𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑Ø𝐒𝐄
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𓅋 Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster; for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes back to thee. (RP ACCOUNT) | dead dove do not eat | +21 | mv - ms
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𓅋 Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster; for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes back to thee. (RP ACCOUNT) | dead dove do not eat | +21 | mv - ms
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— looked like a fresh mark of cut on his neck.
a breathing corpse in his arms. Two dead lovers in his presence and Gio seem to dissociated to even notice Janus.
who seems to share the same, thin scar on his neck.
a breathing corpse in his arms. Two dead lovers in his presence and Gio seem to dissociated to even notice Janus.
who seems to share the same, thin scar on his neck.
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— looked like a fresh mark of cut on his neck.
a breathing corpse in his arms. Two dead lovers in his presence and Gio seem to dissociated to even notice Janus.
who seems to share the same, thin scar on his neck.
a breathing corpse in his arms. Two dead lovers in his presence and Gio seem to dissociated to even notice Janus.
who seems to share the same, thin scar on his neck.
— blinking. each weak breaths sounding like crumbling porcelain in it's faintest , tears tiredly leaving his eyes. He'll stare out blankly at nowhere while being held.
and --
paler .
lifeless eyes of exhaustion , tiredness in his face while his collar barely hides what seemed to have —
and --
paler .
lifeless eyes of exhaustion , tiredness in his face while his collar barely hides what seemed to have —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— blinking. each weak breaths sounding like crumbling porcelain in it's faintest , tears tiredly leaving his eyes. He'll stare out blankly at nowhere while being held.
and --
paler .
lifeless eyes of exhaustion , tiredness in his face while his collar barely hides what seemed to have —
and --
paler .
lifeless eyes of exhaustion , tiredness in his face while his collar barely hides what seemed to have —
— a little louder.
from his breathing .
from his chest.
as his breath became slower, hazel hues stopped to blink, browns slowly fading into the same lifeless grays of his son.
what's going . . . on ?
an apparition ?
a delusion ?
Gio remained in his hold, seemingly to have stopped —
from his breathing .
from his chest.
as his breath became slower, hazel hues stopped to blink, browns slowly fading into the same lifeless grays of his son.
what's going . . . on ?
an apparition ?
a delusion ?
Gio remained in his hold, seemingly to have stopped —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— a little louder.
from his breathing .
from his chest.
as his breath became slower, hazel hues stopped to blink, browns slowly fading into the same lifeless grays of his son.
what's going . . . on ?
an apparition ?
a delusion ?
Gio remained in his hold, seemingly to have stopped —
from his breathing .
from his chest.
as his breath became slower, hazel hues stopped to blink, browns slowly fading into the same lifeless grays of his son.
what's going . . . on ?
an apparition ?
a delusion ?
Gio remained in his hold, seemingly to have stopped —
—
and Janus, for the first time in awhile, sounded . . . kind . he meant not to mock the cardinal.
a truth, that's all .
a truth with concern .
While Janus seemed to have spoken ( ? ) , the same coldness can be felt from the cardinal's breath before one can hear the crumbling glasses.
this time—
and Janus, for the first time in awhile, sounded . . . kind . he meant not to mock the cardinal.
a truth, that's all .
a truth with concern .
While Janus seemed to have spoken ( ? ) , the same coldness can be felt from the cardinal's breath before one can hear the crumbling glasses.
this time—
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
—
and Janus, for the first time in awhile, sounded . . . kind . he meant not to mock the cardinal.
a truth, that's all .
a truth with concern .
While Janus seemed to have spoken ( ? ) , the same coldness can be felt from the cardinal's breath before one can hear the crumbling glasses.
this time—
and Janus, for the first time in awhile, sounded . . . kind . he meant not to mock the cardinal.
a truth, that's all .
a truth with concern .
While Janus seemed to have spoken ( ? ) , the same coldness can be felt from the cardinal's breath before one can hear the crumbling glasses.
this time—
—
The man offers him a kind smile .
. . .
𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 . . . ?
but unlike the common, the man was rather more calmer; paler, eyes in hues of pale grays like ice.
lifeless.
still, Janus sat there while Peter held his father.
“ —𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...”
—
The man offers him a kind smile .
. . .
𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 . . . ?
but unlike the common, the man was rather more calmer; paler, eyes in hues of pale grays like ice.
lifeless.
still, Janus sat there while Peter held his father.
“ —𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...”
—
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
—
The man offers him a kind smile .
. . .
𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 . . . ?
but unlike the common, the man was rather more calmer; paler, eyes in hues of pale grays like ice.
lifeless.
still, Janus sat there while Peter held his father.
“ —𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...”
—
The man offers him a kind smile .
