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𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍; 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂.

change  pronouns,  tenses  and  other  details  as  deemed  necessary. &  please  specify  muse  when  sending  to  a  mumu. slightly edited wording for roleplaying purposes.

My  fault,  my  failure,  is  not  in  the  passions  I  have,  but  in  my  lack  of  control  of  them.

What  reason  weaves,  by  passion  is  undone.

None  of  us  can  choose  where  we  shall  love...

Feeling  too  much  is  a  hell  of  a  lot  better  than  feeling  nothing.

You  are  enough  to  drive  a  saint  to  madness  or  a  king  to  his  knees.

A  great  fire  burns  within  me,  but  no  one  stops  to  warm  themselves  at  it,  and  passersby  only  see  a  wisp  of  smoke

I  want  to  know  what  passion  is.  I  want  to  feel  something  strongly.

I  envy  people  that  know  love.  That  have  someone  who  takes  them  as  they  are.

If  something  burns  your  soul  with  purpose  and  desire,  it’s  your  duty  to  be  reduced  to  ashes  by  it. 

I  have  loved  to  the  point  of  madness;  that  which  is  called  madness,  that  which  to  me,  is  the  only  sensible  way  to  love.

I  raised  you  so  high  that  every  other  on  earth  is  now  doomed  to  live  in  your  shadow.

You  have  corrupted  my  imagination  and  inflamed  my  blood.

You  know  that  when  I  hate  you,  it  is  because  I  love  you  to  a  point  of  passion  that  unhinges  my  soul.

People  wait  around  too  long  for  love.  I'm  happy  with  my  lusts.

The  human  body  is  the  best  work  of  art.

I  would  rather  die  of  passion  than  of  boredom.

Your  memory  feels  like  home  to  me.  So  whenever  my  mind  wanders,  it  always  finds  its  way  back  to  you.

What  if  you  find  your  soul  mate...  at  the  wrong  time?

Only  the  united  beat  of  sex  and  heart  together  can  create  ecstasy.

Light  yourself  on  fire  with  passion  and  people  will  come  from  miles  to  watch  you  burn.

My  eyes  were  dazed  by  you  for  a  little,  and  that  was  all.

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@thiedas, alistair & elethea. * “did you do something different with your hair?”

reflexively, her spine straightens — a hand going to the aforementioned new hairstyle binding back her golden curls. her self - consciousness possessed no ounce of insecurity; only an acute awareness of his attention. with it comes a small smile, head tipping. "do you like it?" adopting her offhand, flirtatious tone, she angles herself more fully towards him. he would blush, surely, or clear his throat in that nervous manner he had. that's what she was after, anyway. "it seemed the most practical choice, short of chopping it off," because she would sooner die than be inelegant; it had taken rising with the sun to begin the process of braiding her hair & pinning it up. a darkspawn had gotten hold of her loose braid on the road from lothering as they journeyed toward redcliffe & it had proven most distressing. not to mention inconvenient. "though it seems rather plain..."

samuel west as sieg/fried far/non is so bryce cousland 2 me

@ryebreadgf / The Truth About Grief, Fortesa Latifi / bone deep, m.v.e / Sidewalk, Richard Silken / unknown / 60 hours, m.v.e / @itsblackleader / Salt, Nayyirah Waheed / @heavensghost

"Lucrezia was undoubtedly the darling of the family; both Cesare and his father adored her, Rodrigo it was said ‘superlatively’. All her contemporaries agreed in describing her as singularly attractive, with a grace and joyousness that charmed everyone who met her." — Cesare Borgia: His Life and Times, Sarah Bradford (1976)

imperious chin tilts yet higher, lips suggesting the barest hint of a smile. for once it is he caught in her web, he the mouse trapped between her paws. honey - gold head tips ever so slightly to one side, brazenly surveying him where he sits, holding him in judgment. a few steps are daringly taken into the chamber — a chamber she should certainly not be in, considering the risk to her reputation. "i've come to determine your intent," a pause, a dip at the knees in an almost - curtsy. "my prince."

i saw how you looked at me in the throne room. and how often.

he sits,  she stands.   𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 between them cannot assuage a cloying sense of being cornered.   𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 of sinew,  every inch of skin,  𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑.   only ocean-dark wine still dances in a goblet once lolling like a drunkard’s head,  around and around...   𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 to his chambers like it owns them,  and if he moves,  she’ll get him.   the thought is enough to 𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 with.   he blinks.      ❛❛  so?  ❜❜      lowers his cup.      ❛❛  you’ve come to defend 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎?  ❜❜

@grewarden. how long were you going to hide this from me?

for a long, excruciating moment, no reply comes — only a weighty silence that clings to the air. all color had fled from her face, draining her to a sickly, pallid shade of grey. her face pinches a little, straining to ignore the hair-raising sensation of being watched that lingered constantly just over her shoulder, accompanied by the ever - present whispering. the honest answer was that she had hoped never to tell him, that she would resolve the matter before he could notice anything was amiss. but elethea was never known for her honesty.

"it isn't your concern," is all she says, though it's a pathetic argument that he will surely protest, as would she if he had offered her such a feeble line. but she needed the worry to leave his face, it pinched at her chest too much to see it. and if she had to replace it with a scowl, then so be it. she sighs, raising a hand to silence him before he can even argue, correcting herself. "i'm handling it."

Corruption

Something's crawling under your skin...

"That's not meant to look like that."

"Your veins are turning black..."

"You're not meant to be blistering like that..."

"I'm worried about what's wrong with you."

"Something's wrong."

"You don't look right, can I help?"

"Wait - why is that black?"

"It's like you're... rotting. From the inside out."

"You need to bandage that before it gets worse."

"How did this happen to you..?"

"You're diseased or something."

"I can see it, crawling through you..."

"Gods help you now."

"We can't fix this, can we? You're just going to rot away."

"It's fine, I'm sure, it just... keeps crawling through me."

"There's some kind of rot in me."

"I can feel it, squirming into my skin."

"Gods, it's getting worse - I can see the lines crawling up."

"How deep does this go into me? My heart?"

"It's in my eyes now, I think."

"I want to cut it out of me, but I don't think I can."

"It all tastes bad."

"There's something... in me... it's bad... I think..."

"I can see the lines crawling up towards my heart..."