it was limping and whining - what the hell was he supposed to do? The poor boy would’ve died if he left him, and Deaton didn’t answer his phone. It’s still unnerving that he doesn’t look away because it really feels as if he's staring right into his soul. It's getting harder and harder to ignore.

Stiles drops the hand shower the second he’s finished and gets to his feet. There's one large towel in the bathroom, but he doubts that'll be enough to dry off a wolf of that size. "Wait there," Stiles says, pointing at the bathtub. "Don't move. I'll be right back." Why does he even keep talking to him? The wolf isn’t trained.

In front of the closed bathroom door, Stiles lingers for a moment. He’s most likely imagining things. It’s not like he ever met an actual wolf in person. He hasn’t even seen a werewolf in full shit. So, who is he to judge? The wolf is probably just as confused as Stiles, and that’s why he keeps staring at him. Well, as long as he doesn’t decide to bite his head off, Stiles really isn’t going to complain.

And he probably shouldn’t leave him alone for too long either. Shaking his head, Stiles rushes to his father’s bedroom, gets two more towels out of the dresser, and hurries back. He almost knocks but manages to stop himself from being a total idiot. Stiles pushes the door open again. The bathtub is empty. “Oh, come on, I said-” he freezes where he stands, heart jumping into his throat.

“Stiles, let me-”

He slams the door shut before Theo can finish his sentence. No. No. No. That’s not happening. His imagination is playing tricks on him. Of course, he’d go insane. He’s back in Beacon Hills. This city is a hellhole. Stiles takes a breath. He’ll open that door, and when he does, that goofy wolf will be staring at him from the bathtub. Okay. Okay, this is fine.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles opens the door again. Still there. Theo is still standing in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. He blinks, cocks his head a little to the left, and Stiles can’t believe he hasn’t noticed it before. That’s why the wolf reminded him of Theo. Oh god, did he mention a name? No. No. He never mentioned Theo’s name, but he mentioned running away from someone he loves.

Stiles slams the door, but Theo is faster. He shoves the door and Stiles at the same time, causing him to stumble backwards. It’s a miracle he doesn’t fall on his ass, which really is the last thing he needs after seeing Theo for the first time in a year. Although he came here hoping to see him, now that Theo is standing right in front of him, Stiles really doesn’t know what to do. “What the-”

But Theo doesn’t let him talk. Without a word, without any warning, he pushes Stiles against the wall opposite the bathroom door. The impact is hard, harder than necessary, but it means nothing when Theo’s mouth is on his in an erratic kiss. His hands find their place on Theo’s chest, and he doesn’t know if he wants to pull him closer or push him farther away. His body, however, is already on board with what’s happening before Theo is pressing his whole body against him.

Heat explodes in his chest. He hooks his leg around Theo’s, pulling him as close as possible. After all this time, Stiles still melts into Theo’s kiss, the world around him still narrows until nothing matters but this kiss and the body pressed against his. It really shouldn't be that easy, he shouldn't be that easy, and yet, he has always been bad resisting Theo.

Theo, who knows exactly where to put his hands.

Theo, who kisses him as if Stiles is the only thing that matters.

Theo, who hides his face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, fingers digging into Stiles' waist.

"I've missed you," he breathes, running his lips along Stiles' shoulder, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. "So much." Theo sounds so broken, so desperate, and his grip around his hips tighten to an almost painful degree. Almost. Theo hurt him only once. A single time he went too far, and he never stopped apologising for it. Ever since, Theo knows exactly how much is too much, how far he can go, how to make him feel good.

Stiles runs his fingers through Theo’s hair. “I’m sorry," Stiles whispers, pressing a kiss to Theo’s temple. “I’m sorry, I ran. I’m sorry, I left. I’m sor-”

Theo cuts him off with another kiss and pulls him even closer. It feels good. Everything about this feels right, and Stiles can’t believe he ran away from Theo and his very own feelings. This is all he ever wanted, and at the same time, it isn’t even close to enough. “It’s okay,” Theo tells him between kisses. “It’s fine.” He kisses him again, parts his lips and moans in the back of his throat when Stiles is doing the same.

When Stiles grabs his waist, Theo flinches away. His moan turns into a pained groan. “What-?” It finally clicks, and he’s freeing himself from Theo’s grip. “You’re hurt. I forgot-” he stops, swallowing around a lump in his throat. He totally forgot about Theo having said in his bathtub mere moments ago, grimy and bloody. “What happened?”

