awakenher:

             ❝—- name’s Raquel.❞

                         That was all she aimed to give him, for
                         now at least; as she didn’t know him from
                         a hole in the wall.

        “Raquel—- huh.
                and the other thing?”

                               He wouldn’t let her get off so
                               quickly. He was known to be
                               quite the attention individual.

miserrimus:

     A sceptical look. 
     He certainly didn’t look much older.
     But some young men just had a stigma about such things ——

     ”If that’s the case, your age certainly hasn’t
                                    granted you any manners.” 

        Didn’t your mother ever tell you
        that looks could be d e c e i v i n g?

                    “I don’t live to give a shit about manners, I’m afraid.
                                  But— I can be respectful.

                                           — when I want to, that is.”

violenceofourgallows:

Name: Armand Valentin Gauthier
Age: does it matter?
Height: 6'2"
Location: Somewhere.
Interests: Fire, blood, pain, sex, other shit.
Why do you want to be my valentine: My fucking name is Valentin plus you can kick my ass and actually have something left afterward.

 ❝ So you think I want more of you, hmm? How cute.  ❞

awakenher:

             ❝— I suppose that depends on how you mean that…❞

                         Speaking of folks who didn’t smell human,
                         like at all.

     " ——– let’s go with both.“

                  Did he really care? Not so much.
                            Merely to cure his b o r e d o m.

miserrimus:

     ” ——…”

     ”You know, son, I think I’ll take neither.” 
              That probably means both, doesn’t it? 

     " ——- don’t call me son.
            I’m m u c h older than you.

                       And maybe.
               We’ll just have to wait and see, now won’t we.“

Now accepting formal applications to be my valentine.

Name:
Age:
Height:
Location:
Interests:
Why do you want to be my valentine:

      “ ———- so.”

              “Which one are you—
                      the one I shouldn’t give two fucks about
               or the one that will probably annoy me to death.”

     " ——- the fuck are you?“

               Blunt as hell.
                              Wanna sue him?

violenceofourgallows:

houseofxwolves:

detonatii:

Armand’s face at someone sucking a fucking silencer off—-
There’s kinks and then there’s that.

He’s just—- the fuck.

_{Arthur’s face at knowing how much better he is in the sack
because of his fearlessness in sexual exploration.}

<sub>But some people are cunts. 

— he get’s it. It’s cool with him.</sub>

      She understands that his small mind can’t handle it.
      In fact, she’s pretty sure he’s vanilla about most things.

       Cunts.

       Loosen’ up a bit,  says Aubrey.