. . .
𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 . . . ?
but unlike the common, the man was rather more calmer; paler, eyes in hues of pale grays like ice.
lifeless.
still, Janus sat there while Peter held his father.
“ —𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...”
—
— his bones and skin.
Then, a gentle hand gently rests on Peter's shoulder. Oddly cold, seemingly... ghostly.
“ . . . 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. ”
a gentle voice utters as a familiar face sits just by the corner of the bed, close enough to the younger priest.
—
Then, a gentle hand gently rests on Peter's shoulder. Oddly cold, seemingly... ghostly.
“ . . . 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. ”
a gentle voice utters as a familiar face sits just by the corner of the bed, close enough to the younger priest.
—
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— his bones and skin.
Then, a gentle hand gently rests on Peter's shoulder. Oddly cold, seemingly... ghostly.
“ . . . 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. ”
a gentle voice utters as a familiar face sits just by the corner of the bed, close enough to the younger priest.
—
Then, a gentle hand gently rests on Peter's shoulder. Oddly cold, seemingly... ghostly.
“ . . . 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. ”
a gentle voice utters as a familiar face sits just by the corner of the bed, close enough to the younger priest.
—
—
and yet he made no noise. it felt like crashing down; waves from a stormy shore...
more soft crackings . . .
where is it coming from?
almost like as every breath he made, a single little sound of glass resonates faintly.
. . . almost like it was coming from deep his chest, muffled beneath —
and yet he made no noise. it felt like crashing down; waves from a stormy shore...
more soft crackings . . .
where is it coming from?
almost like as every breath he made, a single little sound of glass resonates faintly.
. . . almost like it was coming from deep his chest, muffled beneath —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
—
and yet he made no noise. it felt like crashing down; waves from a stormy shore...
more soft crackings . . .
where is it coming from?
almost like as every breath he made, a single little sound of glass resonates faintly.
. . . almost like it was coming from deep his chest, muffled beneath —
and yet he made no noise. it felt like crashing down; waves from a stormy shore...
more soft crackings . . .
where is it coming from?
almost like as every breath he made, a single little sound of glass resonates faintly.
. . . almost like it was coming from deep his chest, muffled beneath —
— heavier, breath trembling as he tries not to make yet another noise. Fingers gripped on Peter's clothing as his eyebrows furrowed, the cardinal shakily exhales.
Then, the faintest noise of a cracking glass. delicate porcelain seemingly crumbling.
he can't -- ( breathe ) --
—
Then, the faintest noise of a cracking glass. delicate porcelain seemingly crumbling.
he can't -- ( breathe ) --
—
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— heavier, breath trembling as he tries not to make yet another noise. Fingers gripped on Peter's clothing as his eyebrows furrowed, the cardinal shakily exhales.
Then, the faintest noise of a cracking glass. delicate porcelain seemingly crumbling.
he can't -- ( breathe ) --
—
Then, the faintest noise of a cracking glass. delicate porcelain seemingly crumbling.
he can't -- ( breathe ) --
—
— living what he couldn't in the present.
yet still, here they are.
is it inevitable right from the start?
He weakly held on to Peter's clothes, sniffling softly...
. . . but- Why does it feel like it has happened ( before . . . ? )
( This . )
the smallest kiss made his chest —
yet still, here they are.
is it inevitable right from the start?
He weakly held on to Peter's clothes, sniffling softly...
. . . but- Why does it feel like it has happened ( before . . . ? )
( This . )
the smallest kiss made his chest —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— living what he couldn't in the present.
yet still, here they are.
is it inevitable right from the start?
He weakly held on to Peter's clothes, sniffling softly...
. . . but- Why does it feel like it has happened ( before . . . ? )
( This . )
the smallest kiss made his chest —
yet still, here they are.
is it inevitable right from the start?
He weakly held on to Peter's clothes, sniffling softly...
. . . but- Why does it feel like it has happened ( before . . . ? )
( This . )
the smallest kiss made his chest —
— time he touched... sunlight? Daylight burns. Peter never hurt him.
He is his —- ( moon ) .
Hence, the watch .
the only way he can let himself linger close without taking Peter's light away. He thought, he could keep his walls higher. He thought the watch was enough; another part of him —
He is his —- ( moon ) .
Hence, the watch .
the only way he can let himself linger close without taking Peter's light away. He thought, he could keep his walls higher. He thought the watch was enough; another part of him —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— time he touched... sunlight? Daylight burns. Peter never hurt him.
He is his —- ( moon ) .
Hence, the watch .
the only way he can let himself linger close without taking Peter's light away. He thought, he could keep his walls higher. He thought the watch was enough; another part of him —
He is his —- ( moon ) .
