dominic_chevalier

❝ it was a dark night. the eiffel tower's glow emphasized its beauty against the dark colors of the night sky. he stood on his balcony, leaning against the railing as he watched the moon reveal itself from behind the clouds that covered it before. he heard a voice from behind him, his girlfriend, asking him if he was going to come inside. it had been a peaceful day for the both of them, but of course, that would never last for the people of paris when he was around. with one last glance at the moon and a ghost of a grin tugging at his lips, he turned around, leaving the balcony. ❞

-oceanmist-

i’m sorry, i forgot the email to the acc
          rip dom’s oc acc 2019-2020

hxnahakii

( @-oceanmist- )
            
            rip that dom ayyyyy
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tirana-

Sup, bítch, do you like telletubbies? 

TIRANA--

what if i said they were chopped in half 
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TIRANA--

you should appreciate them more, dude
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dominic_chevalier

❝ it was a dark night. the eiffel tower's glow emphasized its beauty against the dark colors of the night sky. he stood on his balcony, leaning against the railing as he watched the moon reveal itself from behind the clouds that covered it before. he heard a voice from behind him, his girlfriend, asking him if he was going to come inside. it had been a peaceful day for the both of them, but of course, that would never last for the people of paris when he was around. with one last glance at the moon and a ghost of a grin tugging at his lips, he turned around, leaving the balcony. ❞

dominic_chevalier

❝ a dark haired girl. a joyful smile. that was his only bright, innocent memory of his apprentice. he stood by her grave, his hands stained red with the crimson colored blood of his enemies. what a deadly mistake they made, and all of them would regret it. ❞

dominic_chevalier

❝ a young, dark-haired boy sat on the steps of his carpeted stairs. in his small, pale hands he held a silver dagger. his eyes darted towards the direction of his parents, noticing that they were getting closer to him. in hurried movements, he shoved the dagger in his pocket and ran up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. an innocent boy, just six years old, held a deadly weapon in his hands. that was the first time a thought of inflicting pain on others crossed his mind. and then, he knew, that his world wouldn’t be the same anymore. ❞