• name: Armand Valentin Gauthier
  
• _{age: hahaha ok.}
• gender: male
• birthday: not important.
  
• height: 6'2
• sexuality: sex is sex.
  
• relationship status: not interested.
  
• occupation: Fireman
  

Do you have any--

• siblings: her.
  
• pets: salamander
• piercings: none.
  
• tattoos: just one
  

Favourite--

• movies: Gravity, Fast and the Furious
  
• foods: chicken wings.
  
• bands: doesn’t care.
• things to do: drink, drink, judge you, get laid, drink, try not to explode.

holdingonxtothestars:

❝I didn’t think you would notice..—-❞

He looks to be in incredibly awful condition.
                  Typical of her older brother. Obviously.
                  The younger proceeds to make tsk’ing noises at him.

❝What in the Hell did you get yourself into?
           I mean, really. Can’t stop picking fights?❞

“ ———- I always do.”

            It was truth— he was always aware.
            Moreso than he probably should be.

                             When one was so close to the end;
                                         one because to appreciate the small things.

          This, however, would n o t be one of those things.

                    “Can you stop giving a fuck?
                            Maybe then I will.”

houseofxwolves:

_{❝…Says the walking mass of shite —❞}

_{He’s not offended in the least, it’s not the first time he’s been
acknowledged in such negative light. Genuinely, he understands
how he can be seen in the eyes of a star}

_{— he was after all what occurred if they’d fallen too far, that doesn’t
mean he’d allow the star to treat him as anything less}

                 _{because he was far more then the other would ever be.} 

 " ———– no sense of originality?
                                             c h e c k.“

  He could only grin— does this man’s words have any effect on him? Does his thoughts make him reconsider his own being? If there was a greater word than ‘no’, he would be inclined to use it.

         Did he think he was better than Arthur?
                        Far from.

            They both were of the same wavelength— one just at a different age than the other. One ready to burst, the other an empty soul sucking away any possible hope of life and light— 

                                   Details.

             Thank the fucking human who invented coffee—
                         He could honestly say, he was addicted 
                                                       and he regret not a damn thing.

       Sip upon sip, he relaxed— allowing himself a minor hint of comfort.
                 It wasn’t much, but it was something.

                                            And that was good enough.

      “ ——— If you are going to stand there,
                                      at least say something." 

                               It was incredibly hard to sneak past Armand.
                                                  Highly attentive— blame his upcoming doom.

                “ ———you look like shit.”

       Were the words meant to be seen as offensive?
       Possibly. Who knew and who really c a r e d?
                                                  It was truth.

                          This being, this breathing black hole—
                                everything Armand could turn out to be.
                                and everything he strived n o t to be.

              Such a mess, indeed.

               Of dried blood and cauterized wounds,
               Armand had finally gotten his f i l l.
               Was it enough to satisfy him truly? 
                                      Well — at least, for now it was.

            “ ————- You like to stare.”

                              Meaning s p e a k or l e a v e.

violenceofourgallows:

    ( He was fucked. And not in the undeniably pleasurable
      sense. Unless he was like most that sought out Violence,
      those pitiable masochistic desires that got people into all
      sorts of dark delights. Aubrey couldn’t be blamed for their
      pain, no. 

      There was no denying her mild disappointment in the matter,
      knowing that only lies could flee from such a filthy little mouth.
      Without much effort the knife was dragged up to just below his
      rib cage; moaning at the feel of flesh ripping beneath her touch.

      Aubrey did not hide in the depths of darkness, nor did she deny
      that to which she was created. No, the ideology ravished, ravaged
      and brutalized as proof of her existence.
 
      His words fell upon deaf ears, nothing the cosmic could say
      would change the course of her actions. A palm meeting with
      a bloodied torso; ripping the blade from his flesh and sending
      him roughly towards the ground. 

     Feline grace echoed each fluid movement, crawling atop of the
     other with a wicked grin set on lush lips. Digging nimble digits in
     the folds of his wound; wiggling them around until she felt more
     crimson spill from the gash. )

     ❝You’re disgusting— But I am sure you know that.❞

       The pain was like a drug—- coursing through
       vein upon vein, numbing his mind to the harsh
       realities of his distant future— something he
       would not allow himself to think or speak of.

                                      Was he using her? Was she just a 
                                      source of an unknown antidote to 
                                      his cosmic dilemma? Well— she 
                                     definitely could be and he would not regret a thing.

                                                                     Why would he?

                           They both were universal, though not human.
                           They both had a need, a burning desire for
                            whatever satisfied their cosmic yearning.
                            And those she was violence incarnate,
                            he was the epitome of an upcoming destruction.

                                                           And he needed more.

          As fingers breached skin, a yell was unleashed
          followed closely by what could be perceived as a laugh?
          Irises glowing at the touch, a bright orange– like the sun he was.
          And thus the predator became the prey once more.

                                                                                             " ———— You like it.“

                           Fingers moved slowly to trail down the intruding limb, succumbing it to his fiery passion, flame and fire longing to scorch and mutilate flesh. 

                                If she truly though winning would be easy.
                                She had another thing coming—