“I was checking the preserve,” Theo explains, frowning a little, “and ran into a mountain lion.”

“A mountain lion.”

Theo scowls. “A mountain lion, yes.”

"Why didn't you shift back?" It would have certainly been easier to tend for him if he knew that he was dealing with Theo instead of a random wolf. Then again, he wouldn't have told Theo he loved him, so it did have its perks. They probably wouldn't be here right now.

Hiding his face in the crook of Stiles' neck again, Theo sighs. "I couldn't."

Stiles runs his fingers through Theo’s hair. It's impossible to ignore the worry sneaking up on him. "Are you going to be okay?"

Theo kisses Stiles' shoulder. "Now, I will be."

#steo #steo fic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

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brightblessed · 7 months

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What are your internal character traits?

tagged by @nivaera (THANKS) tagging: if you see this you are tagged by me ok thnx

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 8 months

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WHAT GREEK LITERATURE CHARACTER ARE YOU?

antigone

you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once

"......"

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#roi vc: hey fuck you #⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 1 year

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Once stripped clean, what's at your core?

flightless bird

the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.

Tagged by: @nyxplayer

Tagging: @fxrtunas @echobled (your choice!) @turnsorrow @tsckcyomi @unmeiha @iernbone @ofhades @omnirush @paradoxeyed @polylerita @ahkmourn @arch0n @drachenblood @dreadspxwn @forgesahead @hnours @devction @liightwarrior (zenos?) @criimsoneyed @seatedsacrifice @ofbloodthirsty @minarcana (Urianger) @milesducemdominus (your choice) @ritterblood

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ mobile post. || ˟ –––– funny how the time flies when I’m gone #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #I want to see u guys #👀

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brightblessed · 1 year

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐄 ?

the guts. you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

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Tagging: @swerte (Allan), @aetherbled (lys), @sorcerhul, @soulseeresque, @solisura (six and/or fray), @reapcrbunny, @empyria, @ritterblood, @drachenblood, @adenial, @ichoric (whoever you want!), you.

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 1 year

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ARE YOU A SOLDIER, A POET, OR A KING?

The Soldier

"There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down"

Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember: love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)

Tagged by: @seatedsacrifice (thank you!)

Tagging: @swerte, @sorcerhul, @aetherbled @adenial @drachenblood @ritterblood @empyria

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #yea

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brightblessed · 1 year

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character/blog association

animal: a black wolf. deadly to enemies and prey, but willing to die for those close to him.

color(s): red, black, dark purple

month: December.

song: What's Wrong? - Pvris

number: 2

day or night: night

plant: cactus

smell: the coppery smell of blood, fresh herbs, mint

gemstone: black garnet, carnelian

season: deep winter

place: the open road

food: curry

element: darkness, if not that fire

drink: chai tea

tagged by: @soulseeresque

tagging: @swerte @aetherbled @sorcerhul

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ aes. || ˟ –––– i drove through countries like a marching funeral #⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #i may do one for amy too idk

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brightblessed · 1 year

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* 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄

bold whatever applies to your muse. italicize the things that only somewhat apply / are verse dependent. REPOST , DON’T REBLOG.

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Tagging: @swerte (Allan ♥), @aetherbled (Lys), @minarcana (your choice!), @seatedsacrifice, @avalcn (your choice), @ahkmourn, @paradoxeyed, @hnours, @nyxplayer (your choice),and anyone that sees this and wants to do it. just tag me :)

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #italic means verse dependent or loosely fits #⌈ ♞ ⌉ about. || ˟ –––– there is no weight that can bury us beneath the ghosts of all my guilt #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 1 year

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Answer some questions and I'll give you a character Arc

corruption arc

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding

Tagged by: @fxrtunas ( 💕 ty!)

Tagging: anyone that hasn't been tagged yet.

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ mobile post. || ˟ –––– funny how the time flies when I’m gone #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #Yeah #⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur

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brightblessed · 2 years

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Roi in Heavensward:

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #⌈ ♞ ⌉ musings. || ˟ –––– every first is clenched; but i’m so tired.

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brightblessed · 2 years

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Fun fact: The only three of these characters I knew before I made Roi were Akechi, Okabe, and Fray. Okabe was my initial inspiration as “the really tsundere guy that wants to pretend to be a villain but is forced to be heroic.” Akechi didn’t really INSPIRE Roi, but he really did inspire my two more villain-inclined verses. Though the way I write both characters has similar monologue because they are both very emotional (angry). As for Fray, on my original main, I did the dark knight quest when I was still leveling Roi through ARR. I was only to mid-heavenward on her at the time. I decided to make Roi pick up Dark Knight.