Hence, the watch .
the only way he can let himself linger close without taking Peter's light away. He thought, he could keep his walls higher. He thought the watch was enough; another part of him —
— He didn't want to be seen like this. Barely fixed, barely kept in proper shape. He had always been wretched deep down. Giovanni had always been in ruins.
but can he deny that he always . . . wished to be near him? Peter is luminous. perhaps a ray of sun in his nocturnal lair. When was the last —
but can he deny that he always . . . wished to be near him? Peter is luminous. perhaps a ray of sun in his nocturnal lair. When was the last —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
— He didn't want to be seen like this. Barely fixed, barely kept in proper shape. He had always been wretched deep down. Giovanni had always been in ruins.
but can he deny that he always . . . wished to be near him? Peter is luminous. perhaps a ray of sun in his nocturnal lair. When was the last —
but can he deny that he always . . . wished to be near him? Peter is luminous. perhaps a ray of sun in his nocturnal lair. When was the last —
The cardinal silently allowed himself to crumble, tears rushing to leave his eyes . All that he did was let the other hold his broken pieces while he refused to make a sound .
This kind of moments were those that the priest refused to share ; not because he hates the man. . . he merely is scared. —
This kind of moments were those that the priest refused to share ; not because he hates the man. . . he merely is scared. —
November 28, 2024 at 3:51 PM
The cardinal silently allowed himself to crumble, tears rushing to leave his eyes . All that he did was let the other hold his broken pieces while he refused to make a sound .
This kind of moments were those that the priest refused to share ; not because he hates the man. . . he merely is scared. —
This kind of moments were those that the priest refused to share ; not because he hates the man. . . he merely is scared. —
—
the coldness and haze that surrounded the light from outside the window.
Giovanni's mind palace.
finally . a door opened .
the coldness and haze that surrounded the light from outside the window.
Giovanni's mind palace.
finally . a door opened .
November 23, 2024 at 7:47 PM
—
the coldness and haze that surrounded the light from outside the window.
Giovanni's mind palace.
finally . a door opened .
the coldness and haze that surrounded the light from outside the window.
Giovanni's mind palace.
finally . a door opened .
— his long, brunette hair was poorly held together by a loose ribbon to tie it.
bruised lips, and signs of beating present on his neck and cheek.
The doctor stood there wearing the black robes of the . . . Sistine ?
it felt like a hallucination; the doctor and the priest merged in one —
ah.
—
bruised lips, and signs of beating present on his neck and cheek.
The doctor stood there wearing the black robes of the . . . Sistine ?
it felt like a hallucination; the doctor and the priest merged in one —
ah.
—
November 23, 2024 at 7:47 PM
— his long, brunette hair was poorly held together by a loose ribbon to tie it.
bruised lips, and signs of beating present on his neck and cheek.
The doctor stood there wearing the black robes of the . . . Sistine ?
it felt like a hallucination; the doctor and the priest merged in one —
ah.
—
bruised lips, and signs of beating present on his neck and cheek.
The doctor stood there wearing the black robes of the . . . Sistine ?
it felt like a hallucination; the doctor and the priest merged in one —
ah.
—
— was holding.
a strong scent of rose and summer breeze, and a silent cardinal in his hold.
“ . . . after all this time? ”
a nervous question came from a gentle voice.
pale, lifeless eyes stared down at him, strands of hair misplaced and covering his eyes while—
a strong scent of rose and summer breeze, and a silent cardinal in his hold.
“ . . . after all this time? ”
a nervous question came from a gentle voice.
pale, lifeless eyes stared down at him, strands of hair misplaced and covering his eyes while—
November 23, 2024 at 7:47 PM
— was holding.
a strong scent of rose and summer breeze, and a silent cardinal in his hold.
“ . . . after all this time? ”
a nervous question came from a gentle voice.
pale, lifeless eyes stared down at him, strands of hair misplaced and covering his eyes while—
a strong scent of rose and summer breeze, and a silent cardinal in his hold.
“ . . . after all this time? ”
a nervous question came from a gentle voice.
pale, lifeless eyes stared down at him, strands of hair misplaced and covering his eyes while—
— did. He can't help but to allow a tear to roll from his eye.
And all this, from a harmless joke. He never thought Peter would still be serious, after all those years he tried to push him away.
and now he failed to.
Maybe, just— maybe, Peter might get an odd shift of the presence he —
And all this, from a harmless joke. He never thought Peter would still be serious, after all those years he tried to push him away.
and now he failed to.
Maybe, just— maybe, Peter might get an odd shift of the presence he —
November 23, 2024 at 7:47 PM
— did. He can't help but to allow a tear to roll from his eye.
