❛ you poor thing,
sweet, mourning lamb ❜
( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 )
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" 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝐄𝐀𝐓 "
𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇; Lestat de Luca wanted his bones, his marrow and the sinews that bound him together¹, that made him wholly Carlisle Cullen. He wanted him even if time stripped away the beauty and textures of his skin, peeled him back layer by layer, grafted on decaying flesh and splintering bones until all that was left of him was dust. To inhale the particles so no matter how much he dry retched or coughed, Carlisle would have successfully seeped into the crevices of his lungs, congealing in his veins like a perverted allegory of kintsugi. Who was Lestat de Luca without the concept of Carlisle Cullen?²
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divine madness ━ carlisle cullen
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