I actually read Berserk because someone told me Dark Knight was inspired by it. Edgeworth def gets that whole “emotionally damaged awkward guy” thing going on as well as the “takes himself too seriously. And 2B and Roi both try to project themselves as emotionless weapons when neither can fully commit to it.

So I would say these characters may not have initially inspired him, but they did help him become the character he is today.

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ ooc. || ˟ –––– it’s topaz #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 2 years

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#⌈ ♞ ⌉ aes. || ˟ –––– i drove through countries like a marching funeral #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #⌈ ♞ ⌉ musings. || ˟ –––– every first is clenched; but i’m so tired.#Spotify

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brightblessed · 9 months

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Are you a difficult person?

You are a somewhat difficult person to get along with (50.71%)

"This thing is inaccurate." He's incredibly difficult to deal with.

Tagged by: stole it.

Tagging: my moots all of you

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough

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brightblessed · 10 months

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MUSE PREFERENCES

favorite fruit(s) : blackberry

favorite activity(ies) : traveling. cooking.

favorite flower(s) : he doesn't know flowers but he tends to like yellow flowers

favorite season(s) : autumn

favorite insect(s) : honey bee

favorite animal(s) : wolf

favorite gem(s) : sapphire

favorite time of day : night

tagged by: @tsckcyomi tagging: all of you

#⌈ ♞ ⌉ dash memes. || ˟ –––– and let my change of heart occur #⌈ ♞ ⌉ study. || ˟ –––– no blood for you will ever be enough #⌈ ♞ ⌉ about. || ˟ –––– there is no weight that can bury us beneath the ghosts of all my guilt

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brightblessed · 1 year

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YOUR MUSE’S LOVE TROPES : GOTHIC LITERATURE.

CARMILLA. giant featherbeds. tightening a corset. moonlit walks. killing for love. cruelty for the sake of love. love is always selfish. romantic tragedy. love to the brink of destruction. nighttime rendezvous. bloody kisses on soft skin. death was the maiden. a very strange agony. claimed by the supernatural. dreaming about your lover. sympathy for the devil. loving me to death. candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand. a passion that wearies you. killing the one you love.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. a single red rose laid out to be found. sensual voices singing them to sleep. a familiar shadow attending every recital. love waits on the rooftop in the night. two soulmates holding hands. walking down long corridors. retrieving something lost. devoting one’s craft to them. making them your muse. the horror was for love. painted faces on parade. gentle touches in the dark. revealing your darkest secrets. beauty and the beast. writing messages on the mirror. kindness conquers all. letting your lover go. love never dies.

JANE EYRE. loving the escape. an impassioned affair. being consumed by love. meeting your soulmate. lace and silk. thirsting for the perfect romance. marrying for passion. losing yourself in the face of your lover. wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses. maddened by love. finding warmth in the cold. calling out for your love. starting at the bottom. the fire cleanses all. hiding your passion. your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love. meeting in secret. visions of your lover dying. clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest. love so consuming you kill them. protecting their innocence at all costs. betrayal. polyamory. devotion. flowers for the one you love. remembering the name of your first love. jealousy when you see them with someone else. love so consuming you die for it. visiting the place where you saw them the first time.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. letters to your lover. marrying for love. these bars can’t keep me from you. motivated by love. an avenging angel. scorching jealousy. love reborn. devoted to memory. it was all for you. going your separate ways. commit murder for me. an unstoppable hunger. death comes for us all. the strongest love eventually grows apart.

DRACULA. the holiest love. girls love wolves. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. violence is passion. red lips, sharp teeth. love letters in a diary. unrelenting support. getting lost in the woods. coming home to you. walking backwards into hell. vengeance for my love. even death won’t stop me. we can live forever. love is an open wound. too much love to give. bestowing your favor. a never-ending thirst. beauty even in death. ravenous desire. if only death had a heart to give. a mercy killing. these violent delights have violent ends.

FRANKENSTEIN. childhood friends to lovers. they were something out of a dream. arranged marriages. learning to love. was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds. vengeance, my love. dismembered body parts. my beating heart in your open palm. your death destroys me. adam and eve. crossing the mountains. an antagonist in mourning. paradise lost. the loss of innocence. abandoning your dream. the tempest on the horizon. humans are the real monsters. my love is wiser than my hate.

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