And all this, from a harmless joke. He never thought Peter would still be serious, after all those years he tried to push him away.
and now he failed to.
Maybe, just— maybe, Peter might get an odd shift of the presence he —
And all this, from a harmless joke. He never thought Peter would still be serious, after all those years he tried to push him away.
and now he failed to.
Maybe, just— maybe, Peter might get an odd shift of the presence he —
The cardinal didn't spoke but his gaze remained soft. An unusual sight, it is. But as his lips was favoured, he couldn't help but softly exhaled and allowed the other. He'll lean in to his kiss, reciprocating the gesture himself; his other hand carefully slid to his back, holding him close as he —
November 23, 2024 at 7:47 PM
The cardinal didn't spoke but his gaze remained soft. An unusual sight, it is. But as his lips was favoured, he couldn't help but softly exhaled and allowed the other. He'll lean in to his kiss, reciprocating the gesture himself; his other hand carefully slid to his back, holding him close as he —
— then ,
the wolf was pulled close without another thought. Gio leaned close, pressing their lips together again, his eyes shut. But then he politely inched away his face, eyes opened to search his cerulean hues.
He didn't had to stop.
He wanted to know that-- the doctor was there, too.
the wolf was pulled close without another thought. Gio leaned close, pressing their lips together again, his eyes shut. But then he politely inched away his face, eyes opened to search his cerulean hues.
He didn't had to stop.
He wanted to know that-- the doctor was there, too.
November 23, 2024 at 4:36 PM
— then ,
the wolf was pulled close without another thought. Gio leaned close, pressing their lips together again, his eyes shut. But then he politely inched away his face, eyes opened to search his cerulean hues.
He didn't had to stop.
He wanted to know that-- the doctor was there, too.
the wolf was pulled close without another thought. Gio leaned close, pressing their lips together again, his eyes shut. But then he politely inched away his face, eyes opened to search his cerulean hues.
He didn't had to stop.
He wanted to know that-- the doctor was there, too.
— he can be there for him the way that Peter is there for him in the present.
Maybe, somewhere else.
he too, had always loved the wolf.
but then , an interruption .
Peter's words were interrupted as a firm hand held on his arm with an unusual gentleness from the cardinal. —
Maybe, somewhere else.
he too, had always loved the wolf.
but then , an interruption .
Peter's words were interrupted as a firm hand held on his arm with an unusual gentleness from the cardinal. —
November 23, 2024 at 4:36 PM
— he can be there for him the way that Peter is there for him in the present.
Maybe, somewhere else.
he too, had always loved the wolf.
but then , an interruption .
Peter's words were interrupted as a firm hand held on his arm with an unusual gentleness from the cardinal. —
Maybe, somewhere else.
he too, had always loved the wolf.
but then , an interruption .
Peter's words were interrupted as a firm hand held on his arm with an unusual gentleness from the cardinal. —
Peter always cared . . . oh, he knew he did and yet he's still so scared of ever admitting he did cared ( too ) .
He always . . . wanted to let the other know him ; see him . Hence, the watch . He knew pulling Peter closer to the gravities of his present will hurt him .
Maybe , in the past , —
He always . . . wanted to let the other know him ; see him . Hence, the watch . He knew pulling Peter closer to the gravities of his present will hurt him .
Maybe , in the past , —
November 23, 2024 at 4:36 PM
Peter always cared . . . oh, he knew he did and yet he's still so scared of ever admitting he did cared ( too ) .
He always . . . wanted to let the other know him ; see him . Hence, the watch . He knew pulling Peter closer to the gravities of his present will hurt him .
Maybe , in the past , —
He always . . . wanted to let the other know him ; see him . Hence, the watch . He knew pulling Peter closer to the gravities of his present will hurt him .
Maybe , in the past , —
—
. . .
he was silent .
w- what . . .
did they just --
did ( they ) just -- ?!
The cardinal's lips parted but did not uttered another word. Blinking several times, Peter surely would see his surprise .
He was too . . . stunned .
. . .
he was silent .
w- what . . .
did they just --
did ( they ) just -- ?!
The cardinal's lips parted but did not uttered another word. Blinking several times, Peter surely would see his surprise .
He was too . . . stunned .
November 22, 2024 at 12:55 PM
—
. . .
he was silent .
w- what . . .
did they just --
did ( they ) just -- ?!
The cardinal's lips parted but did not uttered another word. Blinking several times, Peter surely would see his surprise .
He was too . . . stunned .
. . .
he was silent .
w- what . . .
did they just --
did ( they ) just -- ?!
The cardinal's lips parted but did not uttered another word. Blinking several times, Peter surely would see his surprise .
He was too . . . stunned .